The daily life of the first brother in the zombie world

"Fuck me..."

I looked at all kinds of knives and guns hanging on the four walls in front of me, and I was a little dumbfounded.

In the empty room, there was nothing but weapons, densely packed on top of people's heads, cold and suffocating.

Too much... even a little outrageous.

When did the control within the country become so relaxed?

Even the director of an orphanage can hide so many weapons.

"You child, why are you still swearing?" Min Zhaohong stood behind me with his hands behind his back, his face serious, "Changing it soon."

"Ah?" I was thinking about something, and I was reprimanded off guard, and I really didn't react.

"Is it hard to hear?" Min Zhaohong suddenly lowered his voice, overwhelming me by [-]%.

"Okay... change..." I replied dryly, but my eyes were still glued to the wall.

"Come in with me first, there is still a room inside." Min Zhaohong walked to the corner of one of the walls, stretched out his hand and opened a black blade dagger, leading out a secret door.

Is there any more? !

I followed a few steps forward, grabbing the door frame with my backhand as I entered to keep it from closing.

After all.

I haven't seen this person through yet, so I can't believe it easily.

"Brother Min," I stood by the door and stopped him suddenly, "Do you know how that big scar on Bu Fan's wrist came about? I don't think it's a birthmark, it looks like a burn."

Min Zhaohong's originally raised leg fell back again.

He turned and looked at me without saying anything.

I was looking straight at him too.

Ten seconds later.

I couldn't help but take a half step back.

"You're doubting me." He suddenly smiled and broke the condensed pressure in the air.

call.

I looked down at the ground and let out a breath of relief through my teeth.

What's the matter with this man? !

Why is his gaze so overwhelming that I dare not move?

This feeling is like...

"Bu Fan has no scars on his hands at all, at least not before I left, let alone birthmarks."

While talking, Min Zhaohong walked into the narrow room, squatted down and took out three incense candles from the cabinet.

"Come here," he greeted, "bye bye."

"What are you praying for?!" I stared at the desk in front of him for a while, and then frowned fiercely.

It is a table of tablets.

...Whose tablet?

I suddenly thought of something, and I didn't care about continuing to be on guard, so I walked over quickly.

"I never thought of going out after I entered the country wall," Min Zhaohong lit the joss stick and handed it to me, "But after I die, no one will pay homage to them, so I brought all their photos. "

I just discovered that there are still many small wooden boards piled up in the house.

"Those are unfinished." Min Zhaohong picked up one of the tablets, wiped it carefully, and put it in front of me, "They are all my brothers. When the first wave of corpses erupted, they were on the front line to protect... …while their families were left outside the country’s borders.”

I could hear the forbearance in his tone.

"Who can fight for them? Who can? They died in the line of duty. In the end, they can't even protect their families. Who can help them say something fair?"

I stared blankly at the man in the photo, as if seeing a grown-up Bu Fan.

"Bu Fan's father also left at that time." Min Zhaohong shook his shoulders, "My godson is promising, and he will repay his kindness. Now I go down to reunite with his father, and I have nothing to worry about."

He looked at me like he was looking at the sharpest weapon: "It's time to fight back."

chapped.

The fire wick on the incense candle fell down a bit, bringing out a curl of green smoke, like a beacon of war.

In this silent declaration of war, I finally understood.

The so-called peaceful coexistence is always based on war.

For thousands of years, people's conflicts have never stopped.

They advance and survive amidst contention and killing.

just now.

If the people in the country wall claim to be "good".

Then I will do "evil".

I will lead the resistance of all people outside the country.

And this matter must be done by me.

Because I am a heinous intelligent corpse, a ruthless villain, a monster who does not need to be forgiven.

I stuck the incense candle in the ashes, took a step back, bowed deeply, then got up, and told them word by word: "Justice, I will pay for it, life debt, I will pay it, blood revenge, I will avenge it!"

……

A month later.

Five in the morning.

