Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 6, the first year of zombies

weather hail

As a disclaimer, I'm definitely not an unseen person, and I've seen hailstorms before.But before today, I always thought that the largest hailstone was the size of an egg.But now I realize that I was wrong, and it was very wrong. Hail can be as big as a football! ! !

To be honest, seeing such a big hockey puck falling from the sky, even though it hit me right in front of me, smashing the ground into big pits one after another, I still felt unreal like I was dreaming.

Isn't such a large hail incompatible with meteorology? !I really want to know how the meteorological station will report this kind of weather, although the meteorological stations all over the world may have gone on strike now...

I don't know how long this abnormal weather will last, and I don't know if it will intensify, but just to be on the safe side, I still moved my only property—the two pots of tomatoes deep into the cave.That way, even if the hole collapsed, it would bury me and my little tomatoes together.

Alas, I don't know what's going on with the zombie.Although his tomb looks solid, it is hundreds of years old after all, so I don't know if I can't help but smash it... But can things like zombies die?Even if he was smashed to the ground, he should drag his crippled body and continue to live, right?

Think about the way zombies are still wriggling after being smashed into meat paste... Well, the picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Let's just hope his tomb is strong enough to survive the hailstorm.

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

The hail finally stopped, but the sky was still dark, as if those big hockey balls might come back at any time, which made people tremble with fear.

If so, as a qualified neighbor, I still plan to go out to care about the situation of the zombie.

"After the catastrophe, the companions look for each other, it feels like a doomsday blockbuster."

I looked at the surrounding trees that had been knocked down by the ice hockey puck, and I was thinking this way when I raised my eyes and saw the zombie.

He probably also took the risk to check the situation because he was worried about me.

Seeing the other party getting closer and closer to me, I suddenly became addicted to the drama, so I imitated the tone of the survivors in the doomsday movie and said: "Thank God, we are still alive."

However, the zombie, who has been dead for hundreds of years, obviously didn't understand my reasoning, and looked at me blankly.

"We...we're already dead," he said.

If it were placed at the time when I was alive, Zombie would definitely be the legendary "cold king", and a simple sentence can ruin the entire atmosphere.To be honest, if my eyes were flexible enough, I would definitely reward him with two big sanitation balls now.

"I mean it's nice to see you standing in front of me, whole." I tried to explain what I just meant in words that the zombie could understand.

"It's great that you're complete too." The zombie responded in this way.Then, he actually smiled at me.

Yes, a zombie that has been dead for hundreds of years and has changed color is actually smiling at me!

Although it is very weird, how can I be inexplicably moved? !

Sure enough, I've been single for a long time, and even looking at a dead body feels attractive... I'm probably hopeless!

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

The cloudy sky remained, but the hailstorms did not continue, which is somewhat good news.

The nest built for the kittens before was destroyed by hailstones. Sure enough, such a simple shed is unreliable in the last days.Suddenly I was glad that the cat family didn't really live in it, otherwise I would have died of guilt when I saw a box of cat corpses of all sizes.

The zombie took the broken cat litter back to his tomb, and then threw it intact among his funerary objects. It looked very incongruous, as if a piece of aftermath had suddenly mixed into the Treasure Hall of the Forbidden City. Modernist artwork.But the zombie doesn't seem to care. According to what he said, I feel awkward because I haven't died long enough. After a while, I will think differently when I look at these things.

What he said gave me a strange feeling, and it was only then that I realized for the first time that my life would no longer be limited by time, but that I could live as long as I wanted...

"Wouldn't it be boring to live for so long?" I asked, inexplicably curious about his past life as a zombie.

"Very...very...very boring." Zombie said slowly, "Most of the time, I lie in the coffin and listen to the changes of the four seasons outside, and listen to a child grow up slowly, then have a girl he likes, get married and have children , getting old and buried near here..."

He spoke very calmly, but I always feel a little sad, maybe because his past will be my future?No, my future may be even more boring than his. In this end of the world, even the sounds of the four seasons can't be heard clearly, and there is only death-like silence around.

"But, it's all right now, you're here." After a while, the zombie said slowly again, his tone seemed very happy.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"Okay..." The old zombie said, "Playing chess... guessing fists... very good."

Indeed, there are many things that two people can play together, besides chess and boxing guessing, you can also play poker!Even if you don't play anything, you can still chat!

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the future zombie career is full of hope.

