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

And he seemed to be covered with a soft quilt. No wonder he was woken up by the heat just now.

This is much more comfortable than lying on the ground before, if only the thick quilt on my body could be thinner.

Feeling that he had regained some strength, he propped himself up and sat up. He looked at the place where he was lying and found that it was indeed the sofa.

It seemed that the zombie moved him from the floor to the sofa.

He sat up, his whole body aching and weak.

But the headache has eased a lot and it’s not that uncomfortable anymore.

My throat still feels like it's on fire, dry and parched.

"Cough..." The discomfort in his throat made him cough lightly.

The coughing caused the knife wound in his abdomen to become affected, and a sharp pain in his abdomen caused him to shrink back.

"Uh……"

He almost forgot about the injuries on his body because the zombie's strange behavior made him forget for a moment how he ended up in this situation.

The knife wound on the stomach is proof of betrayal.

Thinking of this, Lin Yiran's face turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sinister sentence: "Wang Yu, if I survive, we will slowly settle this account with you..."

But now he just needs to survive first.

Although the zombie currently doesn't seem to be planning to eat him, even if that weren't the case, the injuries on his body would mean he wouldn't be able to survive for long.

After all, he was stabbed in the abdomen and bitten by a zombie.

After coming to his senses, he looked around again, but didn't seem to see the zombie.

The zombie disappeared again.

Where did you go?

The office was dark. He looked carefully and found that there seemed to be something on the table in front of the sofa where he was lying.

He propped himself up and leaned over to take a look.

After looking closely, I realized that they were food and drink.

They were all packaged foods, including bread, cakes, biscuits, and an opened bottle of mineral water.

He covered his abdomen with one hand and reached out with the other to get a bottle of water, then leaned back on the sofa, opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, things around me gradually became clear.

He looked around the room but didn't see the zombie.

Seeing the food and water on the table, you don’t have to guess to know that the zombie put them there.

But where did the zombie go?

He turned his head and looked at the quilt next to him. It felt very soft and smelled fresh.

The same old question still comes to mind.

What the hell is going on with this zombie?

Why take care of him?

He covered his abdomen and slowly stood up. Although his whole body was still in pain, he had regained some strength.

After getting up, he slowly walked to the door, wanting to open it and go out to take a look.

However, I found that...

The door won't open.

The door is locked.

Lin Yiran complained in confusion: "...Isn't that too much? Why did it lock the door? Is it afraid that I will run away?"

After twisting it a few times and finding that it really couldn't be opened, he reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​opening the door.

Then he walked towards the window again.

Leaning against the window, I looked up at the sky. It was dark above my head and there were no stars.

Looking down, it was dark downstairs.

It was also quiet.

I looked at the height of my floor, which was probably four or five stories high.

You can't jump down.

What's more, he was injured.

After taking a look at the environment here, he turned and walked to another window to look out.

It was the front window just now, and now it is the rear window. There is a green belt under the front window, and there is an iron shed under the rear window.

If you want to escape by jumping out of the window here, you can go down from this side.

But now he has to heal his injury first.

I looked down at the wound on my abdomen. Although it wasn't bleeding, it seemed to have started to get infected.

Because there was no medicine applied, no stitches or bandages, it was just left there.

The zombie wasn't well enough to treat his wounds.

Just simply give him food.

Very strange...

I don’t know what that zombie is thinking.

Are you bringing him here and locking him up because you don't want him to run away, or because you don't want the zombies outside to come in and eat him?

They gave him food and drink, but did not treat his wounds.

Don’t you know that the wound can become infected and cause death?

Giving food and water is just because zombies only know how to eat, and they won't die from injuries? So they don't care about injuries?

Why do I feel like I'm being raised by that zombie?

Why does it want to feed itself? Is it to use him as a reserve food?

Lin Yiran thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't figure out the zombie's intention.

But he was sure of one thing, that is, the zombie would not take his life for the time being, nor would he allow other zombies to take his life.

So, he is safe here for the time being.

As he was thinking about various problems, the wound on his abdomen began to hurt again, and the places on his shoulders and legs that were bitten and scratched by the zombies were numb and without feeling.

He slowly walked back to the sofa, sat down, leaned against the back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the headache is not that severe anymore. Apart from still feeling weak all over, the only pain is the wound in my abdomen.

Although he wasn't hungry, he knew he had to eat something.

So he reached out and took the bread from the table, tore open the bag and ate it.

Although he knew he had no choice now, he still fantasized about having a bowl of hot instant noodles with soup, or instant porridge made with hot water...

But fantasy is fantasy.

He ate and drank a bottle of water.

After drinking the water, he wanted to go to the toilet.

But there is no bathroom in this office. The bathroom should be in the corridor outside.

He can't get out.

What should we do now?

Fortunately, he just wanted to pee, so there were only two ways.

Either stand by the window and let it out, or take a mineral water bottle...

Ok……

He couldn't just do it in the corner of the office. He didn't want to stay here smelling the smell of his own urine.

After thinking about it, he finally didn't want to move, so he took the mineral water bottle he had just used and solved his problem on the spot.

After peeing, he screwed the lid on tightly and threw it out the window.

Comfortable~~

He leaned back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. There was only one set of sofas in the office, and the long sofa could seat three people, so he lay there very comfortably.

If you ignore the dust on top...

But he couldn't lie down yet.

Looking at the wound on his abdomen, he had to find a way to deal with it.

I don’t know if there is a medical kit in this office. Most offices should have a simple trauma medical kit.

So he held his stomach and slowly searched around the office, hoping that there would be disinfectant and gauze in the medical box. It would be even better if there were some anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs.

He didn't have much strength to begin with, and after searching for a few minutes he was so tired that he started to pant.

After dragging his weak body to search for half an hour, he finally found the medical box. When he opened it, he saw gauze for bandaging and disinfectant solution.

But the potion must have expired.

But now there is no choice, so I can only make do with what I have.