A zombie's final journey

Zombies not only learn to talk, but they can also see more.

White Xiao see each other wearing a dark coat, the lower body is a hemp gray cloth pants, very rough, but very strong, is the former people do farm work to wear, durable, will not be those leaves what cut, the style of shoes is labor protection shoes, he guessed that the upper should have anti-hit steel plate, but can not be sure.

Hair is not long or short, but uneven, should be her own scissors cut, very perfunctory, very healthy, very energetic.

Very healthy, very strong, very young human.

Before that, all he could smell was the smell of a walking... MMHHHMMM... Not as clearly as I can see now.

This means that the situation is stabilizing, not getting worse, and even slowly getting better, which is definitely good news.

White Xiao wiped off the saliva, always drooling on people very embarrassing.

Outside may be flowers, that day she came back from the outside with a gun, took a small flower, and then saw white Xiao, throw it over. White Xiao very like this flower, although do not know the name, but there is a breath of life.

And white Xiao also found that not only their own in various attempts to restore normal, the other party is also observing the impact of a variety of different things on him, such as those books, such as this flower.

"Flowers." White Xiao said.

"Wild flowers." The other person reciprocated.

"White." White Xiao want to tell each other that he has a name, and the zombie does not have a name, perhaps this can also promote two people to continue to live in harmony.

"Bye." The other waved his hand and entered the room.

White Xiao looked at the door quiet for a while, sighed.

Try to recover.

In the morning, he wanted to communicate with a mirror to see his current color, but the communication failed, white Xiao feel that the other party did not understand his meaning, but tactfully refused.

It made him a little worried.

In many strange stories, the hero does not know that he is dead, but continues to live as normal people until someone reveals the truth, and the hero suddenly realizes that he is dead.

The most famous should be the King Zhou period than dry, was dug heart can sneak around, and also talk to people, that is, the talk is over, realize that no heart will die, resulting in a snap death.

Is the other person afraid of being provoked to go mad? To realize that you're actually a zombie, that zombies aren't supposed to talk? It's not impossible.

White Xiao thought about it, press down on the idea of the heart, now so good, otherwise he really worried about seeing himself in the mirror really become a zombie appearance, and then the results of hard work to recover 'snap' a bit broken, really become a zombie, the calf is finished, people's self-suggestion is still very powerful.

He poked around the wound on his arm, and the lividity didn't seem to expand, and it seemed to expand, but on the bright side, it didn't change much, it was pretty stable.

The next day, the other party did not know where to hold a bundle of bamboo, threw it next to white Xiao, and then she took two, a knife in her hand, to the bamboo, and then looked up at him.

White Xiao clearly, the other party let him help work, he is not willing to, he is now trying to restore communication ability, both to try to read and practice speaking, about life, which have time to cut this broken bamboo. But thinking of eating and drinking for so long, without any help, and the other party did not mistreat him, he still picked up the knife, whittled the bamboo into the same length according to her appearance, and whittled it to a point.

The other person was satisfied and turned to sift some beans with a dustpan.

White Xiao cut bamboo want to say that can also give yourself to do, consider that it is to eat, their infection or dont touch better, in case of drooling not only nausea, but also dangerous, then no action.

The whole day was cloudy, as if it was going to rain.

In the afternoon, as expected, it began to rain, and big drops of rain sputtered down. White Xiao quiet sitting under the shed, here not only block the sun, also does not leak.

The other person cleaned up the yard, covered everything with a tarp for fear of rain, and then ran back under the eaves to wipe his hair with a towel.

She looked at the zombie through the rain curtain, and the rain had little effect on him, still quiet and emotionally stable.

She thought for a moment, went into the room for a moment, and found an old basin. White Xiao saw it, but did not feel it had anything to do with himself. She felt that zombies should also have the right to wash their face, and it would also show that he really is not a normal fresh zombie.

But now it's raining, I can't send it to him, and we have to wait until the rain stops.

The rain, soon gathered in the yard, and then converged into water along the low-lying place to flow out of the yard.

She was surprised to find that, before giving the basin to the emotionally stable zombie, he dragged the chain to the shed, caught some rain in his hands, and washed his hands, then his face, then his neck, and carefully avoided the wounds on his arms. She suddenly had a trace of guilt, is their negligence, zombies may really have cleaning needs, at least this only.

A zombie who can help with his work and has good hygiene.

After singing, fresh, and gave him two labels.

She used her hand to prop up her chin, looking at the white Xiao bit by bit to clean up the body, he also pulled the hair seemed to be testing the stability of the hair, the hair was not pulled down, he seemed to be very happy.

The rumbling thunder sounded in the distance, a clean cloth was thrown in a plastic bag, white Xiao looked and said thank you, I do not know whether the other side can hear clearly. He tore a strip of clean cloth and wrapped it around the infected wound on his arm.

The sound of rain can make people feel calm and feel a sense of tranquility, but it is easy to provoke mania for zombies.

Fortunately, the rain isolated each other from the fragrance that let him restless, one by one, white Xiao can also control their quiet sitting.

It rained and got dark early, and the other side left the eaves to go back to the house, and did not light candles, and seemed to sleep so.

White Xiao listening to the rain, sitting under the shed looking at the dark night sky.

In the existence of zombie society, here is quiet like a very ordinary farmhouse, as if there has never been any danger, the biggest danger is he this zombie.

He scratched his head, a little strange, the impression of the last days, will not be so calm - of course, his so-called "impression" is from a variety of literary works, as long as there are strangers in the place, whether the wall or where are swarmed by zombies, all kinds of teeth and claws passionate, drooling want to rush in.

Just like that zombie he met in the first place.

If the zombies were allowed to be so smooth, they would not reach the point of the last days and would have been wiped out by humans.

The empty cities and silent streets we saw that day proved the danger of zombies. He was just bitten, and he quickly became infected.

Presumably this is a safe zone?

White Xiao thought.

There's only one safe zone. It's weird.

If she's the only human left in the world, she might as well be a zombie.

White Xiao thought for a moment, tilted his head to look at the direction of the courtyard wall, okay.