MTL - Reborn To The Start Of The Apocalypse To Farm-Chapter 217 Variety
Wei Xuan and the two walked in front with big backpacks on their backs, followed by a group of zombie boys carrying all kinds of sundries.
His rewards from going out this time were as rich as ever. First, he walked around the game store in a big circle, and carried or stuffed a few spare game consoles into his backpack. After that, they searched out almost all the handles of various models that could be found, took about half of them, and put the rest in another clean and strong room, and prepared to take them away together when they came back here— Anyway, this item is different from other types of supplies, and it is almost impossible for someone to come looking for it on purpose. Wei Xuan is not afraid of being taken away if it is placed here.
Afterwards, the group visited a large furniture store, searched for wood products of better quality, and found some of them were either lost or resisted.
After finding all the things, and it was impossible to take any more things, Wei Xuan was not so leisurely on the return trip. He waited until the evening to drive with the zombie brothers, and when it was completely dark, he used the zombies' excellent With the night vision function, he led the team all the way back to their own community.
Because they took a detour to go to the furniture city, the return trip was a little longer, and dawn had already arrived when they returned to the community.
The left-behind zombie brothers in the community happily gathered around to join in the fun. Wei Xuan saw the eight zombies he brought home along the way mixed with these guys, and knew that his own zombie brothers were really obedient and did not drive them out. Ann, asked all the younger brothers: "Is nothing wrong these few days?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."
"Is there anyone else or zombies coming?"
"No, no, no..." Even if there are, they will work together to drive away the outsiders. Didn't you see a few more for no reason? What if there are zombies who come here when Wei Xuan is not around, and then take him in after he returns? Must fight out!
Wei Xuan had no idea that this group of guys had such dark thoughts after their intelligence increased, so he just smiled and said that everyone did a good job, and then directed the younger brothers to put some messy things into the correspondingly classified buildings and rooms middle.
After disposing of these things, he and Du Hang immediately went back to their room with a few controllers in their arms. While cooking snow water regularly, he replaced the broken controller and started playing games—he is a zombie now! There is no pressure at all if I didn't sleep last night. It's okay to play games all day today and wait until night to sleep.
—————
Pieces of white and crystal-clear snowflakes are falling, indicating that the real winter has come.
Before the end of the world, it was rare to see snow in November near City T, not to mention November, even if it didn't snow in mid-December, it was very common. And once we entered the end of the world, snow in November became a very common sight—of course, this refers to normal snowfall rather than strange snowfall.
A person sat quietly in a certain room in the city, staring blankly at the snowflakes falling outside the window. More than three years have passed since the end of the world, and he just hid in this room alone. At the beginning, he didn't even dare to go out the door, because there were zombies entrenched in the corridor, and the zombies had very good noses. The door was blocked, and they kept knocking and smashing the door tirelessly outside.
Fortunately, at the beginning of the end of the world, there were occasional residents in the building who could not help but escape from the room. The smell of those people attracted some besieged zombies to leave, which made the men in the room eat up all the food in the room. Finally, I managed to survive when I had to go out.
His luck was very good. For some unknown reason, a family in the same building got a lot of whole bags of rice and flour.
He will bring some food back home, and he will never know the years and time outside.
Occasionally, vehicles and people pass by on the street outside. At that time, it will arouse the anger of the nearby zombies, waving their arms and rushing over excitedly. After going through it a few times, he completely gave up—before he secretly hoped that if the zombies could be lured out of the community by those people, then after a few more such experiences, he would be able to leave here on his own.
However, the zombies seem to be deeply in love with this place, no matter how many people pass by outside, how far they run, or how long they take, the zombies will still waddle back, and then gather around the window of their house with their teeth and claws, excitedly waving his arms.
He is very timid, from the fear of the large number of zombies outside at the beginning, to the numbness now, except for the time when he boldly moved some food and came back, he has never dared to go out again.
He didn't know how long it had passed, let alone what the outside world had become? But as long as there are so many zombies hanging around downstairs, he knows that he is powerless to escape from here.
As a result, the food was slowly and completely eaten up, and he began his road of waiting for death.
But the days passed, and he had been waiting for a while since the weather entered late autumn again, but he didn't seem to feel hungry?
Until this day, snowflakes began to fall outside.
A few days ago, it was snowing outside, and he didn't remember what he had done, but after he came to his senses, the heavy snow had stopped outside, and he was standing in front of the window, in front of the post-apocalypse, there was no rain. The open curtains have been drawn, and the windows have been thrown wide open.
