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

There was no light in the room and it was pitch black, but luckily he had a small flashlight with him.

Over the past three years, most zombie cities have lost power, and only the safe base still has electricity.

If you want to find electricity in a zombie city, you usually have to see if you can find a small generator for private use.

But in this environment, these are all valuable resources.

The equipment he brought out from the safe base included not only flashlights but also power banks, all of which were fully charged.

Because these are necessary things when fighting in the field.

He took out everything in the medical box with a flashlight, sorted them and put them on the table.

This is a trauma first aid kit, so disinfectant and gauze are standard, as well as anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs for oral administration.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the medicines.

Then he sat on the sofa, pointed the flashlight at his abdomen, lifted up the clothes on his abdomen, and began to clean the wound.

The saline solution poured on the wound irritated him so much that he gasped.

"Uh-hiss—"

He gritted his teeth and continued to clean the wound.

After skillfully washing the wound, he could only bandage it with gauze. There was no needle and thread to suture the wound in the medical box.

He didn't know whether his intestines were punctured, but seeing that he had no problem drinking water and going to the toilet, his intestines should be fine.

Because his whole body was in pain, he bandaged the wound on his abdomen and then treated the wounds on his shoulders and legs.

The wound on the shoulder was more serious, as the zombie had bitten off a large piece of flesh; the wound on the leg was just a few claw marks, not serious.

But now it's inflamed and oozing pus.

After spending two or three hours treating all his injuries, he was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa.

He just had to see if he could make it through, there was that one in ten million chance that he wouldn't turn into a zombie.

Among the countless people who have been bitten by zombies around the world, one in ten million did not turn into zombies, but became pathogens.

The pathogen is the zombie virus that mutates in the human body and does not kill the host, but instead coexists with the host.

The host of the symbiotic organism is just like a normal person and will not turn into a zombie. Even if bitten by a zombie again, he will not get sick.

It can be said that it has become an immune body.

Because the viruses in the host's body will automatically devour the invading viruses, and in order to create a suitable living environment for themselves, they will even transform the host's physical condition.

Make the host become a healthier person than before.

Now in the base, pathogens are very valuable because their serum can prevent people who have just been infected with the zombie virus from turning into zombies.

Their serum is as valuable as the antidote.

In order to encourage these people to donate blood voluntarily, the base gave them very generous subsidies, and their food, clothing, housing and transportation were all very comfortable.

They are not forced to donate blood.

Of course, you won’t receive the subsidy if you don’t donate blood.

In this environment, people who do not have subsidies and the ability to come out and fight zombies cannot survive at all.

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After Lin Yiran had treated all the wounds on his body, he drank a bottle of water and then lay down on the sofa to rest. He fell into a deep sleep again.

Not long after he fell asleep, the office door was opened.

The zombie walked in slowly. The pitch-black night did not affect its vision.

After it came in, it first glanced at Lin Yiran who was lying on the sofa. Seeing that he was lying well, it turned around and closed the door.

Then he walked to the sofa and looked down at the things on the table.

Then it squatted beside the sofa and stared at Lin Yiran's face.

After looking for a while, he shifted his gaze from Lin Yiran's face to him and looked at the wounds on his body.

It stretched out its claws and gently lifted Lin Yiran's clothes and looked at the wounds on his body.

After seeing that the wounds had been bandaged, it pulled the clothes in place.

Then she continued to stare at his face, reaching out her hands to touch his face.

Sometimes she rubbed his face, sometimes she pinched his skin.

It seems that she is very curious about his face.

The zombie looked at Lin Yiran's face quietly.

It has been acting as a zombie for the past three years.

From the very beginning, it was just like other zombies, with no other thoughts except feeling hungry and wanting to eat.

So in order to fill its stomach, it wanders around this dilapidated city every day, picking up garbage to eat.

Because it had no concept of food, it would pick up even stones and take a bite of them, and then throw them away in disgust if it felt they didn't taste good.

Until one day, it suddenly smelled the blood of a living person. The smell was fragrant and sweet, and it instinctively felt that it was delicious.

So it followed the smell and began to attack the source of the fragrance.

Even if the source of the fragrance was a living person, it would not think of anything else. After all, it just wanted to be full.

Because of its simple mind, it doesn't think there is anything happy or unhappy about such days.

Three years passed in this simple manner. Every day, I only did one thing, which was to go out to find food.

Ever since it tasted a living person, it could never forget that taste.

So it was like this every day, looking for people, looking for living people, and if I couldn’t find any, I would pick up garbage to eat.

Why do things that look delicious taste bland?

So it picked up those things, which felt delicious but actually not tasty. However, it just couldn't bear to throw them away, so it went out every day and brought back a little, and eventually it had accumulated a pile of them.

Three years passed like this, but some time ago it suddenly evolved.

Its claws grew longer, its body became more agile, and its strength increased.

He also became more skilled at fighting other zombies.

In the past, when fighting with the zombies around for territory, nine out of ten times I would lose, or end up in a draw.

He often comes back with various scars.

But after evolving, it became powerful and could cut off half of other zombies' heads with one claw.

Running faster than them, his claws became incredibly hard.

Because it often fights with them, it knows that no matter how big the wound is, even if half of their body is cut off, they can still crawl over with their hands and continue to attack.

The only way to kill them is to chop off their skulls and smash their heads.

It had never been able to crush their skulls with its claws before, but now it can just smash their heads with one slap.

After the upgrade, it recovered a little bit of its memory as a human.

But not much. It only remembers some common sense of being a human being, but it does not remember who it is.

Moreover, the memories it can recall are limited, and there are many things it cannot remember.

But there is one thing it remembered...that eating humans seems to be wrong?

However, this time it found that the prey that broke into its territory looked very familiar.

The first time the zombies saw him, they were confused and curious because of the familiar feeling.