Survival in the end of food

The man didn't get angry when he was scolded, as if it was commonplace, he smiled and continued to look into the distance, his eyes shone with hope.

The distance was empty, and the houses were stacked on top of each other, and he couldn't see clearly, but he definitely didn't mishear the gunshot just now.

There was a low roar downstairs, and the zombie was lying on the wall trying to climb up, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make up his mind, with flesh and blood hanging from his mouth, looking at him with fiery eyes.

The taste of being treated as food was uncomfortable, the man's face turned dark, his expression was full of hatred, he spat down forcefully, "Monster!" He slammed the window shut.

After closing the window, he remembered the movement just now, and his expression became excited again.

"It must be the army, it must be the army! That's great." He couldn't help rubbing his hands together, and took a careful look into the room.

Finally out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Dapeng, what are you doing, come here." Someone shouted inside.

The young man standing in front of the window rubbing his hands stretched his neck, responded quickly, and ran inside.

Walking into the living room, there were several people lying on the floor in disorder, all of them were shirtless and sleeping soundly.

Standing behind the sofa, he called out in a low voice, "Brother Song?"

A man was sitting on the sofa, looking down and fiddling with the things on the table, with a dignified and nervous expression, he said, "Pour a glass of water."

Dapeng nodded vigorously, ran to the plastic bucket by the wall, opened the lid and there was a horse spoon inside, scooped out a glass of water, and threw a crystal nucleus into it.

The color of the water was not clean at first glance, it was turbid, and the taste was sour and astringent.

Brother Song took a sip from the water glass, and said casually: "It's not sure yet. Don't make trouble for me, do you hear? What army, did you see it?"

Dapeng was taken aback by his cold tone, his heart was beating wildly, and he tried his best to keep his natural agreement.

There was an endless stream of gunfire from before, and it was only when the windows were opened that they could be heard clearly.

It was his turn to be on duty today. As soon as he heard these voices, he immediately went to Brother Song to report. He thought he would get a compliment, but now he was scolded fiercely.

He couldn't figure out the pros and cons of it. Wouldn't it be a good thing if the army really came?Everyone is as close as brothers, why are you still hiding it?

But after thinking about it, this is also the reason. What if I heard it wrong, isn't it the rescue team?Wouldn't it be a joy in vain?

Dapeng thought for a while and said, "I'll listen to you, Brother Song. Let's talk about it after the matter is settled."

Brother Song's movements froze, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, and he quickly returned to normal.

The shoe boxes on the table in the living room are all looted gold and silver jewelry, necklaces and rings, and the small Guanyin Jade Buddha, a large box full.

Brother Song picked up a few rings casually, and put them on his fingers one by one. Soon, all ten fingers, including wrists and arms, were covered with things, shining golden.

Dapeng's eyes were weird, and he was terrified. He vaguely felt that Brother Song was not a normal person.

Brother Song looked at his fingers with satisfaction. He always liked to use this method to decompress when things were uncertain.

Glancing at the figure standing beside him, Brother Song tilted his head and said sinisterly, "You don't want your eyeballs anymore?"

Dapeng shook his head violently, and stammered, "It's very, very late, Brother Song, you go to bed early, I will continue to watch the night."

After finishing speaking, before he could answer, he scrambled and ran away.

When he ran to the stairs, he touched his chest and let out a sigh of relief, his face full of survivors.

This person surnamed Song took more than a dozen of them under Mixia, he is not a simple person, his temper is very gloomy and eccentric, please don't offend him.

He looked back and thought about it, his speech and diction were quite decent, and he didn't say anything that shouldn't be said.

They also maintain the good habit of staying out at night and going out during the day.

When I woke up the next morning, while it was still cool, all the sleeping men woke up in sevens and eighties.

There are basically no women in the team, and the elders live together, and their lives are not particular.After getting up, he didn't brush his teeth or wash his face, and sat on the dining table with Da La La.

According to the rules, whoever watches the night cooks, Dapeng brings out hot steamed buns from the kitchen, puts them on the table first, and then brings out the rice cooker.

More people eat more, and rice and millet are too much to eat. More than a dozen people put half a spoonful of rice into it every time they cook.The boiled things are sparse, and the bottom of the bowl can be seen transparently.

The main food is steamed buns. It is really difficult to eat some fresh vegetables now. They can't remember how long they haven't eaten vegetables.

Morning is the best meal. There are so many of them, food consumption is huge, and they have to fight for the next meal almost every day.After dinner, I have to go out to collect food, and beat zombies along the way.

The dishes in the morning are relatively rich, a large plate full of pickles.

This is shredded white radish, marinated with soy sauce and salt.Because I was afraid of eating too much, there would be no more after eating. When I moved out of that pickle shop, I added a few spoonfuls of salt to it.

Eat salty, eat slowly.

The five big and three thick men couldn't eat enough, so each of them took a steamed bun, broke it from the middle, and put a few pickles in it.

"Hey, I've lived a small life. I don't dare to think about anything else. I can touch women and eat meat in this life. I'm willing to die now!"

They sat on the small bench aggrievedly, shaking their heads while eating.