It wasn't until then that he realized to his surprise that the zombies downstairs who had been guarding right below his window were no longer there, and they were all waddling around in the neighborhood.
Now, it's snowing again. This time he didn't get confused again, but the silence that seemed to bury all the sounds between heaven and earth when it snowed, and the absolute silence brought by the zombies "sleeping" after being covered by heavy snow, could almost drive people crazy.
Suddenly, he stood up, his eyes were red as if bloodshot. He stared at the gray sky outside the window, and the whiteness between the sky and the earth—"I can't take it anymore!"
He doesn't know how long he has been here? When was the last time you went out? To be honest, he can persist in living until now he is very surprised. But now, the absolute silence made him unable to bear it any longer.
He turned around and ran to the gate, pushed open the TV cabinet blocking the door, opened the gate and ran out like crazy, out of the corridor gate.
If he knew that this is the only way to live in hiding at home after the end of the world, he would rather leave here at the beginning of the end of the world! Even if you are bitten to death by zombies!
The life of a person hiding from the whole world is really not something everyone can bear, even if there is any living thing in the house to accompany him, even if it is not a person but an animal? Or simply a plant will do! But he has nothing.
This kind of loneliness is enough to make people completely crazy.
The footsteps made a rustling sound on the snow, and almost every step could leave a footprint half an inch deep. It has been snowing for a while, just like the first two years after the end of the world, the snow has been blowing and quickly forming a layer on the ground. A humanoid either stands or falls to the ground.
The savage-like man with a stubbled beard ran out of the room and stumbled across a few zombies standing in the snow covered in snow, and was stabbed by a zombie who was about to "hibernate" on the ground. Tripped and fell to the ground.
This fall made him shatter all the courage he had mustered up before. Lying on the ground for a long time, unwilling to raise his head, he was afraid that the zombies would attack and bite him as soon as he got up - that picture appeared in his dreams almost every day, it was when he woke up on the first day of the end of the world After seeing the scene with his own eyes, he has been hiding at home since then, and he didn't even have the courage to look outside when he heard the screams of people.
Time passed bit by bit, and the whole world was still silent. The silence made the man himself feel a little weird. When he had to raise his head, he was surprised to find—whether it was a zombie wandering around in the distance, or a person who had just tripped over him. That zombie didn't have the slightest interest in him?
"What, what's going on?" He turned around and sat on the ground in a daze, looking at those zombies with snow-covered heads and faces, and suddenly courage emerged from the bottom of his heart-they ignored him? Does that mean that he can escape from this terrifying city? !
He knows, he knows! After those troops withdrew, they should have established a new base outside the city to defend against zombies!
The post-apocalyptic life has already made the man unable to think rationally anymore. He wants to escape here before these zombies react, flee to a safe place, and never come back...
—————
In a small base, the door of a certain room was smashed with a "bang bang" sound.
A middle-aged woman with a gloomy face was banging on the door vigorously, but she couldn't hear the person inside getting up to open the door, so she put her hands on her hips and yelled angrily: "You're going to die for my old lady! Don't pretend to be garlic for me! There is so much snow outside! If you don’t collect it now, you will have to spend money to buy water in the future. If you dare to hide from your mother, I will throw you out of the base tomorrow and go outside to ask for a living! Get out of my mother!”
Only a single bed could fit in the narrow room, a row of hooks hung on the wall, and a few worn clothes were hung on the hooks. There is a very small cabinet in front of the wall opposite the small door. There is a stainless steel water cup and a stainless steel rice bowl on the cabinet.
At this moment, someone was tightly wrapped in the quilt on the small single bed, trembling all over, with a terrified expression. He didn't know when it started, but he suddenly found that there was a new smell in the people around him.
That smell is not sweat or body odor in the traditional sense, let alone the legendary body fragrance, but a smell that can arouse his appetite very much. That taste is like putting a plate of braised pork in front of a person who has been hungry for dozens of days, it almost makes his intestines start to knot, wishing to give a bite to everyone who appears around him!
What's even more frightening is that the feeling is getting deeper and more serious, until these two days, he can hardly control the instinct that emerges from the bottom of his heart, so he plunges into his room without daring to die go out.
Has he... already turned into a zombie? ! Otherwise, how could he feel this way?
Yes, yes, he must have turned into a zombie! Think about it, recently many people have suddenly turned into zombies without warning, but their luck is better, and they still have the memories of the past...
