A zombie's final journey

Once white Xiao is also a member of the +3 party, as long as the post replies 3, it represents 3 experience to hand.

That was before he came to this damn world and got bit by that stupid zombie.

But he had never thought that the number three could look so beautiful, and he could not believe that the number was written by himself as if it were the work of God.

Oneself really strong, white Xiao think.

The other side also saw the number 3, her eyes changed, as if she was also amazed at the uncanny workmanship and beauty of this number, and could not believe that this is a number that people can write out containing a wonderful rhythm.

But white Xiao thought more.

She's just surprised that after all this time, this guy still has consciousness and can communicate.

She touched the book and recorded what was in the small book, looking focused, as if she were a professional attending physician and was recording the patient's condition.

Three days.

It's an incredible time.

A person infected with the virus is usually transformed within half an hour, losing his mind and becoming a wandering flesh-and-blood predator.

She rummaged through a battered little book, confirming once again that no one had ever carried it for more than half an hour, and now it was a fresh zombie.

And an emotionally stable zombie.

And he can sing.

She looked at the white Xiao in surprise, carefully observing, as if to see what from him.

White Xiao just sat cross-legged, like an old zombie. He did not know the other side of his definition of 'a fresh zombie', this word is very inconsistent, as if about to be fried.

If there is anything new, it should be the zombie evaluation of "a fresh human."

But zombies can't talk, so they can't comment.

White Xiao is carefully looking for evidence that he is getting better, at least, after a difficult night last night, he recovered some spirit, and even have the strength to sit rather than sick lying against the wall.

He felt that the organs had recovered some basic functions, such as the stomach, which had not wanted to eat anything but meat for the previous two days, and had been trying to vomit the flour into it, but now it seemed to have reached some sort of reconciliation with the batter - for the moment this was just his feeling, and there was no way to verify it.

She really smells good.

White Xiao sat down and was attracted, the heart beat twice, saliva also flowed out unconsciously. You feel sick, and you turn your attention away.

So braces are still necessary, white Xiao touched his mouth to confirm that it was worn.

He finally has someone to talk to, and he doesn't want to be two zombies eating each other.

The rotting flesh on the arm is still deteriorating, white Xiao looked down at the suspicious spots around the wound, is this... Lividity? His heart sank again, and although he felt better, the changes in his body were not encouraging.

He stared at his arm for a moment, turned his eyes to the other, drew a circle with his fingers around the wound, then made some scattering movements, and put his hands together again in gratitude.

White Xiao worried about the communication between two people, did not expect her to understand quickly, immediately turned back to the room, and then took out some grass in his mouth to chew chew, chew good after he threw over.

The original idea was to have some anti-inflammatory drugs, or anti-inflammatory water, even if there is no more than a red potion, take a capsule to squeeze open and scatter it, the result is so rough and primitive. White Xiao looked at the herbs she had chewed for a moment, hesitated, and took it to apply to the arm wound. This is probably the way she deals with trauma, but I don't know if it's useful for zombies, so I can only try a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Think also, this environment, may be a little injury and illness can kill people, medicine is very valuable, even if there is, but also the other side to save lives, can not be so casually used.

Herbs applied, no clear cool feeling, no burning pain, the wound has already no sense, white Xiao pinch pinch edge with his fingers, very painful discovery and no feeling.

His actions are all very slow, a meal, the other side carefully observed, and took out a small book and pen began to record.

After recording, see white Xiao began to close her eyes and sit firmly, she put the pen in the book, turned and walked away.

An emotionally stable zombie.

She looked back at a mental evaluation, to brush her teeth under the eaves, wash. The hair of the toothbrush is almost gone, but it is reluctant to throw, and the last days should protect the teeth, because there is no dentist.

After washing, wiping her face and chin with a towel, she looked back quietly, saw white Xiao picked up a pen, just threw to his paper and pen and did not recover, he seemed to plan to write something, just held a pen for a long time, tried to give up.

It's hard enough for a zombie to write a three.

White Xiao also feel very not easy, his brain swelling, can not understand why they recognize the text will become so laborious, is it really not saved?

He sat cross-legged, making low, low noises, trying to recover his speech function, he thought he should be speaking well, but occasionally found himself just neighing.

"Ah, oh, oh..." White Xiao tried a variety of pronunciation, and then tried to read ah wave.

Trying until dusk and sunset, the woman was busy all day, sifting grain, washing clothes, and taking a hammer Ding Ding Gong, and finished cooking a large bowl of noodles and pushing it over with a stick.

White Xiao want to say that I do not bite, but the other side is close, his saliva is not from the mainstream, the eyes are not controlled to start red.

You know what? Just keep your braces on.

One breath dried the face, endure the impulse of nausea, white Xiao turned his head to hide his saliva.

The paste is different today. There's some... He frowned and moved his throat to spit out a piece of something, a closer look is some kind of wild root, mixed in the batter, he thought, the other may be trying to give himself vitamins.

Looking up, the other side sat on the steps holding a bowl in his left hand, and took a whole piece of wild root in his right hand, crunching it like eating sweet potatoes, it seemed that he was right.

Zombies really should take some vitamins, maybe heal faster?

White Xiao is still thinking, look at the lividity around the arm wound. The other side washed the dishes after eating, and then went out with the gun.

Every day at this time she had to go out with a gun to slip a circle, perhaps after a meal of a walking activity, because the white Xiao did not see her with what prey back.

This was the most quiet time of his life, for there was no stimulation of the faint aroma, and he sat there, motionless as if dead, until the man came back with the gun, and he again began to restrain the vague impulse and saliva.

A hardworking human being.

The industrious human waved his hand at him, and then entered the house, white Xiao reacted for a while, that is probably to say good night?

"Good night." The chain shook, white Xiao also waved his hand.

Only what he heard in his ears was a low hissing.

The starry night was bright, the first time he had noticed it in days.

Probably really become a zombie, white Xiao felt a thick sadness in this strange world.