Zombies don't need to rest

Zombies Don't Need Rest Author: Long Yu

Introduction:

【Help! ! ! 】

[I have become a zombie! 】

. . . . . .

"If there is such a person, he can't sleep, keeps awake all the time, can't bear children, has no thoughts about this, has great strength and doesn't know pain, and only needs to inject a cheap nutrient solution every day to live forever , what did you think of?"

"It's a worker whose cost is lower than that of a machine, the best quality weapon of war, and endless money. Wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to see why the street lights outside are so dark"

1 You are a treasure, you can't die

March 215, 3 in the Age of Cataclysm

Blue Star, Pan-Asian Federation, Factory No. 11 on the outskirts of NO.1127 base city.

"Ding Dong"

The office doorbell rang.

The old factory director, who was chatting with two federal workers in formal suits, put down the teacup in his hand and pressed a communication button beside the table.

Say "Come in" into the microphone after the green light comes on

"Crack, click, click"

After the sound of the full metal lock spring turning, the heavy metal door was pushed open, and a young man in his 20s walked in.

In this era of extremely advanced biotechnology, it is not easy to judge a person's age from his appearance, but no matter who he is, he must admit that this guy's appearance can already be sent to a plastic surgery hospital as a standard data template .

But it's a pity that the sallow skin and red eyes on this person's face made this face look a little more inexplicably weird.

And those eyes can make people see at a glance that this is a zombie, the source of disaster that once destroyed the world order more than 200 years ago.

But now, they are no longer a disaster, but are called the precious property of all mankind.

The zombie looked at the two staff members who were looking at him, nodded to them, and sat down on the chair beside the desk.

Looking at the familiar face across the table, he spoke calmly and said in a hoarse voice, "Director, are you looking for me?"

The old factory manager is Li Zhi, 75 years old, a third-generation newcomer, and has been the factory manager for 30 years.

Looking at the expressionless zombie on the opposite side, he pointed to the two people next to him: "It's not that I'm looking for you, it's these two comrades from the Federal Guard who want to talk to you about something."

After finishing speaking, he got up and looked at the two people and said, "This is Jiang Yang you are looking for. His identification result is the No.11 zombie. The infection time is about 3 years of the Cataclysm Era, and the recovery time is 58 years of the Cataclysm Era. Number: 11-0010000217, Hazard Level: G"

Jiang Yang sat quietly on the chair and listened to him introducing himself, and then saw Li Zhi handing a file to the two young looking staff members, and they laughed after hearing the very safe danger level He nodded and opened the file bag.

Li Zhi left the office, and the two staff carefully looked through the files of more than 100 years.

The only sound in the room was the flipping of paper.

Jiang Yang turned his head and looked out the window. In the sky, the sun was hanging high. Strangely, a larger black planet could be vaguely seen around the golden sphere.

They seem to be close together one after the other, but if you look closely, you will find that the black one looks a little illusory and unreal, like a stereoscopic projection superimposed on the sun.

No one knows what it is, but it is clear that the world has become what it is today because of its appearance.

The cataclysmic era is counted from the day it appeared.

Long before he became like this, Jiang Yang at that time was just an ordinary office worker, changing different skills every day to fight wits and courage with the black-hearted boss.

While living with great anxiety.

However, he is not worried about his fishing behavior being discovered, nor is it a collective layoff and massive unemployment. Ten years of unfinished buildings account for half of the shares, and his wife drinks soy sauce and gives birth to chimpanzees. . .

Doomsday!

This was a cliché when he was "alive", and it's only getting hotter with the times.

As a single young man active in every corner of the Internet, Jiang Yang was inevitably affected.

However, unlike other Tu Yile, he really prepared for the so-called doomsday.

For example, moving to an unremarkable one-story house on the outskirts of the city away from the densely populated areas of the city.

For example, he also stored a large amount of food in the cellar.

For example, he turned all his income and savings into medicine, fuel, and weapons of unknown origin.

He even installed a full multi-source power generation and water purification facility in the vacant house next door, and lead panels around the cellar.

