Little Zombie's Apocalypse Survival Manual

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

A very terrible thing happened today!

I lay down in my hole, thinking about some deep questions, such as "what is a person?" "what is a zombie?".While not usually conclusive, thinking about it itself is a good way to pass the boring time, and I often do it when I'm alone.

But today, a group of ants actually took advantage of my distraction to crawl around on my body and even bit off one of my toes!What's even more frightening is that I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't realize they were coming, and I didn't feel any pain when I was bitten.

"I'm really dead."

Although I have already had this awareness, every time I encounter this kind of thing, I still feel mixed feelings in my heart, and I can't tell what it is like.

Zombies are used to such incidents, and they don't seem to be surprised.

"It's probably near the Dragon Boat Festival, and there will be more snakes, insects, rats and ants at this time of year." He said, "Didn't you hang mugwort leaves and sprinkle realgar at this time when you were alive?"

"I only keep the fine tradition of eating zongzi at the Dragon Boat Festival." I replied.

Although I heard about the customs of the Dragon Boat Festival when I was in school, but because I lived in the city since I was a child, I really have no idea about this festival, and even eating zongzi is just following the trend.

"However, apart from eating zongzi, other traditions are useful during the Dragon Boat Festival..."

There was a puzzled expression on the zombie's face, as if he didn't understand that there are so many traditional activities of the Dragon Boat Festival, why I kept the most useless one here.

I didn't know how to explain it to him, so I had to promise to take him to the city to see if I had the opportunity in the future, and he also promised to take me to pick wormwood early tomorrow morning, so as to prevent me from being eaten by insects and ants all summer. skeleton.

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

Today I can finally see a ray of sunshine through the clouds!Happy (*￣▽￣*)

Due to the psychological shadow left by the ant incident, my nerves were tense all night yesterday, and I was always paying attention to changes in the surrounding environment, for fear that I would accidentally become a meal for other creatures.Alas, it really is better to be in the state of the zombie, the whole body is dry, even if ordinary small animals want to eat him, he can't bite...

Zombie is very trustworthy, he came to look for me in the cave at dawn, and brought a very old-fashioned dagger.

From the start, everything seems to be going well, but one question has been lingering in my mind: As two undead creatures, why do we have to wait for dawn before setting out?Isn't late night action more in line with our setting?

"Because you need tools." The zombie said, "If you don't have a knife, do you have to pull it out with your hands?"

"Isn't it possible?" I asked back, "Anyway, it won't hurt if I cut my hand."

"But the wound will not heal either, it will gradually corrode the surrounding flesh, and eventually turn you into a rotting zombie."

I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of watching my own body decay.

I still understand the truth that if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes.In view of Zombie's age and experience, I decided to trust him this time.

However, listening to his voice, is it possible that he has seen other zombies before?

"There used to be a tomb robber who came in but didn't go out. It seemed that he was bitten by some insects and died in the cave. I watched him gradually decompose and finally turned into a pile of bones." The zombie said, " The rotting corpse is sticky and disgusting, don't do this."

Of course I know rotting corpses are disgusting!What this guy saw was a rotten corpse that couldn't move. I saw rotten corpses running all over the street back then!

Alas, even though I was the first to ask this question, when I think of this guy staring at a fresh corpse and watching it gradually decay, I feel inexplicably abnormal, how can I break it? !

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

Today the sun was completely covered again, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.But estimating the time, it should be the next day by now.

The place where the wormwood was supposed to be collected had been completely destroyed by the big hailstorm some time ago, and only a few sporadic seedlings were still standing upright.No way, we have to go to a farther place to find wormwood.

Of course it doesn't matter to us.As corpses, although our movement speed is not necessarily fast, we will not feel tired in the same way. Even if we walk hundreds of kilometers, as long as we are careful not to wear out our feet, we will be fine.Therefore, after walking all night, we succeeded in finding a piece of wormwood that was not harmed by the hail, and at the same time found a blood-stained strip of cloth in the grass.

I don't know what the zombie was thinking, but the moment I saw the cloth strip, I made a conspiracy theory.

Now is the end of the world, zombies are rampant, and zombies are very sensitive to the smell of blood... This is a trap!They clearly want to catch ignorant little zombies as their experimental products, so as to study the method of cracking zombie toxins!If I'm smart, I won't be fooled!

