The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home

Some live in shacks, some in small earthen houses scattered in the fields, and some lean against trees.

No matter where they are, they are all in a state of depression, with skin diseases visible everywhere on their bodies, and they look like they are dying.

Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao, who was dragging the truck, looked at each other, and it seemed that the base in City D no longer allowed more ordinary people to enter.

There are cars and trucks speeding by on the road next to them, and every time a car passes by, a large amount of dust is stirred up. The survivors on the side of the road just closed their eyes and didn't even have the strength to cover their noses, so they just lay there.

It's not that I haven't seen survivors, but I've seen them before. Either they survived in the building, or they were driven to a dead end by the flood and desperately asked for help. No one lay on the side of the road like them, as if waiting quietly. dead.

—Because the people waiting to die in the city and in the flood have already died or become zombies.

Only now, outside the base, there are people everywhere, because the zombies within ten kilometers around have been cleaned up, so there is no zombie threat.

However, because there is no food, the base does not accept and cannot accommodate them, so they can only wait here to die.

Those who have the energy to go are gone. The rest of these people should have come to the base with their last breath, running out of ammunition, food and physical strength. There is really no way.

Fu Erdie's heart of excitement and anticipation just because she was about to see her grandmother slowly cooled down.

The two walked for five kilometers, making themselves disgraced, and they seemed to be a lot more grounded. But those refugees saw at a glance that these two people were supernatural beings.

At least one of them is an ability user, otherwise it is impossible to travel a long distance and still be so strong and energetic.

The box truck they were pulling also looked quite heavy and should have a lot of grain.

The survivors stared at Fu Erdie, and Fu Erdie also looked at them, guessing that someone would come to grab the food.

However, to her surprise, no one came to grab the two from far to near until they approached the crowd.

An old man seemed to see Fu Erdie's doubts and sneered without saying a word.

An old woman next to her squinted at the two of them and said, "The ability person is so amazing, who would dare to rob you."

Fu Erdie listened to the yin and yang's strange words, and passed quietly without saying anything.

Are they hungry? Of course hungry.

But these people have been struggling for half a year, and they have long known the difference between ordinary people and supernatural powers. Now it is absolutely impossible to come out and get bad luck.

However, there are still a small number of people who are waiting to die, but not fully waiting to die.

They still had a little strength left to struggle, and they winked at each other, thinking how they could hold them back and **** some supplies by swarming up.

So when the two of them walked about a kilometer in the crowd, many people with yellow faces and thin skin suddenly surrounded them from all directions.

A child plopped and knelt in front of the road that Fu Erdie was going to pass by Sang Wenhao, begging Fu Erdie to give some food to save his life. And when he attracted Fu Erdie's attention, the surrounding survivors swarmed up, vowing to suppress people through crowd tactics.

A sharp metal blade rose into the air and appeared above the heads of the survivors in the front row, forcing the refugees in the front row back and shocking the refugees in the back row.

Then the front row stopped, but the back row didn't want to take care of the front row's life, and wanted the front row to fill the vacancy with flesh/body, so that he could take the opportunity to squeeze in.

Sang Wenhao's eyes turned cold, and he quickly changed his mind. As soon as the knife edge turned into the back of the knife, he shot out the group of people who were pushing people in the middle, and even the people in the back row fell to the ground.

The people in the front row walked for a while in front of the knife-edge ghost gate. If Sang Wenhao hadn't pulled back in time, their heads would have hit it directly.

This time, they could no longer care about any crooked thoughts, and all fled in panic.

Seeing this, the refugees watching the play beside him felt a little pity, and couldn't help laughing at these people for being overly self-sufficient. I still want to fight supernatural beings, why didn't I die? They can even shed a tear and eat the dead.

Under the watchful eyes of the layers of people, Fu Erdie walked towards the gate of the base little by little.

Jealousy, hatred, despair, madness, prayer, all kinds of eyes slid over them, and finally turned into silence.

Fu Erdie was in a heavy heart, but she was exhausted from a distance of a few kilometers.

Finally, they came to the gate of the city and applied for admission.

As expected, the guard said that only the ability user and his teammates' relatives can enter, and if there are ordinary people in the group, the ability user is required to be responsible for the accommodation of these ordinary people, or live in the base together for the ability. In the small single room allocated by the owner, they can either be paid regularly, rent another house or Chase shop.

Sang Wenhao expressed his understanding and took the power test first.

Tier 3 supernatural beings.

The guard's face instantly looked much better, and he went to test Fu Erdie again, and found that it was an ordinary person, so he asked her to go to the lady's room to undress and check whether there were any signs of being bitten on her body.

Power users are resistant to zombie mutation, even if they are bitten, they will not become zombies. Only ordinary people who are injured by zombies may become zombies.

After confirming that Fu Erdie was all right, the guard called the person in charge, and the two sides began to hand over, and then the person in charge introduced the situation of the base seriously.