This approach of course kept his account balance in single digits.

Socializing depends on chat groups, entertainment depends on playing games, no wife and children, and even few friends.

But at that time, he was always happy to buy various equipment in his small courtyard.

until.

The black sun appeared in the sky.

The end has truly come.

Only then did people realize that even though they had rehearsed the doomsday scenario countless times through all kinds of wild fantasies.

However, when a native zombie of the first generation leaped onto a tall building, screamed at the black sun in the sky, and swallowed the rocket fired by the local garrison without incident, the lack of imagination made countless people tremble fell in the ruins and prayed to the gods.

It's a pity that a god who needs to be supported by humans can't save anyone

The black sun radiated invisible energy to the whole world, and the number of zombies began to increase exponentially.

Most people have been devoured by those hungry guys before they even have time to become new zombies.

According to Jiang Yang's original idea, if the end of the world really broke out, then he would hide in this extremely strong house that has been remodeled, spend the first moments relying on the materials in the cellar, and then find a way to go outside Collect supplies to survive.

He had a good idea and was really well prepared.

But he never expected that all the preparations he had made were useless.

Destiny is a fun man without a horse, always making deadly jokes at important moments.

For example, Jiang Yang, who had made all preparations for the doomsday, turned into a zombie three months before the doomsday.

If it wasn't for the black sun, Jiang Yang would have to continue hiding in the village on the outskirts of the city and stealing chickens.

Don't ask him why he doesn't go out and infect other people into zombies, unless you don't know what Wuchang is.

Therefore, this black planet that means fear to others is even a little cute in Jiang Yang's view.

With it, he would not be sent to the laboratory.

And everything that happened afterwards also proved his idea.

Even though the fighting power of the radiation zombies was so strong that it exploded, only thirty years later, people regained control of the world, and developed a potion to restore the zombies to their sanity.

Then, people were pleasantly surprised to send these guys who rely on radiation energy to survive, do not need to rest, can maintain the integrity of the body as long as there is a small amount of living matter, and have infinite strength into the factory.

The lord of mankind, the strongest human being in the world, the eternal leader of the doomsday, the spiritual pillar of the whole society, Luo Jincheng, the leader of the Pan-Asian Federation No. [-] gathering place who first started the counterattack, said:

"Zombies that have recovered their sanity are precious treasures brought by disasters to all mankind"

Up to now, the number of zombies in the world has always been fixed at [-] million.

Under the three generations of genetic modification technology, new humans no longer need to worry about the radiant energy of the black sun.

Scientists have also used this endless energy to develop more advanced weapons, and the powerful bodies of zombies no longer have an advantage in front of lightweight combat armor.

From the cataclysmic era to 210, the world has changed a lot.

Only the zombies working day after day in factories all over the world still remember what this planet once looked like.

"Jiangyang, right?"

A staff member who was flipping through the materials next to him raised his head, and Jiang Yang, whose train of thought was interrupted by him, turned his head to look at him expressionlessly.

"Is there a problem?"

The man put down the yellowed paper in his hand, sat up straight and squinted his eyes and asked, "At one o'clock this morning, a zombie committed suicide in the ninth block."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, carefully observing the changes in the expression on Jiang Yang's face, but he soon realized that this method can only be used on humans, and it is impossible for a zombie with facial paralysis to have a change in expression, so he go on:

"According to our investigation, the only place he went after leaving the factory last night was the Zombie Tavern on 92nd Street, and there is sufficient evidence that you sat with him until he left the tavern"

Jiang Yang shrugged helplessly. The "Pan-Asian Federal Zombie Protection Regulations" gave them some citizenship rights to these zombies who had regained their sanity.

The reason why I say part is that there is a special provision in this regulation.

As a valuable asset of the Federation, zombies cannot end their own lives.

2 Model Worker Jiangyang

The so-called "Pan-Asian Federation Zombie Protection Regulations" is a supplementary regulation to the Federal Constitution proposed by Luo Jincheng, the former leader of Base No. 81, who has served as the chairman of the Pan-Asian Federation in the [-]st year of the Cataclysm Era, and approved by the Federal Council unanimously.

