This is apocalyptic

Chapter 143 142: Broken

The afternoon sun shone into the yard, scorching the bricks on the ground. A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a hot breath.

The zombies were gone. Lin Duoduo fanned herself, nibbled on two wild roots like sweet potatoes, and stayed in the house.

She took off her shoes, curled up her legs, and lay sideways on the small bed in the main room. From this angle, she could see the heavy shadows of the mountains in the distance through the window, and the rolling green hills stood there quietly.

The sky is high and the clouds are vast. This place where she has been trapped for twenty-two years is becoming more and more unfamiliar. It used to be full of zombies and one only had to close the door and be careful. But now it is the real doomsday.

Being locked in the house by zombies...she thought of what that guy said, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

A vengeful zombie.

Didn't they just lock him under the shed for a few months? But when you think about being locked in the house, it seems like a good thing too. All the things outside can be left to him, while humans just need to be locked up with chains by the zombies.

She got out of bed, found an iron chain nearby, locked one end to her feet and the other to the bed leg, then sat on the edge of the bed and looked down.

If she moved her legs slightly, the chains would make a slight sound, just like when she locked up the zombies.

She took the key and successfully opened the chain on the bed leg. However, when she opened it at the ankle, the key suddenly broke. She was stunned and a trace of panic appeared on her originally bored face.

After thinking about it for the whole afternoon and still failing to open it, there was another knock on the door, "Come in!" She thought it was the Zombie King who had returned.

"Me." Aunt Qian's voice came from outside.

Lin Duoduo was immediately numb. She dragged the iron chain on her feet and took two steps. She looked at the door, then at her feet. She gritted her teeth and went to open the door a little. "What's wrong, Aunt Qian?"

"What are you doing?" The old lady looked at her suspiciously.

"It's alright."

"It's okay, why are you so flustered? What's that noise?"

"There's no sound."

Lin Duoduo's expression remained unchanged. She showed her head and hid her body behind the door.

"No? Oh, I want to write something down, so I come to borrow a pen. You should have one here..." The old lady looked at her. She hadn't used this thing for a long time and didn't need it. When she wanted to use it, she couldn't find anything useful at home.

"Oh……"

"There's none?"

"Have."

"then you……"

"I'll get it."

Lin Duoduo wrapped the chain around her hand and prepared to close the door. The old lady looked at her and felt something was wrong. "What are you doing?"

When she pushed open the door and saw the iron chain locked on her feet, Aunt Qian was stunned. She looked at Lin Duoduo, then looked at the yard, and her expression instantly became gloomy.

"What did that kid do?"

"No." Lin Duoduo lowered her eyes with a calm expression. She didn't know how to explain such a stupid thing as locking herself up, and the key was broken.

"What about him?"

"Into the mountains."

"you……"

"I was playing with it and accidentally locked it up." Lin Duoduo said.

Seeing that the old lady didn't believe it, she took out the broken key and showed it to Aunt Qian.

Aunt Qian didn't say anything for a long time. She stood there leaning on her stick, not knowing what she was thinking.

"You locked yourself in, and the key broke?" "That's right."

"Why did you lock yourself up?"

"..."

After studying it for a while, Aunt Qian still couldn't open it. She looked towards the other side of the mountain with a deep look in her eyes.

After a long time she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak. She just shook her head and looked at her legs.

"We still have to go into the mountains in this situation."

"We plan to burn the mountain before winter or in winter. Now the mountain is unstable, with more and more things running out. If we burn some, maybe we can keep it stable for a while. He went to check the situation."

"Alright."

"When the time comes, I'll ask him to remove the weeds on your side and prevent them from spreading over there." Lin Duoduo pulled the chain, feeling a little embarrassed.

Aunt Qian nodded without saying anything more. She turned her head and looked at the mountains in the distance. She said, "It's time to burn it. My place is not stable either. This year... there are too many things in there all of a sudden." She was silent for a moment and said, "In fact, it's better to leave. Burning it won't do any good."

“I can’t leave.” Lin Duoduo smiled and shook her head. “You’ve seen how he looked when he came back last year. He’s become like that. I’ll just die on the road. There’s still no zombie chasing him.”

Aunt Qian was silent. It was easy to say "leave". If it were that easy, they would not have been trapped here for so many years.

"Have you figured out a way?"

"Let's just take it one day at a time." Lin Duoduo said, "It's like this everywhere, so why would it be different wherever I go?"

"It's good to have a decision."

Aunt Qian looked at her. She always wore dark-colored clothes in the past, with grey cloth pants that covered her from head to toe, even with her sleeves tied tightly. But now she looked a little different.

When the end of the world approaches, people will make some changes, both before the disaster and after the disaster.

"Bury your father when you have time. He probably doesn't want to stay like this." Aunt Qian suddenly said.

Lin Duoduo lowered her head.

"If you have someone to accompany you, just let him go." Aunt Qian said, "In fact, they have already died, and only their bodies are left there. You should recognize that they are not them, but just look like them."

"it is good."

Lin Duoduo responded.

"Uncle Cai, I will bury him too." Aunt Qian shook her head, "When I have time, let... him go to my place and help dig a grave."

"Ah."

After borrowing the pen, she left. After walking a distance, she looked back. Lin Duoduo was standing at the door looking at her, and it seemed as if she was looking in the direction of the mountains. The wind blew the girl's hair. One old and one young, they had been together in such an environment for a long time, but that day will eventually come.

Aunt Qian withdrew her gaze, and finally walked farther and farther away in the sunset, returning to the deep and dusky courtyard.

Uncle Cai in the room had little strength left in his old body and could only shake slightly.

She sat on the chair, looking at Uncle Cai, the man who protected her and helped her escape from the city when the zombie outbreak happened. The scenes before the zombie outbreak seemed like things from her previous life. She looked down at the yellowed photo in her hand, which was the photo she had asked Lin Duoduo to bring back from her home in the city. In the photo, Uncle Cai was full of vigor and vitality, smiling carefreely, with one hand around the young her.

She thought for a long time, lowered her head and spread out a piece of paper. When she started writing, her handwriting was terribly clumsy and the words she wrote were crooked, like a child who was just learning to read. She smiled bitterly, it was indeed a long time since she had written.

"Being bitten by a zombie on the ankle is the slowest to spread..."

She wrote and stopped, and it gradually got dark outside.

When I finally put down the pen, half of the paper was already filled.

Aunt Qian sat in the dark, with the haggard Uncle Cai in front of her and the dark night outside the door behind her. She had lived for more than 20 years before the disaster and struggled for another 20 years after it.

(End of this chapter)