Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

Three of them were drawn to the doorway and instinctively glanced at it.

The man in the lead, along with the rest of the group, continued to approach the couple who were carrying a kitchen knife and a broom.

"Please, please let me go, please let my wife go."

The man gripped the kitchen knife tightly, his voice tinged with pleading.

he knows.

Even though the army has arrived, they haven't reached their house yet.

A distant source of water cannot quench a nearby fire.

"I promise I will never tell anyone about your affairs."

"Shall we talk about our business?"

The man in the lead sneered, "You'd better think about your own problems first."

"It's been so many days since the apocalypse, and you still have meat to eat? I bet you don't know who you're cooking."

Upon hearing this,

The wife, holding the broom, instantly broke down in tears and began to wail.

The man was also gritting his teeth, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Big brother."

At this moment, the younger brother suddenly stammered, his tone tinged with panic.

"What is that?"

Everyone looked towards the doorway.

There stood a robot, about 1.65 meters tall, holding two modified rifles.

A dangerous red light flashed in the robot's eye sockets.

The cold sound of the magazine being loaded rang out.

"Run!"

Before the man in the lead could finish speaking...

Bang bang bang!

A fierce gunfire erupted, and merciless bullets pierced through body after body.

Not long after.

Apart from the couple, everyone else became cold corpses.

"Danger elements eliminated."

After the robot spoke in a cold voice, it barged into the house.

After searching for a while, I saw the meat cooking in the pot.

Boom!

A short while later, two more gunshots rang out from inside the house.

This time, it was a husband and wife who died.

……

"Zombies, those are zombies."

In one of the households, the only two remaining family members, a grandfather and grandson, were desperately carrying various things to block the doorway.

Roar!

The howls of zombies could be heard from outside from time to time, and their bloodthirsty cries made the two of them tremble with fear.

The grandson, in particular, was crying as he carried things.

However, because he was so hungry, he would fall down every now and then.

"Grandpa, I can't move it anymore."

"It's alright, it's alright, my dear grandson, you should rest for a bit."

Grandpa patted his grandson's head, then, covered in sweat, frantically moved furniture to block the doorway.

It's been so many days since the apocalypse.

His wife, and his son and daughter-in-law.

They were all infected by zombies.

Fortunately, before the apocalypse, my husband had a habit of frequently receiving various free food and oil products.

For example, a newly opened pharmacy, or a health product promotion.

Sometimes I get tricked into buying some seemingly useful but actually useless mountain products.

Therefore, a large amount of food was stockpiled at home.

These are the foods.

That's what kept them alive until today.

But just the day before yesterday, all that food was gone.

At this moment, they were truly in dire straits, with no water and no food.

"God, please open your eyes!"

The old man felt a deep sadness.

Having lived most of his life, he never imagined that such an absurd thing could happen in this world.

How can a perfectly normal person become like those wild animals in the mountains?

They're always ready to eat or bite people.

No matter how he tried to stop them, the howling of the zombies outside continued unabated.

The commotion it caused even seemed to attract several zombies, who then frantically rammed against the doorway.

Clang!

Clang!

The furniture and tables blocking the doorway were being bumped and rattled repeatedly.

Although these zombies were transformed from infected normal people, they possess astonishing strength.

It's simply not something a normal person who hasn't eaten or drunk can stop.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

The grandson huddled fearfully in his grandfather's arms, his childish voice trembling with tears.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Seeing the doorway being repeatedly rammed, the old man was at a loss for what to do.

Less than ten minutes.

The doorway, which had been blocked by various pieces of furniture, was completely smashed open.

These zombies were so rotten that they were unrecognizable, revealing muscle fibers, with skin hanging precariously from their chins.

It was as if they were evil spirits that had come down from the underworld to the human world.

Roar! !

Upon seeing the two living people, the zombies let out excited roars.

There was almost no hesitation.

He immediately began using both hands and feet, desperately trying to climb over the obstacles and get inside.

"You beasts!"

"I'll fight you to the death, you old bones!"

The old man looked at the zombies, filled with grief and indignation.

He picked up a military knife that was half a meter long.

This is a souvenir he brought with him when he retired from the army.

Although he hadn't used it for many years, he would often take it out and polish it until it gleamed.

Therefore, the blade remains incredibly sharp.

"drink!"

The old man shouted loudly.

Facing the first zombie that charged over the tables and chairs.

He raised his hand high and slashed the zombie's shoulder with a sharp blow.

Then he used all his strength.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across the neck, and the stinking, rotting zombie head fell off.

A knife!

A knife!

Then, another cut!

"Let me tell you! The working class and peasantry are invincible!!"

The old man roared furiously.

Fight like mad, slash like mad!

Even as physical strength is constantly being depleted.

Even when a zombie bit his arm, he didn't stop at all.

Instead, he desperately locked the zombie in his hands, snapping its neck.

Under this almost reckless fighting style.

These five zombies were finally all eliminated.

"Grandson, run! Run!"

The old man, with tears streaming down his face, staggered as he tried to crawl outside.

"Quickly close the door, don't let Grandpa in."

"grandfather!"

The young grandson had no idea what was happening.

All he knew was that his last remaining family members were leaving him.

The little boy ran up to his grandfather and hugged his leg tightly.

"grandfather!"

"Grandson, run! Run!"

The old man's voice grew weaker and weaker, seemingly carrying a sense of pain and struggle.

Followed by.

His pupils turned gray and then deathly pale at a visible speed.

He stood there, completely stunned and motionless.

Body temperature is constantly decreasing.

"Grandpa, you're so cold, waah!"

The old man, now a zombie, slowly lowered his head.

I looked at that small figure.

However, this time, there was no longer any care or concern from an elder for a younger person in his eyes.

Instead, it was filled with violence, greed, and bloodlust.

"roar!!"

A familiar roar rang out.

Just as he was about to tear the little guy apart and devour him.

boom!

A bullet pierced his forehead from the back of his head.

After a while.

The old man's body fell straight to the ground.

"grandfather!!"