The Regulations clearly require:

The federation must treat zombies that have "awakened" that is, regain their sanity equally, and ensure that they can enjoy all the powers that federal citizens can enjoy. No individual or institution can treat them differently because of their zombie status.

And because these zombies have no memory in the decades before they wake up, in order to allow them to quickly integrate into society, the regulations also specifically pointed out:

The federal education and training department should regularly train these zombies in adaptive social courses, including the most basic social rules and equipment use, as well as the history that happened during the period when they turned into zombies.

Before passing the exam, the federation will not issue identity certificates to zombies, and they will have to take the exam every ten years in the future, and unqualified zombies will be sent back to school.

The regulations also require federal law enforcement agencies at all levels to not only ensure the safety of these zombies, but also prevent them from harming humans.

Zombies need to go to the relevant departments for psychological assessment on a regular basis every year, so that the law enforcement agencies can grasp their mental state in real time.

At the same time, because people have not found any cases of natural death of zombies, in order to make these "long-lived" guys play their value, the regulations also stipulate that zombies are obliged to participate in social labor, and at the same time stipulate that they have the right to enjoy the same benefits as ordinary people. The same social welfare treatment as citizens and the same level of labor remuneration.

In short, the first version of the protection regulations moved these zombies who had just woken up and knew what happened in the past, and probably knew what they had done.

Under Luo Jincheng's call, most of the more than 1 million zombies belonging to the Pan-Asian Federation were thrown into the factory. Relying on their unique talents to work 24 hours a day, they helped the Pan-Asian Federation achieve explosive growth in production capacity. .

Nineteen years later, at the 19th Anniversary of the Cataclysmic Era, the "Pan-Asian Federal Zombie Protection Regulations" was amended for the first time, and so far the only one, adding a fifth article:

[Every zombie is a valuable property of the Federation. Without the permission of the Supreme Council of the Federation, no individual or institution shall deprive a zombie of its life for any reason]

It seems that this is an unreasonable way to protect the lives of zombies at the legal level, but the problem now lies in this one.

Because after the amendment to the regulations was passed and officially issued, Jiang Yang saw in the last explanation that any of the individuals mentioned here, including the zombie himself.

That is to say, from that day on, it was written into the Supreme Federal Law that zombies cannot commit suicide, and there is almost no possibility of changing it.

Jiang Yang didn't realize the problem at first, he only thought that the federation was protecting its tireless workers from being bullied.

It wasn't until he worked in this factory for another 20 years that he suddenly realized:

If zombies really don't die naturally, then every year from now on, I seem to have to spend at work?

Because although I enjoy the same treatment as ordinary people in name, zombies who don't know how long their lifespans have no retirement age.

In other words, I can only watch the number on the pension insurance increase year by year, but I will never get a penny?

The hundred years since then have confirmed his conjecture.

Until now, the zombies still don't have a clear retirement age. Although the wages of the factory seem to be getting higher and higher, the proportion of paying insurance is also increasing, so the money they get is not much but often decreases.

In the insurance account that he had almost forgotten, a high number had already been saved.

But he was still very poor.

Just as poor as when he didn't turn into a zombie more than 200 years ago.

And as the new human comrades who fought with them gradually passed away, people's attitudes towards zombies have changed somewhat.

From the beginning, a considerable number of people regarded them as comrades in arms fighting side by side, but now, many people only regard zombies as cheap productivity, and even want to take away the high insurance money they have accumulated in their hands.

But after all, there are protection regulations, so the federal agencies are still unswervingly implementing this policy. Modern people's views on zombies can only be discussed in private, and no one dares to really do anything to zombies.

Hurt zombies?

It's called the crime of harming the interests of the federal government. The sentence starts with ten years and ends with the death penalty.

No one dared to touch the zombies.

Of course, if you don't use weapons, it's impossible for humans to beat zombies.