Rourou at home was a little surprised when she saw two zombies, big and small, coming back.
I know that human beings have quarrels and conflicts.
The same goes for the zombies, who are still in a daze: Is this really not a human being?
Rourou threw a milk bottle, Fuchen caught it, and the past was revealed.
The days passed by, and the time was almost the same every day.
When he woke up in the morning, Fuchen drank the milk bottle provided by Rourou. The two zombies went out to play.
Fuchen and Zombie Da are still playing around and eating fresh food from the river.
There are fewer zombies in the city, and there are also fewer people. There are only a few zombies wandering on the streets.
The boy and the cat also sink into the river and play.
The boy still followed him from a distance, not daring to get closer.
At night, after going back, the big zombie will stare at Rourou's belly and help rub it from time to time.
Rourou became increasingly lethargic, often lying in the space to sleep during the day and occupying the bed in the master bedroom to sleep at night.
The big zombie helps with massage for free.
Fuchen sat aside and stared at her belly. She was also curious about her belly that would become more and more bulging.
Autumn has long passed, and no one has picked up the fruits on the trees. Walking on the road, there is the sound of fruits hitting the ground from time to time.
The two zombies stared at Rourou's belly, as if they were looking at fruits on a tree. They were curious about what kind of fruit it was, was it delicious? What kind of smell did it taste like?
Winter has just arrived, and white snow has fallen in the city.
The fluttering "snow" floats in the air like cotton wool, and when blown by the wind, it gathers into a tornado.
"Cat corpse!" Fuchen pointed at the tornado.
The cat zombie stared at the tornado. A thunder fell from the wind, "Bounce!"
The tornado exploded and countless snowflakes turned into flying catkins.
The snowflake tornado is gone.
Big and small tornadoes huddled together, staring at the disappearing snowflake tornado, terrifying.
"Cat corpse." Fuchen pointed to a place where the snow had been blown by the wind, wrapped and swirling in the wind.
Thunder falls.
"Bang!" There was another thunder.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Fuchen seemed to have gotten something fun, calling the cat corpse and the big zombie to chase the snowflake whirlpool.
When he ran to the river, Fuchen saw someone on the other side.
Looking far into the distance, I saw many cars, big cars, densely packed.
The river is frozen, with ice floating on the surface and floating along the river.
There happened to be a whirlpool on the river surface, swirling snowflakes.
"Cat corpse, here."
The cat zombie heard the sound and stared at the other side, "click" and a thin thunder flashed past.
"Bang!" Flowers exploded on the river.
Behind him, the boy appeared, staring at the people on the other side.
The people on the other side were obviously awakened by the sound of bombing and were staring here.
The boy was attracted by the noise just now and asked Fuchen, "What is that?"
The floating dust is ignored.
The boy already knew Fuchen's tricks. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Dad."
Big zombie:??
He stared at the zombie boy, with "confusion" in his dark gray dilated pupils.
Fuchen opened his mouth and said, "If lightning strikes where the snowflakes gather, it will explode."
The snow is falling heavily this year.
Snowflakes are as silky as catkins.
Fuchen felt like he was being stared at, and there was bright light reflected from the mirror on the opposite side. He knew he was being watched through a telescope.
But the other side didn't do anything.
Fuchen warned the boy, "Don't let them in! If they come in, electrocute them to death! Did you notice the swirl?" Fuchen saw the small bindweed that had just formed on the ground.
The boy clicked, and the power was too great, causing a small pit to explode.
Fuchen:……
You think your bindweed is still big?
The boy looked like he was begging for advice and praise.
"If they have any of these bindweeds anywhere near them, blow them up!"
Fuchen left with the big zombie. She wanted to find a telescope and look at the other side.
The boy who stayed there thought for a long time and stared at the cat corpse next to him, "Together?"
The cat corpse swung its tail and let out a "ouch".
The boy pointed at the bridge pier and threw lightning.
The boy brought his hands together and threw lightning.
The distance is too far and the accuracy is not enough.
At this time, the zombie cat stares at the fixed object and discharges electricity. The strong current is connected to the weak current, and the electricity is directed over, accurately hitting the stone pier.
"Kacha!"
The upper end of the bridge pier fell into the river obliquely, but the lower part was still in the river.
The boy exerted his strength and continued to fight the zombie cat one after another.
When Fuchen saw the scene by the river with a telescope, he thought about it for a long time, and it didn't matter anymore.
Only five vehicles were exposed from the convoy on the opposite side.
Fuchen looked over and determined that there were five vehicles.
I didn't think much and went home.
When Big Zombie gave Rourou a massage at night, he told her about this.
Rourou thought for a moment and said seriously, "I'm afraid something happened outside, so I broke in. It's right not to let in for the time being."
I don't know if it's good or bad.
At midnight.
The river, which had snowed heavily for a day, was covered with a thick layer of ice.
Behind the five vehicles, twenty white vans appeared, sloping downhill and onto the ice.
The boy has been on the glacier, his body covered with frost, and his exposed blue eyes are like a deep well in the dark night.
A spark of electricity shot out of his hand.
The crazy wind wrapped the snowflakes and turned them spirally on the ice.
A gift from the boy.
"Bang!" A huge explosion exploded on the ice, and three cars were hit by the explosion. The next moment, the ice broke, the car lost its balance and fell into the water. The dark white car entered the black river and disappeared in an instant.
The cars on the river immediately dispersed and ran towards the river bank at full speed.
Cars that had not entered the river also accelerated their journey and entered the river quickly.
On the river, thunder and lightning flashed, lighting up the sky above.
Bolts of thunder and lightning chased the car.
The car avoids thunder and lightning and runs towards places with thick ice.
The river ice began to break up.
The boy saw that the weak point was the ice, and instead of chasing the car, the boy hit the ice directly.
The car was like a scurrying ant, scurrying here and there, circling in search of ice on which to walk.
When struck by lightning, the ice layer changes from hard ice stone to brittle and easily broken at any time.
The car kept falling into the water and made no more noise.
A car escaped along the center of the river.
The lightning branch suddenly stretched out a branch and hit the river that was out of sight.
The car immediately plunged into the river.
At this time, the three cars that were lucky enough to land were running like crazy.
"Roar" roared.
The nearby zombies had already been gathered by the boy. At this moment, with a roar, they all came out and surrounded the car and hit them.
The distance is getting closer.
The thunder and lightning in the sky hit the car directly. The car lost control and was loaded, and everyone was scrapped.
The people in the three cars were pulled out by zombies and eaten.
The boy opened the smoking car that was struck by lightning and looked at the huge machine in the trunk, wondering why.
The zombies ate nine people.
Three per car.
There are still five cars on the other side that have not crossed the river.
Early the next morning, Fuchen and the big zombie woke up as usual.
While drinking milk, I saw the heavy snow piled up at the door and screamed with excitement.
"What is this? What is this?"
The vast white world is spectacular.
Even the pale sunlight in the sky cannot take away the beauty of this moment.
Fuchen excitedly threw himself into the snow, leaving a mark.
The big zombie was also very excited. He threw himself into the snow, rolled over and rolled into the snow.
The floating dust follows suit, rolling along and leaving its own mark.
Just like treading puddles before, they also happily plowed the snowy road.