Thinking of this, I turned around and wanted to leave, but the zombie had already cut the wormwood by itself.

"We're just here to mow some grass, and it won't affect them, so nothing will happen." The old zombie said, "People are afraid of creatures like us that cannot be explained by common sense. Looking for trouble?"

He was right, but the world is different now!He's okay, he looks like a moving jerky, most people may not be able to figure out what he is at once.But I'm a zombie!Maybe there is a sniper aiming at me by now, ready to headshot!

I didn't want to mow the grass, and I couldn't stop the zombie, so I just lay there among the wormwood, trying to hide my figure.

The zombie thinks that I am so ridiculous, but how can he understand the insurmountable gap between humans and zombies?

October 6, the first year of zombies

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Finally back on my turf!Although nothing happened this time, I swear that I will never take another step in that direction in my life!Humans are scary QAQ

Now I just want to be a lying corpse in the coffin quietly, but the zombie insists that I want to take advantage of the fresh wormwood and hang it in the hole...

Alas, I have just left human beings, and I am about to face those insects and ants again. QAQ hugged himself distressedly.

October 6, the first year of zombies

cloudy weather

I lay on the pile of wormwood and didn't want to move at all. Compared with hanging up the wormwood, the insect repellent effect of lying directly on it should be better, right?

The tomato produced two more fruits. After thinking about it, I decided to pick them off and stuff them into my mouth in one go.The weather is cloudy and humid now, and there is no refrigerator to keep it fresh, so it will go bad sooner or later.I tried to bite the bullet and ate them, but unexpectedly, the taste of tomatoes seems to be less unacceptable than before, maybe my sense of taste is gradually degrading...

Just when I was rolling on the pile of wormwood in boredom, the zombie came and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"I don't want to play chess," I said.

But I guessed wrong, Zombie didn't bring his beloved chessboard this time.What he held in his hand was clearly a box containing the necessary props for playing "rock, scissors, and paper".

"If you don't play chess, this is also very fun." He said.

I'm not in the mood to play games now, but people are coming to my door, and it's not good to let him go home with a disappointment, so I sighed, rolled to his side, and took a small note from the box.

"Scissors."

"Scissors."

According to the old rules, we both need to ask each other a question.

"How old were you when you died?" I asked.

I have been curious about this question for a long time, because it is impossible to tell his age from his appearance.

"23 years old." The zombie said.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity to die young." I said with emotion.

I thought he would also ask me when I died, but he didn't fall for it. Instead, he chose a "big adventure" that we had never been involved in before.

"Big adventure, hang the wormwood from the ground on the cave wall." He said, "You can't pile them all on the ground."

"Why not? I'll just stay on the ground and not go to heaven."

"What if a worm falls out of it and lands on your face?"

"It looks like you haven't received nine years of compulsory education. Smell will spread. I piled wormwood here, and the smell will still spread to every corner of the room."

The zombie couldn't beat me, but he also didn't agree with what I said, so he stopped arguing with me and said, "This is a big adventure, you can't play tricks."

Well, this guy has learned badly and knows how to use the rules of the game I taught him to restrict me.

Reluctantly, I got up from the ground, picked up a few pieces of wormwood, and placed them on the high rocks, the whole movement seemed to be in slow motion.Then I returned to my original position and lay down.

"The mission is complete." I said, "You only said to hang the wormwood on the cave wall, but you didn't say how many."

The zombie obviously didn't expect me to cheat so openly, stared at me for a while, and said: "If you were born at my time, you would definitely be beaten."

"You are so simple, if you go out, you will definitely be deceived." I said, "Maybe you were sold to a museum and are still counting the money."

It was just a casual remark, but this sentence is too graphic.I can't help laughing at the image of mummies coming out of display cases in museums to do their daily maintenance.

The zombie shook his head disapprovingly, and took another note from the box.

"Scissors."

I also drew a note from the box.

"cloth."

Unfortunately, I lost this time...

It's over, Zombie will definitely make up for the bug just now, let me hang the mugwort leaves in the whole room on the wall!Sure enough, the villain died because of talking too much, why did I explain QAQ to him just now