Doomsday After Turning into a Zombie

All the guesses in Ge Huai's mind turned into bubbles in a short time, and they all burst into the air, looking at the young man a little helplessly.

Along the way, he had a good feeling for Yan Hao, not to mention Yan Hao's appearance was pleasing to the eye, and his IQ was high enough, and he and Song Jia didn't cause any trouble during the whole journey.

It's just that I have doubts today, so I want to ask clearly, is there anything difficult to hide in it.

Ge Huai reflected on his question just now, it didn't seem very harsh, but Yan Hao was different from those rough guys in the team.

He looked at Yan Hao complicatedly, there was a thousand words in his heart and he couldn't even utter a single word at this time, tremblingly, he added a squeamishness to the label of youth.

Yan Hao, who was not coquettish, felt hot in his ears, always felt that someone was slandering him, and he would be a little worried, because he always felt that no one would believe him even if he told the truth.

Before Yan Hao could figure out how to deal with it, he heard the man's slightly unnatural voice, "Go to rest early."

Yan Hao raised his head in confusion, and what he saw was Ge Huai's back, and swallowed back the excuses that were spinning around his lips.

Forget it, you can escape once.

He was a little flustered now, he didn't have the time to figure out what Ge Huai was thinking, and now there was a hidden danger, he had to think about how to explain it in the future, as for the group of zombies.

Yan Hao recalled the gestures of those zombies during the day, and his eyes twitched slightly. If he really believed it, he ran over and stood on the opposite side of all human beings...

Kind of scary.

Song Jia was squatting on the ground when she heard the sound of the door opening and looked at Ge Huai, "Captain?"

Then he continued to scratch his neck and look back, but he didn't see Yan Hao, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "What happened just now?"

She knew that Ge Huai wanted to ask about Yan Hao's going out just now. Although she didn't get along with Yan Hao for a long time, Song Jia really liked his temper, and was especially curious about his unwillingness to hold his strong thighs in the last days.

If Yan Hao was like everyone else, and became clingy after seeing her strength, Song Jia would lose her will instead, but Yan Hao didn't buy anything, so she had a good sense of Yan Hao, and she didn't believe Yan Hao for a while. Hao will do something out of the ordinary, naturally not worried.

She didn't notice the strange expression on the captain's face, "What did he say?"

Ge Huai took a deep breath and fell silent when he saw Song Jia asking the young man with an innocent face.

Song Jia instinctively felt a sense of danger, raised her head without a teacher and showed a very dog-legged smile, threw the question she wanted to ask just now to the back of her head, and then quickly slipped away before Ge Huai said anything.

"Tsk," Ge Huai took out a cigarette from his pocket, still unlit, and held it in his mouth, his dark eyes bottomless.

Yan Hao had an uneasy night, and some incredible images flashed in his mind from time to time. The horrifying zombies seemed to have lost their original scary aura, and stayed peacefully beside humans.

Then he woke up with fright, and it turned out that what happened during the day had a strong impact on him. Yan Hao wiped off the sweat on his forehead, only to realize that there was no one around him, and Ge Huai didn't know where to go to rest.

But that's okay, if he fell asleep, it would be bad if he leaked something out of his mouth.

By the moonlight, he looked at his fingers, the white fingers and powdery fingertips, no matter how they looked, they were far from the blue-white dry hands of the zombies, they were obviously human hands.

If it wasn't too real, he would suspect that what he experienced during the day was his dream.

Yan Hao lowered his head, stretched out his left hand to touch his right hand, thinking about when his body would mutate again, the next second, he constricted his pupils in astonishment, watching his fingernails turn black and purple and grow longer under the moonlight A penetrating light refracted from below.

It’s over.

Yan Hao's expression was very ugly at this moment.

Looking at his hands steadily, this is the first time he has calmed down to observe his own situation. It looks whiter than before, and it still feels fleshy and hot to the touch, but his nails are more oozing than those zombies. people.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he jumped up from the bed, and he didn't even have the slightest thought of going to sleep, squatting in the corner of the room, staring at his weird fingers seriously.

How to say it should be different, maybe very sharp, cutting cement like tofu.

He settled down and scratched across the ground. The long nails did not split, and there was only a shallow mark on the concrete floor. The end connecting the nails was a little painful.

"..."

very good.

Yan Hao looked up at the white wall expressionlessly, and it turned out that he was a mutated little chicken.

There is nothing more cruel than this.

But it's right to think about it, the last time he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his clothes were well uncut, let alone the concrete floor.

Yan Hao reflected on his own whims, and fell back on the bed without any strength. Apart from this, there is black and purple blood that can communicate with zombies and does not know if it is useful.

The former may be locked up for research if he speaks out, while the latter...

Probably as useless as his fingernails.

The corner of Yan Hao's mouth raised a slightly mocking arc. After all, he is selfish. If he really has the heart, he might become the savior in the last days.

He closed his eyelids, but this is only a possibility, he really said all this, what he lost was his freedom, whether he can live is still to be determined.

Maybe, in the end, he will have to be killed to prevent the end of the world.

Thinking of this, Yan Hao turned over from the bed again. Recently, his mood was very unstable, and such very negative thoughts would pop up from time to time, followed by contempt for human behavior.

It’s over.

This is the second time Yan Hao has this idea in one night, if this continues, maybe he will really pick up the villain script...

However, Yan Hao heaved a sigh of relief when he thought about the arduous process involved. He was lazy, so he probably wasn't in the mood to pretend.

Little did they know it was in the woods.

A group of unintelligent first-level zombies wandered outside, and inside were dumb second-level zombies. Only in the center were a few third-level zombies who had met Yan Hao during the day, and they gathered together.

Some zombies even put on an intoxicated look with their dead faces, "It's his breath."

Instead of showing contempt, the other zombies became intoxicated along with them.

The scene is a little weird.

The dark zombie was obviously the leader of the group of zombies. He stood with his cloudy eyes drifting towards the location of the base.

"Why did Wang go back?"

The black zombie who was still wondering if he was too scary froze for a moment, shook off the unknown melancholy, and said firmly: "The king must have a greater plan!"

Yan Hao, who had a great plan, was finally defeated by sleepiness, gave up entanglement with himself, and decided to play a game of chess with Zhou Gong, and went to ask Po Meng for a bowl of soup that can forget his worries.

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Zombie: The king is awesome, it must be for us to go undercover with humans

Hui Xiaohao: Worry, just pretend not to know, hehehu

kinda short bow