Survival in the end of food

It's really hard to survive in winter.

In summer, you can also reduce the amount of activity and reduce the chance of heat stroke by reducing going out, drinking more water, and taking it in a cool place.

But in winter, this trick won't work.

Winter is much more sad than summer, like a slow fire, the colder the more you stay, the more you can only move around, but your hands and feet are still numb.During the day can still cope, with a large husband two, and at night and day, the temperature difference is at least misread, so it is even more uncomfortable.The firewood burning in the house was extinguished in the middle of the night. In the second half of the night, the quilt was wrapped tightly enough, and the cool wind came from nowhere, and burrowed into the bones.

From midsummer to severe winter, there is almost no time for excess and adaptation.

Since the beginning of winter, my feet have always been cold, and the cold air is drilled from the soles of my feet to my heart. Even when I fall asleep, I feel uncomfortable unconsciously.

Song Wenwu put his hands in his sleeves, clattering around him, the ax cracked the wooden boards into one by one, the thickness of the wrist.

He had never realized how terrible the cold could be.

For more than four months, it seemed to be isolated from the world.I haven't seen any new survivors, and the people in my hand, after the death of Dapeng, the remaining 18 people, because of various accidents, now only 14 people are left.

With nothing to do, Song Wenwu could only take the rest of the dozen or so people and migrate around like rabbits, looking for a safe haven that can shelter from the cold.

But the effect is often very low. After moving to several places, I found that no matter where I am, it is the same, and there is no difference in coldness.

Now every time I go to a house, I used to look for something to eat first, but now I look for furniture such as wooden tables, wooden stools and wooden beds.Chop it into firewood and take it home to keep warm.

Although the sun was out, the air was always cold and humid, and the firewood was thick and large, making it difficult to light it.The precious gasoline that had been saved had to be used on it, and a few drops of gasoline were poured on the twigs of the firewood to light it.

Because I often change my residence, I can only meet the team with only a few people occasionally.

Song Wenwu's thoughts slowly drifted far away.

When they met for the first time, after being ashamed and annoyed, he believed that he had a large number of people, and he thought about eating this team to strengthen his own power.Unexpectedly, they were more than enough, not only did they not become a fat man, but they almost lost two of their own teeth.

That group of people is tricky and difficult to deal with. A few men, especially tall, thin and straight men,

Relying on his own power-type ability, he, together with the two ability users around him, attacked forward at the same time, intending to give him a blow.

The man pulled back the young man beside him, and came forward with his bare hands.

Although he is a supernatural person, he is full of brute force, and his movements are vigorous.

And the man's movements looked ordinary, but after he thought about it carefully afterwards, he realized that there were rules and regulations, and the moves were deadly.The technique and strength are just right, the speed is as fast as a ghost, and the strength is comparable to him, and he is especially good at finding acupuncture points, where to hit, and can remove their mobility in the shortest time.

Song Wenwu knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, and since then the two sides have never violated each other.

Later, he saw those people again from a distance.

They seem to be exceptionally lucky to have a regular vehicle, which is fine, but enviably, they obviously have plenty of petrol.

Once he even saw a very big car, maybe it was an illusion, the monster car covered with iron sheet, the protection ability was extremely strong, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Six adults brought a woman and a child with them. Song Wenwu thought that their life would be very difficult.But after such a long time, why haven't I seen them die, and they seem to be doing well.

Song Wenwu recalled all the times he saw them, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, which made people feel jealous.

At this time, a solid man stood up and said out of breath, "Brother Song, it's done."

Song Wenwu came back to his senses, and looked down at the chopped firewood.The color of the firewood is dark, which is the trace of damp on the board.

A look of sternness and greed flashed in Song Wenwu's eyes, he lowered his eyes to cover it up, and said, "Tie it up and move it back."

Sometimes the temperature is really strange, the weather is obviously not hot, but the shoes often sweat.Socks and insoles are soaked in sweat, sometimes slippery when walking, and the damp feet are very uncomfortable. Once I wait until I calm down, I don’t take off the shoes in time, and stand dry, the sweat in the shoes dries quickly. Chilblains on the feet.

There are only a few zombies in the nearby streets. Nowadays, as long as the zombies are not close, they rarely provoke the zombies unless necessary.

All the wood products are split into firewood, and they are carried on the street.

The wind was so cold that it hurt people's faces.

Their faces were pale, but their ears were red. Because there were not enough ropes, most of them held the firewood directly in their arms.

There are no gloves, and the cotton clothes do not fit well.

The clothes are all pulled from the zombie's house, some are too big, some are too small, and the sleeves are shorter than the long ones.

The back of the hand is like the land in the era of severe drought, cracked one after another, and the frozen flesh and blood can be seen inside.

After walking not far, they came to a store selling clothes, and a few people opened the door and went in.

A stove was burning inside, and a pile of briquettes was stacked in the corner.

