What he said was so natural. In an instant, it touched my heart.
Go home?
This sentence seems to have magic.
The heart that Fuchen built for himself suddenly became useless.
She responded with a cold face, "What if not?"
The big zombie lowered his eyes and remained motionless. He continued to make an ice sculpture.
It seems like I have to sit here forever.
Fuchen didn't know what he was thinking.
She stood in front of the big zombie, already half as tall as him.
She doesn't need others to protect herself.
You can also continue to do whatever you want around the big zombie.
What is home?
Fuchen lowered his eyes, not quite understanding.
Her eyes were like the white snow on the ground, empty.
Fuchen stood for a long time, looking at the large zombie in front of him that looked like it was completely dead.
"You go back. I don't want to go home."
They are just zombies and don't need any emotions.
Don't need dad.
No need for a home.
"I don't have a home either."
"Go and read the book yourself."
Fuchen opened his mouth, but still refused.
The more awake he is, the smarter he is, and the more indifferent he is. Fuchen knows very well what decision is best for him.
Her only kindness is probably not to design the crystal core in the big zombie's brain.
The big zombie stood up, turned around, and left.
The swaying figure is swaying on the snow-capped mountains, like a lonely child.
Fuchen stared at the big zombie leaving, but he was still very obedient.
Don't need to worry too much.
Fuchen watched the people leave, feeling a little uncomfortable. She attributed this discomfort to the dysfunction of a semi-zombie.
She did not go to the city. Instead, she climbed over the mountains and entered another city.
Because there are fewer people and more animals in mountainous areas, the country's sealing of mountainous areas is relatively loose, and dust has taken advantage of the loopholes.
She came to the big city and looked at the busy world.
Everything is modern.
Everything is so different between a city with electricity and a city with people.
Fuchen immediately fell in love with the sweet milk tea - it was indescribable how wonderful it was to see this delicious food that he had just seen before his eyes.
But cities are also chaotic.
The outside of the closed city is already infectious. Even if there are no zombies, the zombie virus is spreading around the world.
The toxicity is not strong, and the current symptoms are mild, memory loss, increased attack power, decreased intelligence, and immune system destruction. It is immortal and does not need to be excreted. It feeds on flesh and blood.
He has no immunity and self-healing ability, no need to eat, and his appearance gradually becomes deathly.
Once people in the city appear to be very aggressive, they will be taken away immediately, and no one knows where they are going.
As a human being, Fuchen's superpower is the zombie superpower, and he cannot be discovered by zombies.
There is no need to eat flesh and blood. Human food and zombie food can help her maintain agility in her movements.
She has no money and no need for a house to sleep in.
The valuables I picked up were exchanged for milk tea, and then I sat in the milk tea shop and watched the big screen in the city center opposite.
Introductions to the zombie virus epidemic continued to appear on the big screen, as well as the city that was first besieged - Yancheng.
Fuchen heard about this city for the first time. I liked it unexpectedly, and occasionally recalled my childhood days.
According to the introduction on the screen, the government has been sending troops and medical personnel into Yancheng to build a scientific research base, but there has been no progress.
The rocket launcher was pushed forward to deter the Yancheng zombies, but it accidentally changed its direction and bombarded the headquarters outside Yancheng.
This mistake was taken to mean that the zombies in Yancheng already had human IQ.
The fate of mankind is not of concern to Fuchen.
Fuchen doesn't care about the future of zombies.
She only eats and drinks.
During the day, mix with the crowd and drink milk tea.
At night, look for humans or zombies with crystal cores, kill them, and eat the crystal cores.
When there is a large-scale exodus from the city, Fuchen also leaves and goes to the next city. The valuables picked up on the road serve as milk tea money in the next place.
After eating and shopping all the way, in three years, the world has entered the apocalyptic era.
The well-prepared government and people in various places established bases early to recruit people with special abilities.
Once it becomes a zombie, kill it directly.
Beyond the high-walled base is a world of zombies.
