I don't know if it's psychological or what, but I always feel like the newly arrived zombies upstairs are consciously looking at my house.

Because some of the garbage that was covering the smell has been kicked out, there isn't much garbage at the door now. Consequently, the masking of the smell has also weakened.

For safety reasons, I found the last bag of pickled vegetables that I had soaked in water before.

I opened the pickled vegetables, heated them with hot water, soaked them, and then gradually seeped the water outside along the door crack.

Those who have eaten snail noodles know the power of pickled vegetables, especially the extra smelly version that I bought.

With the help of the pickled vegetable water odor, the zombies outside the door lost interest in my house again, but I knew it was only temporary, and I would still be in danger once the smell dissipated.

What I'm most anxious about now is finding a new odor barrier.

Alcohol? No, although it has a strong smell, it's likely to raise suspicion, so I can't use it until the last moment.

Perfume? Sorry, I don't have any, not even cologne, let alone perfume.

After thinking it over, I decided to use the frozen goods in the refrigerator.

I found a frozen fish, they say that rotten fish and shrimp are very smelly, so the fish should have a strong smell.

I decided to thaw the fish first because I can't cook, but luckily I boiled some hot water and put the fish in a warm place to ferment.

I filled some bottles with hot water to keep the fish warm, but it didn't work, the fish still didn't spoil.

I left the stinking fish to ferment and went back to the door for another inspection.

There are already 4 zombies attracted to my door. As for whether there are any near the door, I don't know.

These zombies are both a safety measure and a threat to me.

I must be extremely cautious before thinking about the next step.

So after confirming it was safe, I retreated to the bedroom, staying as far away from the door as possible to minimize the spread of odors. I don't even dare to wear shoes when walking now, trying to wear multiple pairs of socks to reduce noise and even drinking less water to minimize the number of trips to the bathroom.

After 3 days, the smell of pickled vegetables dissipated, and my house finally heard the first "thud~~".

The sound wasn't loud, but it hit me as if it was in my mind.

Thud~~~ Thud~~~

It seemed to be saying, I found you!!!

I suppressed my fear and opened the screen on the wall again.

A zombie was slowly knocking on the door, perhaps he was also doubtful, so he wasn't knocking hard, more like an instinct.

I took out the fermented fish, opened the lid, and a strong stench mixed with fishy smell hit me.

My stinking fish worked. I slowly let the grayish-tinged stinking juice seep out along the door crack. I didn't know what the outside smelled like, but the smell inside the house was unpleasant.

As the stinking juice seeped out, the terrible smell masked my original scent, and the knocking on the door stopped.

Watching the zombies outside start aimlessly wandering again, I let out a slow sigh of relief, I was saved.

I continued to ferment my precious stinking fish with tap water. This stuff can save my life!

To avoid irritating those zombies, now I only check and occasionally replenish the stinking juice at the door at regular times. The rest of the time, I stay far away from the door.

I've lost track of how many days have passed now, I no longer meticulously count the days, just make a mark every day, 5 marks make a cross. It's more convenient this way.

During my difficult survival days, I've thought about ending it all several times, but I always back out whenever I try to act, thinking, wait a little longer, maybe it will all be over.

I still quietly observe the situation outside the window every day.

I saw someone across the building being taken inside by zombies, and the whole family turned into mutants.

I also saw desperate people jumping off the building from the rooftop, ending up as food for the zombies below.

There were also those who managed to escape in a car, a brave warrior from a building I don't know. He successfully broke through the zombie blockade and drove out the gate. I don't know if he made it in the end, but I know his escape reduced the threat of zombies in the neighborhood.

I saw that a string of zombies followed behind him, and because of his actions, those zombies were tailing him tightly.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think about the day the zombies entered the neighborhood, it was also a car rushing in crazily, and then the followers behind took over the entire neighborhood.

Oh! It's like history repeating itself, I wonder how it will end this time!

I go through these mundane routines every day, hoping for a change while also fearing it.

After who knows how many days have passed, while I was staring blankly out the window, a flash of fire lit up in front of my eyes.

Someone is starting a fire from upstairs.

I don't know who came up with this clever idea, what's the point of starting a fire? Not to mention whether it can kill the zombies or not, isn't starting a fire in the middle of winter risking a fire? But it seemed futile, as items continued to be thrown out from above.

The sound of things shattering caught the attention of the zombies below, and they began to slowly gather downstairs.

At that moment, a lit quilt flew down in front of my eyes. I watched helplessly as the quilt descended and covered the zombies' heads perfectly, they were quite accurate with their throws.

The ignited zombies then started running around in a frenzy, chaos ensued.

The first thing that caught fire was the already dry greenery due to winter, followed by the car parked next to it, and then there were violent explosions, the neighborhood filled with black smoke.

The explosions attracted more zombies, but everything has an instinct to seek safety and avoid danger, so apart from the unlucky zombies that were burned first, the others just stood by watching.

The consecutive explosions made a loud noise, even the zombies in the hallway were gradually drawn out.

The fire lasted a long time, luckily there was no wind that day, so although the fire was intense, it did not spread to the buildings. Unfortunately, the electrical box was burned, and the entire neighborhood lost power.