Zombie, please give me advice for the rest of my life (if we can live in this form forever...).

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

Since I made up my mind yesterday to develop a game that can be played with two zombies, I went back to the cave and thought about it all night, and finally thought of a perfect way to play "rock, paper, scissors".

Aren't zombies slow?Then don't let him act!

Write the rock, scissors, and cloth on small paper strips of exactly the same size and shape, and then stack them up. When the time comes, wouldn’t it be a perfect solution for each person to draw a note?I'm such a genius!

Although Zombie still thinks that playing chess is more fun, seeing how excited I am, he didn't disappoint. He obediently drew a small note and continued the "Truth or Dare" that he hadn't finished that day.

This time, I smoked "cloth" and he smoked "stone".

I remembered something about "patina", so I chose "truth".

"How do you keep your body from rotting?"

"It's been a long time since I died, and my body has become dry...Dry goods can generally be put away."

"Didn't any special treatment be done to the corpse before the burial?"

He didn't answer my question, and pointed to the box in front of him, indicating that it was time to start the next round of lottery.

This time, both of us drew "scissors".

To be fair, we ask each other a question.

"How did you die?" he asked.

This question is easy to say, but it really stumps me.I have memories of being a human and a zombie, but I don't remember how I became a zombie.

"I don't know." I said, "I don't have any memory of that time."

The zombie didn't say much, but it could be seen that he was not satisfied with my answer.

"I still have that question, did you do any special treatment on the corpse before the burial?"

"I don't know, I don't have the memory of that time." He copied my previous answer.

Neither of us spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

"Before the two grave robbers came, I just felt like I slept for a long time... As for what happened during this process, I have no memory at all..." The zombie explained slowly.

That's right, if he had been conscious all the time, he wouldn't have died at all, let alone become what he is now.

"I'm in the same situation as you. I don't know how I died. I woke up like this." I explained, "But according to experience, I should have been bitten by a guy who turned into a zombie earlier than me." arrive."

The zombie didn't seem to understand what I meant by "experience", and his expression was a little confused.

No way, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue explaining to him.

"In the past, there were literary works on this subject, for example, that said so."

"The author has been bitten?" Zombie is very interested in this matter, and he looks like he wants to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, which makes me very distressed.Because I didn't want to spoil his interest, and I really didn't know what to say about this matter.

Are you telling him that these are edited by the author?Then he may ask me why I believe that kind of unfounded words...

"I see." The zombie said suddenly.

What does he know?I obviously didn't say anything!

However, no matter how I ask him, he won't tell me, unless I ask him to play "Rock, Paper, Scissors" tomorrow...

I suddenly felt that I had been tricked by a guy who had been dead for hundreds of years.

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

It feels like the sky has not cleared up for a long time, which is not a good sign.Generally speaking, this kind of extreme weather is often accompanied by plague, and plague often means death...

Alas, I really have had enough, I have been dead for such a long time, but I still haven't changed my mentality, thinking about those living people every day.

There should be... there are still people alive, right?

In this way, with a slightly heavy heart, I came to the tomb of the zombie.

Contrary to me, this guy seems to be in a good mood today. As soon as he sees me, he can't wait to bring the box containing the small notes, just like a child.

I sorted out my mood and continued yesterday's game.

This time, though, I lost, and it was the zombie's turn to ask me questions.

"What have you... read?" He thought for a while and asked.

This question sounds familiar to me, and I always feel that it is the usual routine of flirting with girls.How could I let him succeed?

"The corresponding textbooks for nine-year compulsory education." I replied.

"Nine years... what?"

This time, I also learned the old zombie's routine, without answering aloud, I silently pointed to the box in front of me.

He understood, and stretched out his hand to take another small note from inside.

I am "Rock" and he is "Scissors".Unfortunately, he lost the opportunity to ask questions.

"You said 'got it' yesterday, what was that?" I asked.

"Inspiration." He said, "Everyone of you is talking about zombies, and the zombies really come."

He said it so seriously that I almost believed it.

"Nonsense, I still think about making a fortune every day, but I haven't seen any money." I said this.

Then, the zombie was silent for a moment, turned sideways and pointed at his funeral objects, and said, "I can give you the money, you have money."

I don't want to admit it, but at that moment I really had a heart-wrenching feeling.

How can a zombie be so flirtatious? !

Suddenly there is a feeling of wanting to fall in love...