Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 9, the first year of zombies

rainy weather

In a blink of an eye, it has already arrived in September, and autumn has come in terms of the division of seasons.

"After a while, there should be less rain." I looked at the rain curtain at the entrance of the cave and murmured.

However no one responded to me.

The surrounding area is empty, Xiaosang is not there, and neither is the zombie.

Sigh, maybe I should think about Zombie's proposal and move in with him... It's really lonely to live alone on the mountain OTZ

But having said that, the old zombie is really annoying sometimes, and often uses the tone of an elder to lecture people, and doesn't save me any face. If I really live with him, why not be nagged by him every day?

Really (▔皮▔) that guy was about my age when he died...

I complained secretly in my heart, a brown bird suddenly flapped its wings and landed on my hole.It shook the water from its body, glanced at me, then raised its neck and began to sing to the sky.

I remember that the zombie said that this bird is the legendary nightingale. Generally speaking, when it starts to sing, it means that night is coming.

This is not the first time I have encountered this bird.Once I was walking in the woods, and I heard four or five nightingales singing in different places in the forest at the same time, but listening to one nightingale singing was enjoyable, and listening to so many singing together was completely unmusical, and the sound was like The flies were caught in the buzzing of a spider's web, only louder.

"Speaking of it, it seems that I have never seen a bird that has turned into a zombie for so long, nor have I seen a fish that has turned into a zombie... Could it be that only mammals can become a zombie?" I whispered.

The little bird sang for a while, maybe a little tired, and looked at me with its head tilted. Seeing that I didn't respond, it boldly jumped forward twice.

It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Xiaoguang is like this, and so is this little guy.

I remember once in the woods I saw a nightingale hovering very close to me in the woods, as if tied to the ground by a rope.The zombie says it's because its nest is nearby, so it can't fly too far in order to protect the eggs.

From the way the little guy looked, I suspected it was one of those eggs we hadn't seen that time.

I saw the little bird leisurely standing on a raised rock preening its feathers, not afraid of me at all, suddenly thought of a joke, and rushed towards it.

The little guy was really startled, and rushed towards the entrance of the cave, even forgetting to flap his wings.

"Maybe this place will cast an indelible psychological shadow on its birds." I looked at the fleeing figure of Little Nightingale and said with emotion.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of tall trees around here, and it should soon be able to find a better place to hide from the rain.

Alas, if what it encountered was not me, but some other creature, I am afraid it would have become someone's meal at this time... Thinking about it carefully, if what I encountered was not a zombie, I am afraid it would have already been eaten by this time. He died so that there was not even a body left.

The rain still didn't stop, the patter continued.

When the other birds fell silent, the piercing hooting of the owl began.

There seems to be a sense of desolation in their calls, as if they want to use this call to freeze the deathbed of human beings and keep it in their songs forever.

This is the poor and fragile remnant of human beings, leaving hope behind, howling like animals before entering the valley of the underworld, but mixed with the sound of human sobbing.

"Life is too bitter - life is too bitter -" I don't know if it is an illusion, but the more I listen to it, the more I feel that the owl is spitting out human words.

Could it be that they were transformed by the souls of those who died in vain?After all, this is the end of the world, everything is possible...

As the night deepened, all the shores echoed with the cry of the frogs.The zombie said that the frogs were those who indulged in vocal music in their previous lives, and even after death they were still willing to abide by the noisy rules of the banquet.Although their throats have gradually become hoarse, they are still serious, they laugh at the joy, the wine has lost its fragrance, and is only a liquid for filling the stomach, and the drunkenness never drowns the memory of the past, It just makes their bellies full and bloated.

The rain is gradually lightening, and the sky is also showing a hint of white belly.

It's time to find the zombie (*￣▽￣*) I really want to know what his wish is to be put in the time bottle.

October 9, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

Due to the rain all day and night, the road was muddy, I struggled to reach the grave of the zombie, but he told me he didn't want to go out today? !

"Don't be so surprised... People always want to be lazy. For example, today I just want to lie still in the coffin." The zombie said, "For a corpse, life lies in stillness."

"What about the field?" I asked, "Aren't you afraid that Yaya will be bitten by a rabbit again?"

"It's raining so hard, a little furry guy like a rabbit will definitely find a place to hide from the rain, so don't worry." The zombie said.

"But the rain outside has stopped." I said, lying on the coffin lid, "and the air is so good after the rain, don't you want to take a walk?"

"I don't want to." After a pause, the zombie continued, "If you want to go, you can go by yourself."

