Little zombie with a bottle in its mouth

Tang Rui ate half a ham sausage, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

Then I checked how much food was left in the backpack. There were only a few packs of soda crackers, two canned fruits, a stick of ham sausage, a handful of Browning M1910s and ten bullets.

Tang Rui was a veteran before, and later became a bodyguard. He even worked as a security guard. It is no problem to survive in this doomsday, but now he can't get his legs out.

If there is really no other way, I can only temporarily stop drinking water to make the blood sticky, and then amputate the leg. If the blood is sticky, the blood loss will not be too much, and the life can still be saved.

While Tang Rui waited for the blood to become viscous, he kept lying like that under the reinforced concrete.

The little zombie who was staring at him has been wandering there all the time. The little zombie only wore a pair of socks on his feet. When walking back and forth, he accidentally stepped on a nail, and the black blood immediately soaked the ground.

The little zombie didn't feel any pain, and walked back and forth on the nail, stepping on it countless times.

Tang Rui felt pain. He felt pain even looking at it, so he called the little zombie.

Seeing that he wanted to go there by himself, the little zombie thought that this human being had figured it out and decided to have him dinner?

The little zombie cautiously walked over in small steps. Tang Rui asked him to sit on the ground and stretched out his feet.

The little zombie tilted his head and looked at him, his gray eyes were very confused.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Tang Rui forcibly pulled him down and made him sit on the concrete slab.

The little zombie saw that he suddenly moved his hands, thinking that this human being was going to hit him, so he quickly broke free and ran away. This time he really ran away and disappeared into this basement.

The calm in the basement was restored, only the sound of Tang Rui's breathing could be heard. After watching the little zombie run away, he never came back again, and Tang Rui fell down with some exhaustion.

After being trapped for a few days, a non-aggressive, timid and funny little zombie who could understand his words finally came, and he just ran away.

Tang Rui felt that since he didn't know whether he was going to die or live this time, he might as well relieve his boredom before dying, so he cut a small cut on his arm with a knife, because he hadn't drank water for several days, and his blood was a little thick, but this was the last Can attract zombies.

Sure enough, not long after, the little zombie came back smelling the smell of blood. The small water bottle hanging on his chest flickered towards this side, and the running posture was inexplicably funny and cute.

Tang Rui endured the loneliness for a few days. Looking at a little zombie, he was reluctant to let it go. He said hoarsely to the little zombie: "Don't go, talk to me."

The little zombie only had his blood in his eyes, but he was afraid that Tang Rui would beat him, so he didn't come forward for a long time.

Tang Rui was also afraid that the little zombie would bite him when it sucked blood, and he didn't want to be corpse yet.

At this time, Tang Rui focused his gaze on the small water bottle hanging on the little zombie. To be precise, it was a feeding bottle with red liquid in it. Upon closer inspection, it was not blood, but some kind of pigmented drink .

"Give me the bottle hanging around your neck."

The little zombie took off the small feeding bottle around his neck and gave it to him. Tang Rui unscrewed the cap and smelled the liquid inside. There was a sour smell, which should have been there for a long time, maybe it was left before the little zombie was bitten.

Tang Rui poured out the contents, and then filled it with his own blood. There was not much blood, and it just covered the bottom of the bottle. There was no way, if there was more bleeding, he would really die.

The little zombie was very satisfied, holding the small water bottle and drinking in small sips.

When Tang Rui touched him at this time, the little zombie didn't react as violently as before, and sat there very docilely, and Tang Rui played with his feet whatever he wanted.

Although Tang Rui knew that the zombies didn't feel pain, and a little injury was a trivial matter to them, Tang Rui felt a little distressed when he saw that the soles of the little zombie's white and tender feet were covered with blood, and the insteps were almost pierced.