Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

Immediately, Qin Miao's eyes crossed the crowd and landed on a child.

It was a little boy who looked to be only four or five years old, wearing blue overalls, yellow short-sleeves, and a small sky-blue hat on his head.

Every part of his body was taken care of meticulously, and there were no wrinkles on his clothes. It was obvious that his mother took care of him very carefully.

The little boy sat on the ground blankly, seemingly not understanding what just happened.

He didn't realize that in just over half a month, he lost his father and then his mother.

A child won't understand what "orphan" means, and he hasn't even had time to grieve.

But sadness has spread throughout the entire corridor and the entire team.

He raised his little hand and gently patted the shoulder of the other boy who was crying loudly next to him.

He tilted his head and wanted to say to the crying brother: "Don't cry, the baby is a man."

This is what his mother often said to him.

But...where is his mother?

The little boy looked around, his round eyes full of confusion.

His mother, the figure who had always been by his side, disappeared...

She seemed to have gone out, and he should wait for her to come back.

The little boy probably doesn't know what this means, but the adults around him know it.

A girl who looked to be a teenager walked over to him and gently held him in her arms.

Immediately, another girl walked towards them and protected the two figures in her arms.

Everyone watched this scene silently, and no one spoke.

Would the little boys have died if their mother hadn't rushed out and tackled the zombies?

High probability is not.

At that time, Feng Wentao and Lu Dongcheng had stabilized their bodies, and the boy from 302 had already picked up the machete that Zhang Huofeng had thrown aside.

They can definitely give it a try.

But...there are no ifs in this world.

The woman chose to die because she wanted to protect her child and ensure his absolute safety.

Maybe she didn't want to gamble on that possibility.

She wanted to give her child a chance to survive on her own.

Or maybe before that, she could still lie to herself that her husband was just trapped in the work unit.

But when she saw her husband, who had gone out to work normally that morning, turned into a zombie, the string that had been stretched in her mind suddenly broke, and all the little luck she had left was shattered.

This world is too painful and she can't stand it anymore.

Dying in her husband's arms, protecting her children, was the last thing she wanted to do.

Everyone remained silent, and only the sobs of a few children echoed in the entire corridor.

Strangely, all the other children were crying, but the little boy who had just lost his mother and who should cry most at this time did not cry.

He just sat there quietly, letting the two girls who were slightly older than him hug him, wondering what he was thinking.

In a corner not far away, Feng Wentao, who was sitting crookedly against the threshold, was looking at the little boy absentmindedly.

He allowed Lu Dongcheng to sprinkle medicinal powder on his scratched wound and wrap it in gauze without moving.

His thoughts drifted far away. He thought of his parents who had passed away long ago, and also thought of his brother Fatty.

If his parents were still alive, they would definitely be so great and fearless and risk everything to protect him, right?

After all, his mother had tightly protected him in her arms during the earthquake that seemed to destroy the world.

And his brother Fatty also bravely rushed into the zombies that day and pushed him far away.

Lu Dongcheng gritted his teeth so hard that the veins on his forehead popped out.

How disgusting, you all want to be heroes, but what about the people who survive?

What should we do about those who have stepped on the ladder you built with your lives and flesh and survived in the mire and swamp?

Feng Wentao's hand that was clenching his fist trembled slightly, and his knuckles were turned white from the pinch.

He swore fiercely in his heart that next time, he must be the hero.

He doesn't want to be a coward hiding behind others!

He wants to be the ladder that stands in front of others!

......

Everyone waited in the corridor for a full five minutes with their own thoughts in mind.

After confirming that no one had been scratched and mutated by the zombies, he stood up and walked towards the nearby supply station.

This is the instruction of the [Mysterious Man], and it is also the true use of the machete. Once you find that someone is about to mutate, cut off his head immediately.

To everyone, these five minutes seemed like five hours.

They examined each other's wounds, as if they were quietly waiting for some kind of verdict.

Until the countdown to death stopped, they finally felt that they had really survived.

After stumbling into the supply station, everyone did not rest anymore and each sorted out the supplies they had brought out.

Two packages tied with sheets were spread out, belonging to the girl from 901.

The only backpack she had was filled with rice and red beans, which she carried on her thin back.

The crossbody bag on the shoulder contained other food.

Seeing that there were really no bags or bags left, she wrapped her clothes and the electric cooking pot and induction cooker in a bed sheet and carried them in her hands.

These things scattered when she entered the unit door, and her clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Just now, everyone entered the supply station with their things in a hurry, and the clothes she scattered were also brought in by Lu Dongcheng in his arms.

She squatted on the ground collecting her clothes one by one, her cheeks flushed.

At this moment, all she could think about was the image of Lu Dongcheng carrying her clothes in the door.

Her underwear was so close to him at that time, right on his chest, and he could see it as long as he lowered his head.

She was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but keep glancing at the boy with her peripheral vision.

But the other party seemed not to notice this at all, and was concentrating on cleaning Feng Wentao's wounds.

When she saw this, she felt relieved. He was in such a hurry at that time, he didn't even have the intention to pay attention to that, right? She thought so.

Then she seemed to remember something again, lowered her head and groped in her crossbody bag for a while, and found out a few colorful candies.

She handed out the candy to the crying children, then took her things and sat down next to the little boy who had lost his mother.

In the apocalypse, sugar is a very precious thing. They can replenish energy and sugar for the human body, allowing hungry people to survive for a while.

Everyone usually has some candies at home, but most of them have been eaten after the end of the world.

Because she has low blood sugar, she keeps a lot of candies of various flavors at home. This is the only sweetness in her life after the apocalypse.