This is not the style of zombies, and he was lying in the coffin the whole time he was talking, without opening his eyes... I suspect that he has something to hide from me.

"Do you like to go or not!" I pretended to be angry, and then pretended to leave, but actually turned back quietly before walking out of the tomb.

The zombie was still lying in the coffin with its eyes closed, seemingly unaware.

what happened to him?Could it be that some time ago, the little fireball rubbed too much and hollowed out the body?

I was thinking about it secretly, when the zombie in the coffin suddenly asked, "Why are you back?"

"Huh?" I was startled, "How do you know?"

I was obviously very careful, so I didn't make any noise...

"Although I can't see, my nose is not bad, and I can smell the smell of salt meat." The old zombie said.

(▔皮▔) How long will the bacon meme last?It must have been a long time ago!

However, why did his eyes suddenly lose sight?It was fine two days ago...

The zombie also realized that he had slipped his tongue, and fell silent for a while.

"Are you really blind?" I asked, "You can't even open your eyes?"

"Of course I can see it when I open my eyes, but the problem is that I can't open my eyes now." The zombie said helplessly, "Don't worry, it will recover after a while."

Knowing that it was only a temporary problem, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" I was a little curious, "Did you kill yourself?"

I just said the second half of the sentence casually, but I didn't expect Zombie to answer vaguely.

"You can understand it that way, but I think it should be considered an accident." He said, "I didn't expect that there would be that in that pile of things."

What are those things?What is that?

I was confused.

"Do you still remember the last time Xiaoguang and the others came with a bag full of things?" Zombie said, "I had nothing to do yesterday and wanted to tidy up, but I didn't expect there to be a spell in it..."

There are spells in the things Xiaoguang and the others gave? !This incident made it difficult for me to accept it for a while, but it is a fact that the zombie's eyes are blind.

Xiaoguang, why did they do this?Besides beating him up the first time we met, did I do anything to feel sorry for him?

QAQ suddenly felt betrayed.

"No, aren't you only afraid of peach trees?" I asked, "If you were afraid of spells, you would have been killed by Taoist priests countless times before. Is there something special about this spell?"

The zombie's expression was a little awkward, and he said: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with this spell. It should be safe to see the content on it... It's just that this spell should come from Fade Chen. The breath of mahogany. Although it has no effect, it is still a bit awkward to put around, so I rubbed a small fireball to light the spell."

"And then?" I had a hunch that things would go a little miraculously.

Sure enough, the zombie sighed, and continued: "It is easy to cause a fire if you light a fire in the tomb, so I burned the amulet standing at the entrance of the tomb. You also know that the wind was a little strong last night, and the amulet was accidentally burned." The ash that came out floated into my eyes... Although the mahogany smell on the talisman was not too much, it still caused some impact when it flew into my eyes..."

=￣ω￣=I have nothing to say. From a certain point of view, zombies are also self-inflicted.

But next time we deal with Xiaoguang and the others, it seems that we should be more vigilant. Maybe they don't have any bad intentions, but a little deviation may have a major impact on our lives.

October 9, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

While waiting for the zombie to recover his eyesight, I did not leave his tomb, but chose to stay by his side and talk to him.

"I feel like the affectionate hero in an idol drama right now." I took a big bite of a tomato, leaned on the coffin, and said vaguely, "It's what you understand, it's the words in the script. Mr. Zhuoshijia. Mr. Pianpian stays by the hospital bed every step of the way, praying day and night for his beloved girl to wake up."

"Master Zhuo Shijia can talk while eating?" The zombie said, "I think you look like a dandy, waiting in front of the hospital bed to wait for your hometown to die and inherit the property."

"How?!" I said dissatisfied, "What's wrong with talking while eating, I'm not sticking to the rules. Also, you are taking advantage of me, why are you from my hometown? Can't it be the father guarding the son?" ?”

"You compared me to a girl before, and I didn't say anything about you... double standards." The zombie complained.

"Yes, I have double standards." I said with a smile, "Not only do I have double standards, but I also bully you so that you can't see it."

As I said that, I smeared tomato juice on my hands and breathed it towards the face of the zombie.

However, I forgot that zombies are only invisible to the eyes, but their bodies can still move.He stretched out his hand to block it, and I stumbled, accidentally fell into the coffin, and fell hard on him.

"You're... smacking all over the place." The zombie said while groping around trying to determine my location.

I can understand that he can't see things now, and understands the outside world mainly through touch, but what kind of places does he touch? !

QAQ be careful I sue him for sexual harassment!