The conditions of people in the county town are generally better than those in the village, and a few people have heating.Most of the other people only burn coal in winter, and basically use gas in summer.

The apocalypse broke out at the wrong time. In summer, people use gas for cooking, which is simple and clean.Few people still store briquettes in summer, so as not to be ruined by mice grinding their teeth.

They now have more than 500 briquettes, which are usually used sparingly.

Wait for the person carrying firewood outside to come in, and close the door as quickly as possible to prevent the small amount of heat in the house from escaping again.

More than ten people gathered around a small stove.Take off the socks from the shoe box, and put it next to the stove to bake.

Shuanzi kneaded his feet and was stunned for a long time. He was cold and hungry, and suddenly burst into tears.

Song Wenwu looked at Shuanzi sobbing indifferently, and kicked him irritably, Shuanzi fell back, covering his face with the stinky insoles he grabbed.

"Are you still a man? Crying that you are paralyzed, is it shameful?"

Shuanzi was sitting cross-legged. He had chilblains all over his hands and feet. Now that he encountered the heat, the skin that was stiff and cold on the outside softened and began to ooze pus.

The food and supplies are too simple, not even a roll of toilet paper.

Shuanzi looked at his blood-stained hands, and said in a crying voice: "Brother Song, I really have never suffered this, my hands and feet are all rotten! Look, it really hurts. It's not that I am a coward, but I I can't stand it..."

Song Wenwu looked at him coldly.

Shuanzi cried for a while, then sobbed and said, "Brother Song, can you see if this works? Zheng Yan and the others have cotton jackets and trousers. Let's go with..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wenwu suddenly jumped up, grabbed his neck and shook him vigorously.The iron sheet of the coal stove was very hot, Song Wenwu fixed the head of the bolt, and hit it against the furnace wall!

Embolus wailed, and his skin creaked when it touched the hot stove.

Shuanzi yelled in pain, and Song Wenwu didn't throw him to the ground until his forehead was bleeding.

Shuan Zi's bloody hands clasped his forehead weakly, gasping softly.

The skin on his forehead had been scalded, and the skin was wrinkled and tangled together, exposing the flesh and blood that had been scalded gray and black.

The monkey couldn't bear it, and whispered, "Brother Shuanzi." But he didn't dare to react to Song Wenwu's fury, and just bowed his head and wept.

Tieta gave Song Wenwu a cold look in his eyes, and quickly lowered his head before he realized it.

Song Wenwu clapped his hands in disgust, and said casually, "Don't mention that Zheng to me again."

His eyes were indifferent, and he said word by word: "Everyone is a brother, we have the same blessings and share the same difficulties. You guys, even if you die, you will die under my nose, Song Wenwu, and want to go to someone else? Okay, no problem." , who wants to go?"

The people below did not dare to speak out loudly.

Song Wenwu smiled and said, "I'll have someone carry the body, and I'll guarantee that it will be delivered to the door of Zheng's house."

Shuanzi inhaled hissingly, his ears buzzing.

After more than ten minutes, Song Wenwu snorted and sat by the stove.Seeing that his expression softened slightly, Iron Tower broke the silence and dragged the delirious Hoop to the corner.

"I'm going to die..." Shuanzi clutched his head.

In addition to the scalded area on the head where the flesh was directly scalded, the less serious skin around it also had blisters.

The iron tower said in a low voice: "You bear with it."

Shuanzi's tears flowed all over his face.

No clean water to rinse, no medicine, no gauze dressing, nothing.

The monkey whispered: "Brother Shuanzi, will you die?"

Tieta shook his head, he shouldn't be so deadly, but without medicine, without disinfection and bandages, and it's so cold, it might be difficult to recover on his own.

The monkey rolled his eyes, mustered up great courage, and said, "Can I ask Brother Hu Fei for some medicine?"

His voice was so subdued that the iron tower couldn't hear him clearly for a while, so he looked sideways at him and asked after a while, "What?"

The monkey wrung its fingers and said in a soft voice: "Uncle Zheng and the others are actually very nice people. I don't know why Brother Song hates them so much. Do you know Hu Fei, the kid among them who even gave ham to me?" I'm eating."

The monkey scratched its ears, took a peek at the iron tower, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was very greedy at the time, and I ate it in two bites. I wanted to save some for you, but I was too hungry. Brother Yong, don't blame me." OK."

Tieta didn't care about Ham's problem at all, pressed his shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "Have you had contact with them in private?"

Monkey quickly clarified: "They came to look for me."

The iron tower looked around vigilantly, Song Wenwu put his feet on the stove, closed his eyes and rested.

The iron tower reprimanded: "This is not a trivial matter. If Song Wenwu finds out, do you want your life?"

Song Wenwu's rejection of those people was obvious to all. Shuanzi was labeled as such a virtue when he mentioned it. If he knew that the monkey had contacts with those people, he would never let him go lightly. Death would be considered light!