This is apocalyptic

Chapter 133 132: Sparrow
He took the large cup and scooped two more spoonfuls of milk powder, added a spoonful of coffee, and was about to add something else when he noticed Lin Duoduo's gaze and ended up just making a cup of water.

Lin Duoduo sat under the shed with an iron chain on her legs, reading Jin Ping Mei. She looked away only when she saw that Bai Xiao was no longer mixed up in the chaos.

After living in the apocalypse for a long time, people will become less and less human.

This is even more true for zombies.

Life is becoming more and more deviant and perfunctory.

"What does it feel like to be locked up by zombies?" Bai Xiao asked her.

"That's all." One of Lin Duoduo's nostrils was still blocked, and she sniffed from time to time.

She looked at the Zombie King's big water cup, which didn't have so much mess.

He shook his legs and the iron chain made a rattling sound.

"Still not untied?"

"Not ready yet." Bai Xiao said.

The fever subsided the next day. The low fever that had lasted for a day was over, and my limp body regained its strength.

Seeing the numbers on the thermometer, Lin Duoduo looked down at the chain on her ankle, then looked at the Zombie King.

The Zombie King was a little reluctant.

"Lock it up for another day if you like," she said.

"One day is not enough. You locked me up for two months."

"Then lock it up for two months."

"..."

The Zombie King eventually untied the chain and took it back. It was enough for him to experience what it was like to keep a human in captivity.

That human also has to wash clothes, cook, and dig wild vegetables. There are a lot of things to do.

After a rain, the sun seemed to be washed by water. The scorching sun baked the earth and the temperature rose suddenly.

The Zombie King couldn't wear long sleeves anymore, so he changed into short sleeves. He hadn't worn short sleeves for a long time. He used to hide the corpse spots and wounds from zombie bites, and later he covered them even more tightly on the road. It has been like this for the past two years. Now he doesn't have to hide them anymore. The corpse spots on his arms are exposed to the sun, and the sweat flows to the wounds from zombie bites, which makes him itchy and a little painful.

All other wounds healed quickly, except for this one. This might be the mark of a zombie, and Bai Xiao has already treated it as a habit.

At least it looks much better than before. It looks like it may heal in another year or two.

The sweat sparkled in the sunlight. His shoulders became thicker and thicker, and hidden under his clothes were solid muscles, which were the guarantee of survival in the apocalypse.

It’s better than ever before. I eat vegetarian food before going out and sleep in the open air after going out. Now is the time for real growth.

Now, without touching him, Lin Duoduo can see his tight body as long as he takes off his long sleeves. He looks thin in the long sleeves, but he has grown taller quietly.

An infected muntjac ran down the mountain. Unlike normal animals, it was agile and rushed around recklessly. While Aunt Qian was aiming at it from a distance, Bai Xiao rushed up in his short-sleeved shirt.

The muscles in his arms were tight. He grabbed the animal's neck and threw it over. He sat on it and punched it on the head a few times. Then he grabbed the neck and twisted it back hard. He only let go when he felt the vibration of broken bones.

It all happened quickly. When he dragged the still twitching muntjac's hind legs away, Aunt Qian was still aiming. She rubbed her eyes, was silent for a while, put away the gun, and looked in the direction of the village.

In her less clear vision, except for the lack of biting action, it was like a zombie from more than 20 years ago pouncing on an animal.

Not long after, Lin Duoduo brought a large piece of deer meat. There was not much blood on it, and the meat was a little shriveled. Aunt Qian didn't say anything, but accepted it silently.

Aunt Qian probably knew how they killed the wolves last winter.

Lin Duoduo also intuitively realized how powerful Bai Xiao was. He could once bring down a wild boar from the mountain with just a rifle and a knife, and now he could break the neck of an infected muntjac.

There is no trace of his usual silly look of sticking his butt out next to the vegetable patch.

Deliver the meat home.

——Bai Xiao was in the yard wearing shorts and shirtless, sunbathing the corpse. "What are you doing?"

That stupid feeling came back all of a sudden.

"Let it dry in the sun."

"Isn't it hot?"

The hot summer came early, as if the heavy snow in winter had squeezed out the time of spring. It felt like not much time had passed and the sun was already very scorching.

"It's good to sunbathe for a while every day, although I can't explain all those messy theories." Bai Xiao felt that his body was at a very peak level, and he wanted to maintain this state.

Instead of staying in the sun, she went into the house and took out a palm-leaf fan and started fanning herself with it.

Lin Duoduo still wears long pants and long sleeves. No matter how hot the weather is, this is her standard outfit. She only occasionally changes into loose clothes when she is resting in the yard.

The Zombie King, who had had enough of the sun, sat down not far from her and slowly bent the dumbbells he had picked up.

I don't know when the cicadas started chirping in the trees in the village. After enduring the extremely cold winter, it is now extremely hot again. The climate in the past two years has been very abnormal, much more abnormal than usual. Perhaps it is because the real doomsday is approaching, and the temperature has also begun to give early warnings.

Lin Duoduo glanced at the Zombie King, then looked away and continued fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

After a moment, he took another look.

"If you want to touch it, you can touch it. It's not like you haven't touched enough." Bai Xiao didn't look up.

"No."

Lin Duoduo said that she looked into the distance and saw a group of birds flying over the green hills, fluttering past at a low altitude. There was no singing and no stopping, and there were feathers falling from the sky.

She turned her head and found Bai Xiao was also looking up.

"Is that what you said?" Lin Duoduo asked.

"It seems so." Bai Xiao walked out of the yard.

After a while he came back with a few bird feathers, at the roots of which traces of rotten flesh could be seen.

Lin Duoduo took it, looked at it carefully, and handed it back to him. Bai Xiao took it and threw it into the cold stove, and it burned to ashes when the fire was lit.

"Time is running out." Bai Xiao looked at the Daqing Mountain in the distance. This should be considered a less severe area. He always felt that the situation in the south should be more serious.

Lin Duoduo didn't say anything, and there was no expression on her face. She just fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan.

The disaster more than 20 years ago was so massive and it came suddenly. In the end, the zombies still decayed, leaving behind many survivors.

Now the changes are happening quietly.

This is the last gasp.

Bai Xiao was bending wire to seal the windows to prevent them from pouncing on him and sneaking into the house someday.

"Just tell me you want to leave, and I'll take you right away to a safe zone where you can live a few more years."

"I didn't think it would be so fast." Lin Duoduo sighed.

"How long did you think it would take?"

"We can hold out for eight to ten years." She smiled. "Birds can be protected. As long as the mosquitoes and flies are fine, we can hold out."

"There's not that much time, and the more sources of infection there are, the faster it will spread."

Bai Xiao knew that this process was accelerating. The mountains were no longer safe. The spreading speed of birds was incomparable to that of zombies and other animals, which only moved within a fixed range.

So Zhang Tan said at that time that this was the death knell.

Nowadays, birds will carry the infection to faraway places, and people like Lin Duoduo cannot stop the ubiquitous infection.

(End of this chapter)