The end of the world: Zombie rival becomes boyfriend and becomes very fierce

Upon hearing this, the zombie lowered its head and continued to pick up things, and put them together in different categories.

Put water in one pile, food in one pile, and other miscellaneous items in one pile.

After finishing this, it turned around and went out again.

Seeing that it was about to go out again, Lin Yiran immediately asked, "You're going out? Then can you help me find a watch? Thank you. Do you know what a watch is? One that can tell time?"

After he kept asking a bunch of questions, the zombie turned around and left.

Looking at the door that it closed again, Lin Yiran sighed as he lay there: "...It didn't respond even when I talked to it. Did it understand or not?"

Then he looked at the medical box on the table, sat up with the help of the sofa, leaned over to take a look, and found that it was full.

There are especially many gauze balls.

"Where did this guy find so many gauze balls?" He turned his head and glanced at the table that was already piled with things, and muttered, "Does this guy have a hoarding habit? Is he a squirrel?"

Then he smiled speechlessly: "It's a zombie and doesn't need these, so why pick them up? Is it muscle memory left over from when it was a human? When it saw these familiar things, it picked them up because it felt they were useful?"

Then he removed the gauze on his waist, applied medicine again, and then wrapped it with new gauze.

I took a look at the wounds on my shoulder and legs, and it seemed that they didn't need any more medicine.

Although he didn't know if it would work, he still rubbed the wound with iodine.

After finishing, he lay on the sofa again and looked at the sky outside.

"Why is the day so long today?"

I always feel that today's time has passed particularly long and the sky has not yet darkened.

This timing doesn't feel right...

He lay on the sofa and looked out the window until he fell asleep again.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he felt water flowing into his mouth.

He happened to be feeling very thirsty, so he subconsciously drank a few more sips.

After opening his eyes, he saw the zombies feeding him water.

Lin Yiran raised his hand and gently pushed away the zombie's hand holding the water bottle, then sat up.

I turned my head and glanced out the window. It was getting dark, but not completely dark yet.

It looked like it was around six or seven in the evening.

Lin Yiran sat up with the help of the sofa, looked at the zombie in front of him and asked, "What time is it? Oh... forget it, you definitely don't know either."

Then he turned his gaze and looked around the table, and sure enough, there were some more things.

He looked at each other, looked at the gas stove, and then looked at the food on the table.

There are instant noodles, dried noodles, and pots.

There's even salt...

He wanted to eat some hot food, but after looking at the zombies, he had to give up.

You can't expect a zombie to cook noodles, right?

Who knows if it might turn out to be a kitchen killer?

Lin Yiran decided to wait until he got better before cooking, and instead of eating something else right now.

Scan the food on the table, as well as cans and the like.

He suddenly saw a can of Taiqi Eight Treasure Porridge, his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the porridge and said to the zombie: "I want to eat that, help me get it."

The zombie looked at him twice, put the water on the table, turned around to look at the eight-treasure porridge he was pointing at, and obediently helped him get it.

After Lin Yiran took it, he looked at its zombie face and said, "Thank you."

The zombie just squatted there, staring at him as he opened the Eight Treasure Porridge.

After Lin Yiran opened it, he looked at the color inside and found no change.

I sniffed it again and there was no peculiar smell.

He took the spoon off the lid and stirred the porridge with the spoon. After making sure it was not spoiled, he took a sip.

The taste of the sweet dumplings is still the same.

He quickly finished the whole can.

After scraping the jar empty, he put it down and searched the crowded table again.

I want to find another can of eight-treasure porridge to eat.

After looking around for a while, he saw a few bottles and cans on the table, so he pointed at one of them and said to the zombie, "Hey, Zhu Yu, help me take that. I want to eat more!"

The zombie followed his gaze, then reached down and brought him another can.

Lin Yiran took it and looked at it. Although it was not the big jar of eight-treasure porridge, it was also porridge.

After he finished the small can, he felt his stomach was finally half full, and then he pointed to a bag of bread on the table: "I want to eat that, bread."

As he spoke he glanced at the zombie.

The zombie brought him another bag of bread.

"Thank you." Lin Yiran tore open the bread bag and looked at the zombie while eating.

This guy's IQ is indeed higher than that of ordinary zombies. He can understand what I say and the instructions for actions.

I just don’t know how much of his memory has recovered. It feels like he seems to remember himself, but it seems like there are some things he can’t remember.

It won't respond if you tell it anything else, but it will do what you tell it to do.

As it was getting dark outside, Lin Yiran looked at the skin on his arms again.

Still no change.

Twelve hours before everyone turns into a zombie, their skin will basically have bruises because of blood vessel necrosis and muscle tissue decay, so purple bruises will appear.

It's the same for anyone, and at this time, the person's body will become cold and stiff.

However, Lin Yiran moved his arms and clenched his fists.

He didn't feel any coldness or stiffness in his body, and there were no bruises on his skin.

I touched the skin of his arm and found that his body was still warm.

But looking at the time, he shouldn't have much time left.

Lin Yiran lay on the sofa, raised his arms and stared at him in the dim light outside.

Seeing him looking with his arms raised like this, the zombies came over to take a look out of curiosity.

Lin Yiran was startled by the zombie head that suddenly came close to him. He turned his head sharply and glared at him, and subconsciously stepped aside: "I'm scared to death! What are you looking at? Can you not come close to me like this without saying a word? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

The zombie looked at him with some confusion, then looked at his arm.

She seemed curious about what he was looking at.

Lin Yiran retracted his arm and said to it, "Don't get so close to me. You're scary. Move away, move away."

As he spoke, he waved his hand gently at it, making a gesture to tell it to retreat.

Seeing his action, the zombies stepped aside thoughtfully.

Lin Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, then sat up with the help of the sofa and said to it, "I want to go to the toilet, can you help me go?"

Hearing this, the zombie stood beside him and stretched out a claw to him.

Lin Yiran looked at its dirty claws reaching out, with dirt under its nails, and couldn't help but say, "I say... can you wash your hands? Really... they're a bit dirty..."

When the zombie heard what he said, he immediately grabbed his arm and dragged him up.

"Hey, be gentler... I told you to move slower... My wound is about to be torn... Ah... It hurts, it hurts..." Lin Yiran was pulled by it, and the wound on his abdomen began to hurt again, making him cry out in pain.