Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

"Okay! Let's run!" The target is the grocery store that is still open at the intersection, which contains canned fish, vacuum-packaged salt-baked chicken, as well as women's necessary aunt's towels and toilet paper.In addition to the bucket Mo's mother plans to use to store water, that's the goal.

Mo Ze took the bucket and food, and Mo Ma went to get sanitary napkins and facial tissues. There were still a few big bags of both at home, but as consumables, the more the better.

However, Moze, who dragged his mother to run fast, seemed to press the pause button suddenly, and suddenly stopped at the door of the small shop.

Panting slightly, Moze held the dagger horizontally in front of him, nervously looking at the shop manager who crawled out of the small shop.The dead gray skin and cloudy eyeballs can easily tell his health status. The muscles covering the skin are stretched together, causing the attached skin to shrink in the store like a piece of too tight clothes. long body.

The strength of the store manager, Mo Ze, knew that he used to go to the community to do horizontal bar pull-ups, and he could do 37 at most, but he could do [-] in one go, and laughed at himself when he was done.

Now that he is infected, if the nerve area that controls muscle strength is destroyed according to experts, how much strength will he have?

It seems that they are staring at themselves, and I don’t know if they still have memories of themselves. The infected people on the street did not approach, and people with the same thoughts as Mo’s mother attracted their attention, and the only two infected people who were closer Those who also seemed to regard each other as targets, pushing each other with their arms on the street.

The movements are similar to elementary school students fighting, there is no way to speak, it is all about comparing who is stronger.

Backing away slowly, the store manager on the ground also stood up holding the door frame, showing his yellowish teeth like a demonstration, and blocked in front of the small shop.And when Moze backed away from the awning at the entrance of the small shop, a smile seemed to appear on the face of the store manager... The muscles on his face pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly upwards, combined with the saliva flowing out and the hostile body language, let this What was supposed to be a friendly expression became like the horror makeup on the face of a psychotic clown.

Turning his head slowly, he looked at Mo's mother again, seeing that Mo's mother showed no sign of retreating, she opened her mouth wide again, showing her teeth, and slowly clenched her hands into fists.

Is he asserting territorial sovereignty?Want to tell us this shop is his?

Mozer gave his mother a pull, and winked at another apparently deserted grocery store across the street.

The owner of this store doesn't let me go in, so I can go to another store, it's best to find what I want and go home quickly.Otherwise, the two infected people who were fighting each other on the street didn't know how long they could fight each other. If time wasted because of a shopkeeper, it would be more harm than good.

Nodding, Mom Mo put on a non-hostile look, bent over and took a few steps back, turned around and followed her son to the grocery store across the street.

"Roar! No!" With a hoarse shout, he rushed towards Moze with heavy and fast approaching steps, turned his dagger sideways, and stepped sideways to avoid the rushing shopkeeper behind him. Moze looked at his mother with a complicated expression.

what to do?To kill, or not to kill?If you kill, it shouldn't count as murder, right?

The shopkeeper who stopped in front of Moze turned around slowly, with that terrifying smile on his face again, his mouth tremblingly opened and closed, as if to say something, but in the end he could only tilt his head, drooling. Drooling and roaring: "Go! Me! Buy! Money!"

Frowning, Moze took a step forward and let go of his mother's hand at the same time.

The store manager took a step back and opened his arms at the same time, as if blocking Mo Ze and Mo's mother, his head was tilted, and muddy saliva kept flowing from the corner of his grinning mouth, and the words he said made Mo Ze even more suspicious. The health of the store manager.

Zombies in zombie movies can't talk, maybe the store manager can be saved?

"Son" Mo's mother whispered in Moze's ear: "Do you think he wants us to buy things in his store? Let me try?"

As she said that, Mo's mother deliberately walked past the store manager and walked a few steps in the direction of his small shop.

The store manager's expression became happier, the corners of his mouth became more curved, he twisted his neck and nodded vigorously: "For me!! Shop!"

Speechless, he opened his mouth wide under the mask. Moze really didn't expect it to be like this. He could still think about his small shop, and he quickly looked back. The two infected people no longer fought each other, but walked towards direction of the neighborhood.

Relieved, Moze leaned on his mother, and the two approached the small shop together.

A normal expression finally appeared on the store manager's face... His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were no longer stiff and exaggerated. He clapped his hands happily on the spot, like a child: "Yes, yes. "

A happy kid with gray skin, tangled muscles, balding, white hair, and an unshaven beard.

Moser's thoughts were full of malice, but the store was full of things. Taking four large buckets, Moser threw all the canned fish and hanging chicken on the shelves into the buckets, and also threw four bags of Swiss Rolls and three bags of chocolate filled pies.

The shelf life of this kind of thing is also very long, and it is also a high-energy food. In this case, take as much as you can!

The store manager has been standing at the door, maintaining the same expression as when he was making tea before, smiling with his eyes narrowed.

Mom Mo took enough sanitary napkins and toilet paper, put them in a big black plastic bag, asked her son with her eyes, and nodded after seeing the bucket of food.

Seeing that the two seemed to have finished their purchases, the store manager walked past Mo's mother stiffly. Mo Ze could clearly see the muscles of his mother's right hand contracted, and tapped the steel pipe on the ground, making a loud noise. sound.

However, the store manager seemed to have changed from a boss-level task in Moze's mind to a funny one. Sitting behind the cash register, he spread his hands on the table, and the expression on his face became more natural: "Come and pay!! Roar!!"

I didn't bother to count how much money I had, so Mama took all the 400 yuan in her pocket and put it on the cash register, which made the infected store manager smile again.After rummaging under the table for a long time, he took out a two-yuan bouncy ball and stuffed it into Moze's hand.

"Take it! Take it!! Give it away!! Aww!!" His eyes seemed to have light, they were no longer confused and out of focus, and the color of his pupils turned orange. Seeing that Moze finally held the small ball, the store manager said After walking slowly back to the cashier, she lay down on the table.

Glancing at the green rubber ball still in the packaging bag, Moze remembered that it was the most popular bouncy ball in the fourth grade of elementary school. After entering junior high school, he didn't see anyone playing it again. He didn't expect that there were still some in this store.

It seems that when I bought here before, I bought two bouncy balls and got one free. Only I have this treatment.When other people asked for it from the store manager, the still bald store manager just smiled and handed out a few packs of [-] cents snacks.

For primary school children, this is no less "wealth" than bouncy balls.

With a complicated mood, he glanced at the store manager who was sitting behind the cashier holding the teacup and tea. He seemed to have forgotten how to match it. He actually buckled the teacup on the tea, and poured unboiled water on it. .

For some reason, he put the bucket aside, and Moze jumped up and pulled down the rolling shutter door at the top, blocking the shop manager who seemed to be wondering why he couldn't make tea.

"Son? That's three meters! How did you jump?"

"Ah?" Moze, who picked up the bucket, realized that he had just pulled down the shutter door just by jumping. The height is comparable to that of a basketball hoop. If it was thrown from the east, it was still possible. How did he pull it down?

Glancing at the two people running from another street and the infected person chasing after him, Moze picked up the bucket full of food and ran towards the community.

"Don't worry about it! Go home!"