Within the high-walled base, humans draw the ground as a prison.
On this day, voices appeared on radios around the world, "Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho ho!"
The base interpreted it as: The zombies are going to launch an army war and are arming themselves one after another.
Fuchen, who is a zombie, understood: I invented the evolution reagent, and everyone can come and evolve for free and reproduce.
This voice was so familiar that Fuchen immediately recognized it as: zombie boy!
What about the big zombie?
Where is Liu Minzhi?
He can only be the one who invented the reagent, why not him?
Was he killed by a zombie boy?
The zombies felt the king's call from the voice and rushed to Yancheng.
Yancheng has become a paradise for zombies, and no one is spared.
Fuchen also followed the flow and embarked on the way back.
It took her three days to arrive in the car. When she saw a zombie boy spraying everyone with strange-smelling water in front of the city gate, she got out of the car.
Stand under the water and feel it carefully. The water tastes a little like soft spiritual water.
Upon closer inspection, it seems completely different.
Rourou's hand that could open up space was buried in the mountain.
Unlikely to be dug up.
The zombie boy was surprised to see Fuchen and jumped in front of her.
"Where's the big zombie?" Fuchen asked.
The boy shook his head and looked up at Fuchen, who was now half a head taller than her. "He gave me the reagent and disappeared."
Fuchen frowned and returned to that small place.
The big zombie did go back to reading a book.
He also did other things.
He turned all the medical staff who came in into zombies, fed them with crystal nuclei, and helped him with experiments.
He conducted scientific experiments at a hospital near his home, researched a potion for zombie reproduction, and finally developed it.
The main difference between humans and zombies is reproduction.
Humans can reproduce, but zombies cannot. Humans are transformed into zombies, and there are fewer and fewer living things in the world, so it is called the end of the world.
But what if zombies could reproduce?
Humans reproduce sexually.
Zombies can reproduce asexually.
As long as there is a crystal nucleus, the body is less than 30% damaged, and the reagent is sprayed regularly, you can reproduce another self.
One zombie can probably breed one or two.
In the closed Yan City unknown to humans, the Great Zombie single-handedly transformed zombies into a new species in the world.
"Where is he?" Fuchen asked.
The boy shook his head, "I don't know. He told me to do this, and then he disappeared. I can't smell his breath either."
The dust is silent.
Where will the big zombie go?
She immediately thought of the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
There is no trace of the past.
At home, no.
Big shopping malls don't have his atmosphere at all.
Fuchen thought for a long time and unexpectedly thought of a place.
Turning around, I looked at the rolling river. The remains of the bridge piers were still standing in the water.
Fuchen jumped into the water and sank to the bottom. He groped along the bottom bit by bit and finally found a large motionless zombie in one place.
Surrounded by black mud, long strips of waterweed are floating.
Fuchen never thought that the big zombie would arrange such an ending for himself.
His intelligence has always been superior to his own.
Some zombies are smarter and more indifferent. Just like her.
The smarter some zombies are, the lonelier they become.
Stop at the unspeakable sadness and loneliness in this world.
His body sank stiffly at the bottom of the water, like a big stone. It was turned sideways, with half of his face exposed.
The black pupils were soaked in the water, motionless.
Fuchen understands the heart's choice.
She stepped forward, pushed the big zombie's body down, straightened it, sat on his back, and pulled the big zombie's ears up as usual.
The next moment, the big zombie's pupils moved and its body floated in the direction of its ears.
Just like a turtle father carrying his little turtle on his back, the big zombie carries the little turtle up to the water and floats to the shore.
Dust comes ashore.
The big zombie stood in the water, looking at Fuchen with black pupils, expressionless, emotionless, like a ghost, "Can I be your father?"
The voice is still dry.
Fuchen smiled, stepped forward and hugged the big zombie's neck, "Dad, let's go home."
Tears fell on his shoulders.
The big zombie had no face and was half-paid. He stretched out his withered claws and hugged Fuchen, "Let's go home."
