A zombie's final journey

No matter what's outside those walls.

The danger he brought was still quite terrible, and he did not know why the other side would bring him back.

It can't be because he can sing. He's an infected man who can hum.

On the eighth day, I still have consciousness, which is good.

Before the sun rose, after breakfast, the other side carried a bamboo basket on his back, with a gun in his hand, and seemed to be ready to go out.

She looked back at the zombies reading the book before going out, and reached out to the unfinished wood piled under the shed, the meaning was obvious.

White Xiao put down the book in his hand.

Let a zombie chop wood.

That's too much.

It rained heavily yesterday, but it stopped raining overnight. It looks like a fine day today. We need to dry the wood again.

"Ann." White Xiao said.

The other party tied the cuffs, squatting on the ground to tie the trouser legs, the whole person looked very sharp, heard the zombie sound, she tied the trouser legs while looking up.

"All." White Xiao nodded. The zombies have struggled to regain their ability to speak.

She raised her eyelids, smiled, stood up, waved her hands, and opened the door with the bamboo basket on her back.

If it's not a gun, it looks like a little medicine boy going out to pick medicine.

White Xiao straightened his back, looking at the direction of the door, he was a little curious about the appearance outside the yard.

When the door opened, it looked like there was a fence outside, two rows of stakes nailed up, spreading out about ten meters, you could see the outside through the gap in the fence.

This can be very good to avoid opening the door to kill, in case which zombie happens to lie outside the door, when the door hears the noise directly pouncing - with this buffer, after opening the door can easily observe whether there is danger outside the door.

White Xiao saw its use, but if you did not see its existence, you should not come up with this thing, looks simple, but practical.

A wise human being.

White Xiao looked at her carrying the bamboo basket to leave, and turned back to close the door, after a light sound, the yard quiet down.

He wiped his saliva, sat for a moment, got up to the side of the pile of wood, picked up his axe, and as he chopped the wood, he noticed the wire wrapped around the shed post.

He stared at the wire for a moment, then looked at the door and bent his head to split the wood.

The morning flew by.

When the other side came back, the wood had been split a lot, just after noon, compared to the morning when she went out, she was stained with some mud, looking dirty, broken hair stuck to her cheeks, and some traces of sweat rushed out.

The basket was heavy and she put it down with a thud.

She dug up a lot of wild roots, which seemed to be plentiful this season, and tasted like sweet potatoes. You can eat it raw, or you can cook it in mush, porridge.

It was still fresh. She washed it and nibbled on it. It sounded crisp.

Yesterday under the rain, the land will become soft, dig this kind of soil food will become easy, white Xiao think of where they used to live, the people in the mountains dig bamboo shoots, after the rain is also easy to harvest, not only soft dig, but also after the rain the bamboo shoots will spring one after another.

Accidental and reasonable, the other party from the basket continued to take out a few big bamboo shoots, white Xiao a little happy, tonight probably have bamboo shoots can eat.

She sat to catch her breath, chewing wild roots, and brought the basin to the well, poured a bowl of water into the well, and then pressed hard against the wooden pole beside it.

A dozen times, the pipe started to drain.

White Xiao looked at the place of the water, he vaguely remembered that it was a very old pressure well, using physical methods to pump up the water, did not expect there is such an old thing.

He remembered the tricycle, the bicycle, the gun, and this indescribable well.

Is this the end of the '70s and' 80s?

White Xiao cannot help but suspect that if this is the case, there are not so many steel jungle cities in later generations, in most of the countryside rather than building security doors, zombies are indeed terrible.

When he was still thinking, he was interrupted by a slightly familiar and strange voice, white Xiao terrified for a moment, listened carefully, and then the expression immediately became serious.

It was vaguely familiar because he had heard it before: the sound of his own yelling. Strange because he wasn't making the sound now - there were zombies attacking from outside the walls.

The fresh human was still washing the food in her pail, unaware of the approaching danger.

The zombies are hunting for food.

White Xiao some anxious, shaking a chain, chain sound attracted her attention, her hand action did not stop, just eyes swept over.

"Danger."

White Xiao said, he reached out in that direction, there is now a wall outside, or even more than one zombie.

Point to the wall, point to her gun.

The warning should have been obvious.

She glanced over, lowered her head and continued to wash No root.

White Xiao worry, are you deaf, there are zombies ah!

"SHH..."

Perhaps the white Xiao movement is bigger, she raised her index finger in the mouth, indicating that he is quiet, but also do not forget to bite a wild root.

"She'll go by herself in a little while." "She said. See white Xiao seems to be in a hurry, she sighed, broke off half of the wild root, will not bite the half thrown to him.

That casual appearance, both chic and cool.

It's just not safe.

White Xiao is very afraid, how is the other side so calm?

There are zombies attacking outside the wall, why can't you be afraid of a zombie, she is a human calm comparison?

It doesn't make sense.

Was this yard some kind of solid, dark tech fortress, safe and secure, and he didn't see it?

White Xiao not by trance.

The zombies outside the yard were still screaming and cranky, and she couldn't have missed them.

The noise continued for more than an hour, gradually dying down. She had cleaned the pail and the food she had dug up, filled a basin with water, removed her coat, and cleaned the mud and dust from her body.

She quietly do her thing, zombie called zombie, white Xiao urgent white Xiao.

It's like they're in three different worlds, and they don't bother each other.

"Look at that." She wiped her neck with a cloth, saw white Xiao staring at this side, picked his eyebrows: "You are a zombie."

The zombies outside the walls whined low, and she hummed a little tune in a tiny voice, wiping the water from her hair.

White Xiao looked at this ridiculous and unreal scene, silently sat back.

'he thought.

At this time, he should make a cup of coffee, sit at his desk, enjoy the afternoon sun, do some work on the computer, watch colleagues share some interesting things, and occasionally touch the fish.

Instead of being a zombie, listening to the screams of another zombie outside the walls, watching a human at work in a dangerous world.

Bai Xiao misses the past life.

Now come to think of it, even the constantly changing needs of the party and the hair of the colleagues have become cute in memory - at least than the zombie cute.