The sky in mid-August is already more than half bright.

Min Zhaohong drove back from the market in his small tricycle.

I was wearing green floral clothes, holding two little dolls and standing at the door waiting for him.

"Shufen!" Min Zhaohong stepped on the small tricycle and waved to me enthusiastically.

I twirled the broken hair by my ears back, showing a flawless smile, and responded softly: "Hey!"

But, no one ever knew.

How many grass mud horses have run through my heart.

I just can't figure it out?

After finally being able to change her identity and face, why is she still a woman?

sometimes.

I think Min Zhaohong is playing tricks on me.

slap.

There was a blue mark on the worn-out tricycle.

Min Zhaohong jumped out of the car with two sacks.

"Hey! Uncle Min is going to the market again?" The elder sister of the neighbor passed by with a bowl of corn buns in her hand, so I grabbed one.

"Hey! I went to buy some delicious food," Min Zhaohong smiled honestly, "Shufen is leaving now, I'll make a few dishes for him to practice."

"Ah?" The elder sister of the neighbor turned her head to look at me with contempt on her face, "You've only been here for a few days and you're leaving? If you can't endure hardships, don't come to Guangxiang District!"

She slapped the bun off my hand, turned around angrily and left.

"Why are you still standing there? Go in." Min Zhaohong picked up two cloth bags and stepped on the buns.

"Then, what?" I pulled the child and turned around to follow, feeling a little puzzled, "Sister Qin, why is she so angry?"

"It's normal." Min Zhaohong put down his pockets, called the two children out, and led them to the door. "The residents in Guangxiang District are almost all peasant households, poor and chaotic. Over the past few years, more and more people came in, and less came in. Of course they are very rare that you can come to work in the orphanage, otherwise can they give you snacks every day? In the end, they gave you all, and you have to leave again? "

"Is that so..."

I looked at the figure of Min Zhaohong with his back to me, and silently took out the knife from his left arm.

"Don't move!" Min Zhaohong suddenly shouted.

My mind went numb for a moment.

When I came back to my senses, it was already too late!

He grabbed my wrist with one hand and pulled it forward fiercely!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lift his right leg, and I hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but I didn't expect him to put his leg down again!

The hand clasping my wrist grasped it tightly, and directly carried me around half a circle!

And I lost my center of gravity because of the sideways movement just now, and fell directly to the wall with a bang.

"You lost again." Min Zhaohong let go, with dissatisfaction in his words.

I looked down at my feet and fell silent unwillingly.

"What?" Min Zhaohong was even more dissatisfied, "I don't even have any blood now?"

Only then did I use my words and replied to him: "If you hadn't suppressed me with coercion just now, I would have won."

"just you?"

Min Zhaohong smiled disdainfully, bent down and opened the cloth bag on the ground.

One person and one corpse rolled out one after another.

"Got it?!" I hurriedly put on my dislocated left shoulder, and stepped over in two steps, "How many zombies do I have to win to have a stronger pressure than you?"

"Not many," Min Zhaohong looked at the tall and strong zombie on the ground, cut off his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on him, "There are only four or five hundred of them."

This is not too much to call! ?

Are you dementia?

"Ah-"

Blood flowed into the mouth, and the originally sluggish zombie immediately trembled, and some limbs stood up stiffly.

"If you win this time, I will help you change back to your male identity."

Min Zhaohong grabbed another person and went straight into the weapons room.

I looked up at the zombie who was a head taller than me, and before I could blink, his stinky mouth had already bit down!

"Ow—"

He put his hands on my shoulders, pinching my bones.

I suddenly turned my head to the right, and while avoiding him, I released the strength on my left shoulder!

The zombie was led to the left by me.

I immediately stretched out my leg, hooked his left foot, which was maintaining the center of gravity, and pulled it forward!

Take care.

He should fall backwards at this time.

But the bad thing is that my strength is too weak. Once I deal with this kind of tall zombie, it's hard to even push!

