Apocalypse villain

Lin An left Huo Cheng's house, turned around and was about to open his own door, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the iron fence door at the entrance of the corridor was unlocked, with a small gap open.

As soon as Qian Jun and the others followed the army, they didn't even lock the door!

He frowned suspiciously, walked over quickly and looked down, and saw a long wet mark on the ground, light red mixed with some yellow-white turbid viscous liquid, winding on the concrete floor was not very clear.

Lin An immediately locked the door of the corridor, knelt down and sniffed lightly with his nose, a faint rancid smell immediately spread to his nose.

It's the smell of zombies!

Lin An's brows immediately frowned even tighter. This smell is weaker than that of a first-level zombie, and it also has some bloody smell in it. It is a second-level zombie!

He immediately raised his head, followed the wet marks and stared at the upward stairs for a while, maybe it was a little far away, and he didn't hear any special movement--this made it a little different, the joints of the second-level zombies were flexible , with sharp claws and extremely hard bones, they have always been more active than first-level zombies, and they are also more likely to be hungry.

After entering the corridor, it is impossible for there to be no movement at all, let alone let him and Huo Cheng run upstairs instead of eating - as far as he knows, the rest of the houses upstairs either followed the army Go, or drive away by yourself, there will be no one after dinner!

As long as it doesn't come here to cause trouble, whatever it is!

Lin Ansong frowned and stood up and went home. He and Huo Cheng will leave tomorrow, so why bother.

Back home, Lin An walked around his house twice, took his backpack and simply packed some belongings.

He had received the useful things in the space a long time ago, gathered some small items left by his aunt, packed them into a bag, and put them in the space. Except for large pieces of furniture and electrical appliances, this old house is almost empty.

Usually, I don't think that once Lin An really wants to leave, Lin An will feel melancholy. He will never come back to the place where he has lived for half his life.

He also suddenly understood why married girls cry a lot before leaving the house. No matter how close they are, they can see their parents every day. Go to sleep again every day.

Although this metaphor is a bit useless, but before going out, Lin An, a man, had red eyes like a married girl, sniffed, closed the door and went out without looking back.

This is his home since childhood.

Huo Cheng has been sitting in the living room without moving since Lin An left.As soon as the person left, his expression became active in private, the corners of his mouth were raised and he couldn't put it down, holding the water glass he had drunk, he leaned over to take a sip himself.

Pursing his lips, it's very sweet.

There was a sound of closing the door next door, and the man stood up from the sofa in a jerk, walked silently to the entrance of the living room and waited, and when there was a third knock on the door, he immediately opened the door.

The young man outside the door was carrying a big backpack on his back and a handbag in his hand, standing there with wide eyes and innocent expression, like a little squirrel moving house.

Mr. Huo was immediately delighted by his brain, and turned sideways to give way: "Come in."

"Thank you." Lin An said with a smile.

No thanks, I'm glad you came over.Huo Cheng shook his head in his heart, his eyes were soft, and he led Lin An into the second bedroom.

"You sleep in this room first, it's getting late, there is water in the bathroom bucket, go wash your face."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Huo Cheng's attitude seems to be more gentle tonight, and he talks more obviously.

It's a good thing for a partner who has just reached a cooperation to have a good attitude towards himself. Lin An dug out the toiletries from his backpack and said to Huo Cheng with a smile:

"Then I'll wash my face first."

Because it used to be the family building of the miners, the architectural layout of the Liyutang Community is all the same, with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom. A bucket of clean water.

The toilet was also flushed cleanly, unlike Lin An's imagined ordinary survivors who didn't flush the toilet when the water stopped. They closed the bathroom door to make do, and had to pinch their noses every time they went to the toilet.

He was ready to pinch his nose.

After happily washing his face and brushing his teeth, Lin An just left the bathroom with a towel on, when he happened to meet Huo Cheng coming out of the kitchen with a cup of hot milk in his hand.

"Give."

When the milk cup was handed to him, Lin An's eyes widened in surprise, and he took it in his hand and said embarrassedly: "For me? Thank you, thank you."

"No thanks." Huo Cheng handed over the milk, and raised his hand to touch Lin An's head. Under the gaze of the other party's strange eyes, his palm paused and landed on Lin An's shoulder, "Drink and go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, he held the palm uncomfortably, turned and went back to the bedroom.

"Well, thank you." Lin An held the warm milk cup, watched the man enter the room, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Huo Cheng really found the right person.

He really didn't expect the other party to be so nice, and now that supplies are so scarce, not only did he not care about letting him use water, but he also heated a glass of milk for him. Water, milk, and fuel are all rare things.

Huocheng people are so kind and generous!

Milk really has the effect of sleeping. Putting the empty cup on the bedside, smacking the sweetness in his mouth, Lin An soon fell asleep.

However, at midnight, Xu Shi was in an unfamiliar environment, and the person on the bed began to toss and turn, frowning, sweating profusely, and sleeping extremely unsteadily.

In his sleep, Lin An only felt hot all over his body, as if being roasted on a stove, the quilt on his body was wet and sticky to his skin, and he didn't get it off after kicking it a few times. He wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up , very uncomfortable.

In one night, he did not know how many dreams he had, all of which were unpleasant things from the past.

When I was young, I saw my father picking up another son from school at the school gate. The father and son were affectionate, but he was an outsider and could only stand aside and watch...

When my aunt died, the bleak black-and-white photos at the funeral, the colorful wreaths standing there, looked extraordinarily weird, and the people around whispered, most of them were talking about the old man’s life savings being cheaper. He is not a serious grandson.. ....The choking smell of burning paper hovered in the air, making him cough again and again...

In the distorted dream, there is Lin Fugui's honest face, the flash of greed in the bulging eyes, and the appearance of rubbing his hands thinking about the house, which makes Lin An extremely disgusted, and he can't help but feel angry in his heart, and the resentment is mixed in the dream. curse out:

"Get off, old bastard...you're not my dad... get off, you all get off..." The intermittent babbling brought a lot of suppressed sadness.

The normally indifferent and selfish young man lost his former toughness in his dreams, but he was just a child who had been hurt by his relatives since he could remember.

Lin An is indeed still young, only in his 20s, and his expression of talking in his sleep is bitter and hard, which makes people feel distressed.

Not suffering, who would like to live like a hedgehog.

The flush of the high fever was reflected on the pale cheeks, the handsome face wrinkled uncomfortably, the dry and peeling mouth opened and closed, and muttered curses in a low voice, the words were vague, and one had to get closer and listen slowly to make out what he was cursing. .

Scolding the neighbors who bullied him when he was young, scolding the teachers who looked down on him at school, scolding the classmates who talked behind his back, scolding his father who is an asshole, muttering a few words, and then began to moan uncomfortably, looking so cute and pitiful.