"Hey, you don't dare to think about it? There are already women to eat, so what else can you think about?" The person next to Shuanzi smiled obscenely, "You want a woman? You deserve it, who told you that you didn't marry? What about the daughter-in-law, oh, Shuanzi, have you ever prescribed meat?"

Shuanzi's face was flushed, and he scolded with a black face: "Fucking me, I opened it when I was 15. I was still studying at that time, and I was the class flower of our class. Hey, he looks so beautiful."

"Just blow it."

"Blushing or not, you, you are still 15 years old, and you are still a class flower, and you don't have a word of the truth!"

This time everyone booed, which made him blush even more.

"It's still a baby at first glance."

Noisily eat dinner, don't wash the bowl, just put the fork up and cover it with a cloth, and you can use it when you come back at noon.

The group has long been used to it.It's not realistic for a group of rough men like them to wash the dishes every day.The only thing that makes me feel comforted is that every meal is clear soup with little water, which is no different from water.

"Aren't you doing the dishes today?" One person stood up and asked.

The person called Shuanzi reached into his crotch and scratched it, and said casually, "You brush?"

In a word, no one mentioned washing the dishes.

Day after day of high temperature, the sky is very hot, the whole world is like a huge oven.However, no matter how hard life is, you have to live. A few people dare not wear too thin. The high temperature of nearly [-] degrees can easily burn the skin. Bare arms and legs will not feel cool, but will only make them hotter.

Several people were wearing long-sleeved trousers, and each of them took a towel, which was completely soaked in water, and put it on their necks.

Finally picked up the stool legs, even if armed, ready to go at any time.

"Where's Brother Song?" Standing at the door, one person looked upstairs.

Shuanzi said strangely: "It seems that I haven't seen it since morning, oh, you, you, you." He called someone casually, "Go upstairs and see if Brother Song is there."

The man was obedient and small, and when he heard the order, he quickly went upstairs.

Standing at the door and waiting for people to come, more than a dozen people sat on the ground on the first floor and took the time to rest. Before Brother Song came down, Shuan Zi broke a piece of wood from the broken stool leg, revealing his black and yellow teeth for picking.

"Yesterday I had a dream, as if I dreamed of the sound of someone firing a cannon. Oops, it rang for a long time. At that time, I thought, during the Chinese New Year in my hometown, I followed my younger brother and sister, each with a stick of incense, playing with a cannon, and woke up. Hehe, I thought it was just a dream." Shuanzi sighed sadly.

It's just that he hadn't finished breathing yet, and someone next to him said, "Wait a minute, did you hear the cannons go off? Fuck, I dreamed about it too."

Shuanzi smiled and said, "It means we have a good understanding."

"No." The other person said solemnly: "No, fuck, I heard it too. At that time, I was so tired that I thought I was dreaming."

This was the third person to prove that they heard the sound of the cannon, and then nearly half of the people nodded, expressing that they had also vaguely heard it.

"Ah..." Shuanzi said blankly, "Then it's not a dream?"

"Dream your paralyzed dream, brothers, have a dream, hell?"

Dapeng saw that they were tongue-tied and the gatekeeper didn't catch his tongue, so he said triumphantly: "Turtle! You know how to fire cannons, but you don't know much at first glance."

Shuanzi just remembered that he was the one who kept watch yesterday, and several men surrounded him, urging him, "What kind of Guanzi are you selling? What's going on? Are we really dreaming?"

Shuanzi thought of Brother Song's warning, wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it, looked upstairs timidly, and said in a low voice: "You don't know, this is a good thing... besides us alive, there are other people Woolen cloth!"

Shuanzi was stunned, grabbed his collar suddenly, and said sharply: "This is not a joke, are you serious?"

Dapeng pulled out his collar and said in dissatisfaction, "Why am I lying to you? Also, I guess the background is not small. What did you hear was the sound of cannons? I heard it clearly from the window, and the sound followed. One sound, obviously..."

Just as the word "gunshot" was about to pop out, he worriedly wanted to look around again, lest Brother Song should see it.

As a result, when he turned his head, he saw Brother Song standing behind him.

Dapeng stayed for a few seconds, and his face turned pale on the spot. Brother Song took the little man who went upstairs to call him, and was looking at him sullenly!

Dapeng bowed his head and said, "Song, Brother Song..."

He didn't dare to look up at him. Brother Song's eyes were like a cobra spewing out snake letters, staring at him firmly with malicious intentions, without hiding the malice in his eyes.

Brother Song gave him a hard look, Dapeng became even more frightened, and looked down at his toes.

"Let's go."

After speaking, Song Ge took the lead to go forward.

Dapeng looked at Song Ge's back in surprise, with an unbelievable look, so forget it?

As soon as Brother Song left, Shuanzi came over again, unable to hold back his curiosity and excitement, and said, "What kind of eyes is that on Brother Song? It scared me. You said it wasn't the sound of cannons, but what was it?"

Dapeng looked at Brother Song's back in horror, the feeling of being hooked by the snake just now was still vivid in his memory, he didn't dare to say anything, and casually said: "No, it's just a dream, I'm teasing you."