I'm living like a cockroach in the doomsday

Downstairs, in the not-so-big space, zombies were packed densely. The staircase entrance from downstairs to the platform was a bit off to one side, forming an angle between the staircase and the main body of the building. Hundreds of zombies were squeezed into this angle. A few zombies caught the scent of Zhang Xiaoqiang and rushed towards him.

The thick smell of blood mixed with the stench of corpses wafted over.

Two S-type zombies rushed over in just an instant.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have time to think much and ran in the opposite direction of the zombies. And these two S-type zombies closely followed him. He ran in a half-arc and took a glance back. The S-type zombies were getting even closer. Six D-type zombies were following far behind, while the ordinary zombies didn't react much.

"Why are the S-type zombies so fast!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit worried.

At this moment, the S-type zombies were only three to five steps away from him. It seemed that he was about to be caught up.

"Fight it out!"

He fixed his right foot, took a small half step back with his left foot, turned around and thrust out his spear.

"Kill!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted loudly. The spearhead stabbed into the forehead of the zombie and then he quickly twisted the spear body and pulled it out.

Another S-type zombie was already right in front of him, and its claws were reaching towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's face. He took another half step back with his right foot, tilted his body to let the zombie pass by. A withered and skinny arm with the stench of corpses brushed past his nose. Then he lifted his iron spear with both hands and swung it in the air to form a circle, and suddenly slapped it on the back of the zombie's waist.

With this blow, the zombie was sent flying forward and fell to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a few steps forward and pinned it down with his iron spear.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a slight breath of relief. But soon, the six D-type zombies were approaching him at the pace of a normal person's long strides.

He didn't dare to be careless. He adjusted his position according to the changes in the terrain of the corridor, trying to lure them to scatter so that he could defeat them one by one. Unfortunately, these zombies just instinctively rushed towards him in unison, leaving him no chance.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a quick look at the downstairs of the unit building and found that several ordinary zombies were still chewing there. Then an idea came to his mind!

In the next moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang led the six D-type zombies towards the corpses.

As expected, the D-type zombies collided with the ordinary zombies, causing a commotion. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to the back of one D-type zombie and stabbed it with his spear.

He pulled back the spear body. The D-type zombie fell to the ground, pressing on an ordinary zombie. The remaining D-type zombies, however, bypassed the ordinary zombies and continued to surround him. Without time to kill a second one, Zhang Xiaoqiang led the remaining D-type zombies in circles. Five, four, three, two... When the last zombie was dealt with by him, Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned on his iron spear, gasping for breath.

And now, there were only seventy or eighty ordinary zombies left. One of them was still pinned under the body of a dead D-type zombie. The fierce fight just now hadn't caught their attention at all. Except for flesh and blood, they didn't care about anything.

Even when Zhang Xiaoqiang was standing right behind them, they didn't notice his presence.

Zhang Xiaoqiang really wanted to stab these zombies one by one, but after this fierce fight, his physical strength had dropped a lot. If he wanted to kill these zombies, he might exhaust himself to death.

So, he had no choice but to go back home and rack his brains for a solution.

"What can I do?"

"Set them on fire? There's no gasoline, and there isn't much cooking oil either!"

"Use a sniper crossbow? There are only six crossbow bolts left, and forty steel balls left. At most, I can kill a quarter of them. What about the other three quarters?"

"Just ignore the zombies and use a rope to climb down from the window? But how can I take down the protective railing? I don't have any tools."

"Wrap myself up in thick clothes and rush out?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang shuddered and shook his head. "That's just courting death!"

After thinking about it over and over again and still couldn't come up with a solution, he turned his attention to the zombies.

"Zombies can't see well, their hearing is so-so, but their sense of smell is excellent. Well... S-type zombies are an exception. I'll get angry if anyone says they are slow." Zhang Xiaoqiang started to let his thoughts run wild.

"They have poor eyesight, average hearing, and an extraordinary sense of smell."

Zhang Xiaoqiang began to summarize. Zombies could be so sensitive to the smell of blood that all the zombies within a hundred meters downstairs had rushed towards him.

"Extraordinary sense of smell..." Zhang Xiaoqiang kept muttering to himself. The ability to smell things within a hundred meters meant that their olfactory organs were well-developed, which meant they were delicate, and being delicate meant they were vulnerable to damage.

"I've got an idea!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang reasoned in his mind that for zombies, the more sensitive their sense of smell was, the more important it was to their bodies. During the mutation process, the development of their various sensory organs was extremely unbalanced. They relied too much on their sense of smell. So, the greater the impact on their sense of smell, the greater the impact on their bodies.

In other words, the sense of smell was like the radar and locator for zombies. If their sense of smell failed, they would be like headless chickens!

Since he couldn't make napalm bombs, it should be okay to make a few makeshift poison gas bombs.

With that thought, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards the kitchen. Soon, several makeshift poison gas bombs were laid out in front of him. He took semi-wet dried chili peppers as the main ingredient, added some star anise, cinnamon and Chinese prickly ash, wrapped them up in a bedsheet and rolled them into balls, and then drizzled peanut oil on them.

In addition, he separately prepared some ground pepper and wrapped it in newspaper.

After everything was ready, he went out of the door. Dozens of ordinary zombies had gathered downstairs again. They were probably attracted by the smell of flesh and blood here.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pay attention to them. Anyway, there were still quite a few corpses left, enough for them to feast on for a while. He went back to the staircase entrance. The zombies downstairs were still huddled together. At the edge, a few zombies were slowly wandering towards him. He threw the newspaper wrapped with ground pepper towards the group of zombies. The newspaper unfolded in the air above the group of zombies, and the ground pepper inside spilled out, turning into a blackish-gray mist in the air and slowly covering the group of zombies...