"Ow!!!"

The zombie took a side step to the left, stabilized his figure, and let out an angry howl at me!

What a fart!

Do you have no temper when I am an old man?

"Ow!!"

I yelled back rudely.

The zombie was completely enraged, stretched out his hands and waved at me, trying to hug me.

Can't hug!

The strength of this thing is so great, if you are hugged, don't try to break free!

Immediately I stepped back and ran!

"Ow?"

The zombie tilted its head, but did not chase after it.

He seemed to think that I had surrendered, so he walked to the door of the weapons room step by step.

He moved his nose and smelled the smell of Min Zhaohong's meat, and then began to hammer the door with his head!

fuck!

If the old man knew that I didn't put up a frontal fight, I might not be able to change this women's outfit!

"Ow!" I quickly called out to him!

Unexpectedly, that zombie already looked down on me.

He turned his head towards me, and then there was no more, and the one who should hammer the door continued to hammer.

"Finished?" Min Zhaohong asked from inside.

I felt a chill down my spine.

"Not... not yet, soon!" I hurried over and kicked the zombie's ass.

"..."

He turned his neck and turned his head back with a click, his eyes were scarlet.

have to.

Disturb him foraging.

"Uh...you should be more serious," I closed my eyes, opened them blood-red, and smiled warmly, "After all, time is running out."

"Ow!"

The zombie grabbed the top of my head with one hand and lifted it up vigorously.

I let him carry it, and suddenly raised my drooping hands, and grabbed his forearm: "You are so fierce, if I can use a knife, I will finish you in two seconds."

But it just can't.

If you want to tame the same kind, you can only beat him to your heart's content.

"Giggle."

The zombies grind their teeth and almost crush my skull.

I tightened my fingers, ready to resist.

The knock on the door rang at this moment!

Boom, boom.

The room was dead silent.

The person outside the door waited, and said a little strangely: "I just heard the sound... Is there anyone inside! Recycle the sewage!"

Fuck!

Why are you here today?

Since the sewers were completely blocked, people's domestic sewage has become regular recycling.

Every week someone drives a sewage truck over.

But today is not Saturday yet.

"Hello? Is there no one?" Another call came from outside the door.

At this time.

The zombie in front of me suddenly became excited.

He was attracted by the weak human breath, far more attractive than Min Zhaohong.

"Ow!"

He pinched my head and threw it back!

Step up and run to the door.

But after taking two steps, he stopped again.

"What's that sound?" The man outside the door began to doubt. He knocked on the door repeatedly, as if he was about to break in if I didn't open it. "Are you okay! Is there anyone?!"

Gee.

What a fucking hassle.

"What?"

The zombie raised its arm suspiciously, then looked back, but didn't find me.

"Is it fun?"

I pinched his chin lightly with one hand and wrapped his head around his head with the other, whispering in his ear.

He shivered.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Started shaking violently, trying to shake me off.

"do not move--"

I let out a low growl from my chest, with [-]% warning.

He hesitated.

Not moving.

I put one foot on his lower back, with one foot hanging down, and the fingers pinching his chin were like the mouth of a crocodile biting its prey, refusing to let go.

"My head was almost blown by you," I half-closed my eyes when I heard the more rapid knock on the door, "but compared with Zhao Siyang, your strength is as strong as a three-year-old child."

I stretched my bent right leg backwards, turned my body backwards, and twisted his neck with force!

click.

A crisp sound.

"Ho ho..."

The zombie's head hung down to its chest, whining incessantly.

I let go and jumped to the ground, knocked on the door of the weapons room, and threw him in.

Min Zhaohong didn't even look at him, he just closed the door and walked out with me.

Outside.

A young man wearing a peaked cap and yellow overalls was a little taken aback: "Why didn't you open the door just now?"

Min Zhaohong smiled embarrassedly: "It's a bit inconvenient."

"What's not...fang...just..." He looked at my crooked clothes and suddenly stopped talking.

