Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

"fu...shit! Damn it!" He simulated a knife and cut the bloody silk thread from it, tried to pluck the sewing thread with the thread ends outside, and found that the blood had already coagulated in the flesh Every time he twitches hard, it can make Chen Luoyu, who is in a coma, twitch all over.

"Leng Yan, you wait for me here, I'll go find medicine! After she wakes up, ask who did it! Damn it! Is it still human!" Moze stabbed the knife into the wall forcefully, and Moze rushed out Out, leaving only a cold statement with complicated eyes, two clean soft cloths were left to wipe off the stains on Chen Luoyu's body.

It was easy to guess what Moze was thinking, and it was impossible for anyone with a normal mind to sit idly by seeing such a tragic situation of a young girl.What's more, Moze almost had the same experience as her?

Just a few minutes later, Mo Ze rushed back to the ward with several bottles of medicine and three needles.Nervously, he disassembled a disposable needle tube, sucked a small bottle of transparent liquid into the needle tube, and searched for blood vessels in Chen Luoyu's relatively unscarred waist with trembling fingers.

It should be on the hand, but Moze really doesn't have such a high professional level, and he can find blood vessels that are relatively inconspicuous on the arm covered with bruises and redness.

Taking a deep breath, like he used to practice with his father at home, Mo Ze gently inserted the needle into Chen Luoyu's vein, and slowly pushed out all the liquid in the needle tube.

Glancing at the two pieces of soft cloth that had turned black and red, Moze unscrewed a glass bottle sealed with a rubber stopper, and the pungent smell of wine wafted from the mouth of the bottle.

"Virtualize this kind of cloth, and help me open the three bottles of medicine with red labels by the way. They are disinfectant and antibiotics."

"What did you give her?" Once again imitating two pieces of soft cloth, Yan Yan forcefully tore open the seal on the medicine bottle, and a faint fragrance also floated out from the liquid in the bottle.

"Morphine, packaged in English, I almost didn't recognize it. It's a fucking imported drug! These rubbish! How are these stitches! Damn!" Moze, who was stimulated, used tweezers to pull out the solidified wounds. Silk thread, while pouring alcohol on the wound, washed away the dark blood clot that had solidified on the thigh.

The pungent smell filled the whole room, but the two didn't pay attention to it. Moze was relieved until the last silk thread was pulled from the wound.

Looking at the thigh with only bright red blood left, Mo Ze looked at the private part of Chen Luoyu's legs with a strange liquid in it, picked up a clean cloth and a special disinfectant for women, and squeezed it convulsively. Make a fist.

……never mind!No wonder!This is just helping you!

After wiping off the blood and dirt with some alcohol, Mo Ze blushed and poured the disinfectant into Chen Luoyu's body along the catheter.

Chen Luoyu, who was anesthetized by injection of morphine, did not feel the pain caused by disinfection, but was just like a dead body being manipulated by Mo Ze.

At the end, the three bottles of disinfectant and one bottle of antibiotics had all been used up. Moze glanced at the smelly liquid mixed in the disinfectant on the ground, and gritted his teeth.

Judging by the amount, there should be more than one person, and recalling the noisy footsteps in the supermarket at that time, Moze felt that it was unbearable to be away from home.

Then there are at least 20 people, are they all...

In a complicated mood, he helped Chen Luoyu bandage the wound that had been cleaned, but those bruises were still the same gnawing teeth and claws, the same shocking, as if they had never changed.

It's a pity that the hospital couldn't find the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, probably because it was too common, so after two months, there were only empty packaging boxes left in the hospital's medicine storehouse.

Fortunately, they didn't know about morphine, otherwise, just pulling the thread out of the flesh, Moser could already imagine how painful it was.

Glancing at the blood-stained cloth at hand, Moze gathered them together expressionlessly, threw them into a metal tray, squeezed out a tiny fireball, and threw it into the alcohol-filled tray.

The ability to make fireballs at will is not a superpower. Controlling cells can control the direction of human evolution. This fantasy that often appears in human science programs has now become a reality.

The rapid friction between cells can generate a lot of heat, and the combustibles inherent in the human body are enough to light a flame.There have always been such examples in human society, but because they happen unintentionally and cannot control the direction of the flames, these people have another name-victims of spontaneous human combustion.

Only the human body is burned, not even the clothes will be damaged in any way, that's why only the cells are burned.

Moze didn't know what was wrong with him, but he still had the mood to think about these things. At a time like this, shouldn't he be full of sympathy for the victims?

Maybe it's because I have done everything I can do for Chen Luoyu, so I feel so at ease?

"Cold words..."

"Well, I'm here." Moze's expression was very indifferent. Moze, who was completely different from usual, made Leng Yan serious, and seriously proposed, "Should we take her back and let her recover from her injuries?"

"Of course, it's just those bastards, we can't let them go!"

At the same time, Ye Kalian, who came back from the old city with a big bag of food, was happily walking into the temporary residence she chose, planning to enjoy the long-lost food with Haiman and Wan Xinyu.

A lot of chickens and ducks were found in the old city, and they seemed to be infected by the virus, and their growth rate even exceeded that of the same kind that was given hormones.A few days ago, I only saw yellow fluffy chickens. If I go again today, I can already pick up three big chickens that weigh half a catty and go home.

By the way, I also picked up two eggs.

Kallen, who killed chickens and bled them on the spot, didn't want the bloody chicken blood to provoke too many hungry infected people to party near her home, and one egg, one for Heyman and one for Wan Xinyu, was enough.

After brushing her cut-cut hair that was inexplicably no longer long, Karen happily pushed open the concealed door, thinking that it was a surprise that the two of them were planning to give her.

Unexpectedly, it was not a surprise, but a fright.

Everything in the room changed positions, and the obvious signs of fighting made Karen worry about Wan Xinyu, a woman who refused to admit defeat.If someone broke into the house by force, how fiercely she would resist was already seen from the fact that she was sent to prison for self-defense.

However, the finger-thick hole at the door made Karen's heart cold.

Bullet holes from [-]mm pistol rounds!

The eggs are stuffed into the body of the dead chicken. The soft chicken ensures that the eggs will not be broken by Kallen's throwing.He flung the chicken onto the overturned dining table, and frantically searched the room for possible bloodstains.

There was no blood and it looked like the shooter didn't hurt them, thank goodness.

Looking up, Karen tried to calm herself with deep breaths. When she opened her eyes again, the irises that were originally dark red had become brighter, and harsh tearing sounds could also be heard intermittently from Karen's body.

The virus feels the host's anger and the sense of powerlessness that can only compromise with reality.

This is impossible!We are the masters of the world!Our host should not be a weakling who only knows how to sigh!asshole!cheer us up!

Just like what Alex said, viruses also have their consciousness, but it's too low-level...or too high-level.