I am the zombie king of the apocalypse

The nickname "Guitouzai" did not make him feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, this nickname still had a deep memory for him. This nickname also originated from the hairless patch on his head. place.

He is a very ordinary person. Whether it is before or during the end of the world, he is just a second-order new human being. He is more than enough than the inferiors but not as good as the superiors.

When he was born, he was given to his grandparents because his parents worked outside the home. By the time the end of the world came, he had spent most of his life living in the countryside with his grandparents.

In his childhood memories, that village was not wealthy. Even though various electronic devices were rampant in the city, even in that era, televisions and other items were still rare gadgets in his village, and there were only a few scattered ones in the village. Every household has this kind of high technology.

When he was still in elementary school, he loved to watch a cartoon. At that time, for more than a month, he would walk for more than ten minutes every night to check in at Faxiaojia in the west of the village, just because of that time period. There is a cartoon he likes to watch.

After more than a month, even after watching the finale of this cartoon, he still retained this habit. Going to Cunxifa's house to watch TV every day was something he had to do.

But one day, an unexpected thing happened. When I came to Fa Xiao's house one night, unfortunately, the TV set was occupied by my friend's father. Naturally, I couldn't watch animations. At that time, the smartphone was still in the mother's womb. Like them, Apart from asking other friends to play hide-and-seek and the police catching thieves, the only entertainment that children can have is watching TV.

The two of them had no choice but to watch the TV series that adults watch. Unfortunately that day, Fa's father watched a supernatural horror movie. At first, he was very curious about what gods and ghosts there were. He had only heard it from some elders, but he had never seen what it looked like.

With fear and excitement-seeking intertwined, he finished watching the horror movie!

But when he went home, the flowers and plants on the road he had walked countless times seemed to have turned into ghosts with snarling claws on TV. This made him scared. He remembered that he looked back from time to time that day and always felt that something was there. Following myself, the pictures on TV also appeared in my mind from time to time.

The countryside was very quiet at night. He originally enjoyed the wind blowing from afar at night, but today, in his heart, the wind blowing from time to time was like a female ghost whispering. If he didn't pay attention, there would be a ghost. The female ghost wearing dark blue clothes with disheveled hair revealed her ferocious face in front of her.

The fear was so great that he almost suffocated!

When he turned around again, he saw a huge black shadow flashing behind him. At that moment, he almost frightened him out of his wits. He quickened his pace. It usually took him more than ten minutes to get back home. I arrived within five minutes, but I was in a hurry and fell down in the process. My head hit the mossy rock wall and a piece of my scalp was scraped off.

After returning home, he fell ill not long after. No doubt he was frightened. He had a high fever for several days. During those days, he was in a state of collapse. He had no strength at all and his consciousness was blurred. Watch it on TV The pictures of arriving flashed through my mind from time to time.

Even after he grew up, that horror movie was still a shadow in his heart. But it was also at that time that his grandfather bought the watch he wanted most. The moment and picture he got it brought him the joy that lasted his entire life. It can't be forgotten either.

It's funny. After he recovered from his illness, he heard that the black shadow that scared him that day was just a dog from a nearby butcher's house. He was very strong because of the good food.

No hair grew again on the area where the stone scratched his scalp. He would always share this story with others. Although it would cause some people to laugh at him, he didn’t care, because telling this experience would make people laugh. This apocalypse will always bring him closer to some people he didn't know before.

Over time, this story and the area on the head that did not grow hair gave birth to the nickname "Ghosthead".

"Come here quickly and help me. What are you doing standing there?"

Just as Guitouzi continued to recall, a soldier not far ahead shouted to him. Guitouzi quickly quickened his pace and walked forward. When he arrived, the soldier who called him said: "Take the gun." Come out, it’s convenient to hold it like this, don’t get stuck on it, there will be a battle here at any time, and if there is an accident, you won’t even have a chance to look at this thing, do you understand?”

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you."

The soldier removed the laser weapon stuck on Guitouzi's backpack and pressed it on the groove on the surface of his combat uniform on his shoulder. During the battle, he only needed to use force to remove it, and one set of actions took less than a second.

Guitouzai quickly expressed his gratitude to the other party. He did not dare to neglect anyone here, because an inconspicuous person here might have been struggling between life and death.

During this time, he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He would always think of some past things. He and Fa Xiao were catching tadpoles in the farmland in the countryside, making scarecrows with his grandma. He also remembered that he was walking on the muddy path after school, and it rained. I would pick wild lotuses on the roadside to keep out the rain. I would go home with my favorite female classmate after school and ask myself which day of the week she liked best?

He vaguely remembered that his answer was Monday, but his answer was wrong. Like his female classmates, it was Friday. The reason was that after school on Friday afternoon, it was already the beginning of the Saturday weekend for the children. The next day You don’t have to get up early, you can sleep in late.

Sometimes, he could even smell the wind from his hometown, carrying the smell of fresh earth. Suddenly, he seemed to see cabbage with water drops, and missed the meal he had in his hometown.

This is an illusion, but he doesn't know when the illusion started. It seems that it has always existed, and it seems that it only appeared recently.

Looking at the yellow flower again, hope flashed in his eyes. Perhaps, when everything is over, he can still see this flower. By then, it should have great vitality to resist the harsh environment around it, but This seems to be all his fantasy. Even if it hasn't happened yet, reality seems to be vaguely telling him the answer. Many people will die! And these people include but are not limited to him.

This yellow flower will grow up, but by that time, his body will have rotted and become a dead skeleton on the roadside, or a zombie, drifting with the tide of corpses.