I moved my eyebrows.

A vein jumped out of the forehead.

"Ah, me, the sewage collector," he pressed his hat uncomfortably, "please open the floor lock of the sewage pool."

"Okay, okay," Min Zhaohong took out the key and led him to the back of the house, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, but next time you don't lock it at all, I think other houses are open."

"That can't be done. Other families don't have as many children as mine."

"Too."

I saw them walking away, so I turned around and went back to the house, and went to the weapons room.

"Hey..." When the zombie saw me, it started screaming again and again.

I skipped him directly and glanced at the man on the ground.

He is still in a coma.

I touched my own neck, worked my way up from my ears, and began to create fake skin to match his face.

When Min Zhaohong came back, I had already completed most of the work.

"You're quite self-conscious." He walked to the small table and continued to make iron pieces, "This man is a boxer in the black market. He is usually withdrawn and doesn't interact with others, but he won't go missing and no one will find him. "

What do you mean?

I stopped what I was doing and looked at Min Zhaohong: "You want me to go out? But your skills... I still have a lot to learn."

"That's enough. With your current means, it's enough to go out and deal with those ordinary people." Min Zhaohong picked up the iron plate and looked at it. "I haven't told you yet, this person is not an ordinary boxer."

"kindness?"

"His boxing opponent is a zombie."

"Huh? Zombies can still box?"

Min Zhaohong handed the iron sheet to me, and patted my shoulder: "You will know when you go, and you don't have to come back in a short time. By the way, when I passed by the zoo yesterday, I stopped in to help you bury your eagle. gone."

"what!?"

I immediately closed my eyes, but found that I couldn't control the cat's head anymore.

"What did you do? It wasn't something you could move."

"Don't worry, when you become stronger than me one day, it will come back to you by itself."

Seeing my ugly face, Min Zhaohong added: "Anyway, it's just a zombie, so it can be kept fresh after burying it."

I tore off the green floral clothes on my body, picked up the iron piece and walked outside.

"Hey! Pants! Pants!"

this afternoon.

I'm standing at the entrance to the black market in Kwong Heung District

After a while, he tugged at his broken hair and small bangs.

A little baggy jeans will be mentioned later.

Stretch the blood-stained hoodie for a while.

Under the scorching sun.

The only thing that is certain is——

Ai Ming is a veteran of depression and non-mainstream.

"Brother Ming!"

A boy who looked like "I am your little brother" ran towards me.

I knew it was right to be here.

Since "I" is a celebrity here, someone will naturally come to claim it.

"Why did you come back! Let's go! It's about to start!" He grabbed me and ran down the path.

I bounced my two zombie legs, followed him one by one, and looked at the tall buildings on both sides from time to time.

Isn't there only farmers' houses in Guangxiang District?

What is this long street full of feasting and feasting?

"Brother Ming! Come on... What's wrong with your leg?!" The boy was startled.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently: "I'm born with short legs, it's wrong."

"You're kidding me again!" The boy laughed, and led me into an underground bar.

hum.

An iron gong exploded in my ear!

I pressed my ears a little uncomfortable.

in the dark.

People were jostling and jostling each other.

The noise was accompanied by the sound of metal strikes one after another.

The smell of meat mixed with the hot air, which was stronger than the wave, made the corpse dizzy.

I grabbed the boy and made him stop.

"Brother Ming! What's the matter!" The young man put his hands together and put them to his mouth and shouted, "It's your turn to play!"

One moment I was at home eating corn fried diced meat, the next moment you let me play?

Will it be indigestion?

Oh——

The loud noise from the microphone made the scene quiet.

with a snap.

A white spotlight hits the center of the crowd.

I just discovered that there is a ring there.

But now, there was a zombie standing on the ring.

"Everyone!" A mellow and pleasant female voice came out through the speaker above the head, "I'm sorry! Our brother Ming is not here yet!"

"what!"

"Then what a fart!"

The masses stopped working in an instant.