"Our base is different from other bases. There is no city fee for the ability users to come to seek refuge, and they can experience the trial stay in the allocated room for a week. And if it is determined to join, we will start to give out the amount of tasks out of the city, As well as the minimum weekly resource standards to be handed in. Whether it is the collection of food, minerals, or other special parts and components at designated locations, they are all included in the workload.”

"The guaranteed turnover of resources is relatively small, basically as long as the ability user can complete it. If you want the base to reward more crystal cores, you need to complete more tasks in exchange for it."

The person in charge arranged temporary housing and brought two people to resettlement.

The temporary residence is an abandoned dark building. On the first floor, there is a power user who guards the door. Upstairs are a few temporary residents.

After Sang Wenhao determined the room number, he raised the box car from the outside, entered the room directly from the window, put away his things, took the key and went out.

The person in charge took the two around and introduced the basic distribution in the base, such as where to go to the toilet, where to eat in the collective canteen, where to get tasks, where to hand in tasks, etc.

After all that, Fu Erdie was finally introduced to the topic of survivors in the base.

The person in charge thought that Fu Erdie wanted to hide from the quiet, and pointed to a quiet and dilapidated building: "They are over there. If you mind, just don't go there at night. They are working during the day, if you want to see them. You can go have a look."

Fu Erdie said inadvertently, "Are those buildings divided by area? I'm from City C, and I want to go there to see if there are any acquaintances."

The person in charge took the two to an eight-storey small broken building in the middle.

As soon as you get close, you can smell the stench inside. Even if there is no one, just those clothes and quilts are already very smelly.

When Fu Erdie approached the building, she saw that there were rows and rows of Datong shops, and many people's clothes were piled on the ground casually. The better one has a locker, but the lock can't tell whether it's good or bad, and it's slanted to one side.

The area of ​​the eight-story building is not large, and if two or three thousand people are to be accommodated, it means that each floor is crowded with three or four hundred people.

The more Fu Erdie looked, the more her heart sank.

There was the sound of a cart outside.

Someone came downstairs with a vat of food.

The person in charge explained: "Because ordinary people don't have enough water to wash themselves, they get more and more smelly after working every day, so they can't go to the cafeteria to eat, but a special person will push the food, send it to the downstairs door, and wait for them to sit after work. Pick up a bucket of rice at the door, return the bucket after eating, and then go upstairs."

Fu Erdie came to the door and looked at the food bucket, which was somewhat physiologically uncomfortable.

Inside is relatively dry porridge, including rice, millet, lotus root slices, potato cubes, etc. I don’t know where I got the ingredients, and some of them smell like moldy and spoiled. Whether it is suitable or not, it can be cooked into a pot of porridge. All in one pot. Those lumps of flour dough look very uncomfortable.

"We don't have enough food, and the food source is not stable." The person in charge explained, "The seasoning is not enough. We can only cook it into a pot like this, and then add a little salt to make people feel full. In fact, we ordinary people are good enough. Speed ​​​​ability users, whether it is in charge of reception or spreading words, or eating is not much better. You can go out and fight alone, you must be much better than us. "

Fu Erdie looked at the thin and vicissitudes of the person in charge, and then looked at the sun slanting westward, and the army of ordinary people gradually approached from the horizon, and her heart became heavier.

Wouldn't my grandmother be better off in the countryside if she didn't come to the base?

Not only the grandmother, but also some ordinary people. Wouldn't it be much easier if they farmed in the countryside?

At least at the end of last month, I went to Xiangde Village, where the uncle of the farmer is an ordinary person, and he lives well.

Although the fields were flooded when I left...

Fu Erdie took a deep breath.

Yes, it's more freedom outside, you can farm your own land. If one acre of land cannot support itself, then two acres are planted. If two acres of land are not enough, plant three acres.

But natural and man-made disasters are force majeure. There is a heavy rain, a snow disaster, a drought, a disease, or when the food is going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and it is finally going to mature, there will be a supernatural person, supernatural zombie, not much, just One, and you can ruin it all.

I didn't hear Professor Zhao say that many teams of power users who went out independently were wiped out after encountering third-order or even fourth-order zombies?

No matter how stinky and bitter it is in the base, at least there is a city wall that can protect itself.

Once the winter sun "sets down", the sky gets dark very fast.

In a blink of an eye, the sky had turned blue, and there were only scattered lights on the city wall throughout the foundation, and the people who were still on their way home were all smeared and hurried back to their residences, wanting to eat an unpalatable but still warm meal.

Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao asked the person in charge to go back, while they stood at the door of the building and searched for the three grandmothers in the crowd.

Finally, when Fu Erdie saw a pair of elderly and middle-aged mother and daughter supporting each other, with vague facial features like grandma and aunt, a very surprised male voice came: "Cousin Butterfly! Is that you?! "