The woman hurriedly explained: "But he will definitely appear today! So before he appears, we have prepared several entertainment programs for everyone!"

As she spoke, another person was released from the ring.

"Don't! Don't!! I only fight with people! I only..." He heard the scream of the zombie behind him, and immediately stopped talking.

Calling for help is useless.

He should know.

So while trembling, he took the snare with the iron spikes on his hand.

"Go up—"

"Hit it! Flip it!"

"Hurry up, bitch!"

Someone threw up the slippers in dissatisfaction!

I stood at the back of the crowd and looked coldly at the man on the ring.

He can't win.

He will die.

Sure enough, at the moment when the zombies rushed over.

He didn't choose to fight back, but turned around and ran away!

"Unlock the lock!" He desperately beat the tempered glass frame covering the ring, "Please! I just want to earn some food money for the child...Ahhhhh!"

A few smears of blood splattered on the glass.

The scene was instantly quiet.

People gathered around the arena, listening to the crunching sounds of the zombies chewing.

"...Fuck me." The boy tugged on my sleeve, turned around and retched.

"What are you doing!"

"I want to watch zombies! It's not corpses eating people!"

"Where is Brother Ming! Where is Brother Ming?!"

"I'm sorry everyone, we'll let the second person go right away..."

"I'm here!" I raised my hand and interrupted the woman.

In an instant.

Everyone looked over, and even the spotlight followed.

I put down my hand, looked at the zombie on the stage, and repeated: "I'm here."

"Brother Ming...it's Brother Ming!!"

"Ouch!"

"Brother Ming! Brother Ming!"

The atmosphere of the audience reached a climax immediately.

I stepped on the white light and walked towards the ring step by step.

Did Min Zhaohong mean this?

Let me come here to practice for free?

The staff opened the glass door for me.

I stood in front of the zombie, but he didn't even look at me from the corner of his eye, he was so hungry.

Slightly.

I gave him a low growl defiantly.

He froze for a moment, raised his head abruptly, and bared his bloody teeth at me.

I took the opportunity to step on his face, dragged the person in his hand away, and put it aside.

"Ah... meal money..." The man was still alive, he grabbed my pants and left a bloody handprint, "My appearance fee... please give it to my daughter... please."

I glanced at the indifferent people in the audience.

There is only excitement and anticipation in their eyes, no sympathy.

Right.

As long as there are many people, the light will naturally be blocked, and darkness will follow the trend.

To fight against darkness, one has to be more vicious than it is.

"Ow!!!"

The zombie sideways avoided my feet, grabbed my calf and wanted to bite!

I half-raised my head, glanced down at him, then leaned over and pressed his forehead firmly, pushing him to the floor at a speed rarely found in zombies.

this month.

There is only one thing that Min Zhaohong taught me.

That is to increase the speed of zombies.

"Ah! Brother Ming! Brother Ming!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

In the midst of cheers.

I stepped on his shoulder with the foot that was caught by him, and whispered to the side of his head with red eyes from an angle that no one else could see: "I'm sorry, I can't let you live today , but in the future, I will allow more compatriots to survive.”

thump—

I lifted the zombie's head and slammed it against the glass wall.

A thick black bloodstain fell into the ring from top to bottom.

I stood behind the black screen frame, looked at the frantically shouting and screaming people below, turned around and left silently.

"Brother Ming!"

The young man chased after him swiftly, "You look so handsome today! And you're so fast!"

I patted him on the back, and wiped off the blood on my hands, "I made money from doing this, you take it to the daughter of that person just now."

"Huh?" The young man's face was full of passion, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

I fuck.

It's no wonder that when he was captured by Min Zhaohong, he had only half his life left, and his feelings were his own.

"No, you go quickly."

"Ow!"

The young man responded, and ran away.

I glanced at his back, and then at the darkening sky.

Why bother?

The people here will die sooner or later in the war I started.

Why should I do these hypocritical things again?