This is apocalyptic

Chapter 146 145: Buried

Lin Duoduo packed a lot of things and gave them to Aunt Qian. Red wine was only used occasionally when cooking. Bai Xiao didn't drink much on weekdays. He didn't have diarrhea after drinking coffee last time, so she packed a lot for her, as well as salted fish. Usually the old lady would refuse it in every possible way, but this time she didn't refuse too much and just touched her head.

I came back when it was slightly dark.

When she got home, she saw the huge zombie sitting against the wall, repairing a cart with wire.

"She said you always wanted to find the best way out for me." Lin Duoduo said.

"It's a pity I can't find it." The zombie said without looking back.

"How greedy."

She walked closer and pinched the zombie's thick shoulders. Her fingers were slender and her palms were strong, but compared to the zombie, this strength was nothing.

"Has anyone ever given you a shoulder massage?"

"No."

"Now there is."

She massaged his shoulders for a while, pounded them twice, and went to the vegetable garden next door to pick some beans. The peppers were also red. While she was picking vegetables there, she used a large cup to make a large cup of expired milk powder for the zombie and placed it next to the stool to dry.

"If I drink more, I'll become bigger." Bai Xiao said.

"Isn't it good?" Lin Duoduo said, "I hope that one day you can put me in a backpack and carry me around."

"That's too difficult, just lie on my back."

Bai Xiao patted him on the back and said, "Do you want to try it out and see what it feels like to ride a zombie?"

Lin Duoduo climbed onto his back, wrapped her arms around the zombie’s neck, and shouted, “Go!”

The zombie started running, Lin Duoduo exclaimed softly, ran two laps in the yard, and then she jumped down.

"Maybe I should make a cart, tie the reins to it, and you can pull it and run. It will definitely be very fast."

"And you take a whip?"

"It's not impossible."

A rickshaw driven by zombies is much more fun than pulling a millstone.

As she spoke, Lin Duoduo smiled, as if all the changes in the mountains and the threat of infection were gone.

Two days later, Lin Duoduo took him to an open space in the field. The grass here was a little yellow and a small grave mound could be seen among the messy grass.

"This is the grave I chose for myself." Lin Duoduo pointed to the empty space and said, her mother rests here forever, and her father will also be buried here. This place is far away from the hillside, in the field, very quiet, and will not be disturbed. "If I die, I will also be buried here. If I become a zombie, there is no need."

The wind blew her hair up and it touched her lips. Lin Duoduo smoothed it with her fingers and turned her head to ask, "Remember it, right?"

"Ah."

"I can still accompany you for a while even if I become a zombie, just like Uncle Cai and Erdan accompanied me before."

The wind blew over from the other side of the mountain, passing through the lush vegetation and ruffling the corners of her clothes. She looked calm, with a slight smile, as if she was not talking about what happens after death, but a future full of hope.

The terrain here is flat, and it won't accumulate water when it rains. When he developed this place into land, she could still see the figure of the zombie king working hard. Bai Xiao suddenly realized that he had been burying people all along. At first, he just didn't want to live near skeletons. At first, he cleaned up the dead bones and zombies that were everywhere near the village. Later, he buried the bones hidden in the closet in the uninhabited village nearby and the reveler who died on the road. Those were all strangers, but now, they are becoming people he knows.

Like a mourner, burying these people, known or unknown, sending them away one by one.

Friday, Uncle Choi...

A few days later, with his help, Lin Duoduo buried her father's body and gave him peace. Just like Aunt Qian said, let him go, the grave is very quiet and he can rest well.

She bid farewell to the past, and the old and new graves stood side by side, one was her mother who died of illness, and the other was her father who turned into a zombie.

They have found peace, no longer having to wander the world like wandering souls. Those who have struggled for a long time after the end of the world now have a place to rest.

"I came too late." Bai Xiao said.

Everything is coming to an end. I didn’t survive the disaster back then. Now, I can only be a gravekeeper in this desolate land, bidding farewell to all the survivors under the ashes one by one.

"No, you came just in time."

She held the zombie's hand and stood in front of the grave for a while.

The apricots in the village are ready to eat. They have turned from green to golden yellow. This year's harvest is not very good. The fruits are not as plump as in previous years, and there is not as much sweet juice. This may be because there has been too little rainfall this year, resulting in fewer fruits and the flesh is dry and hard.

The persimmon flowers are not solid and the fruit set rate is much lower than in previous years.

Bai Xiao didn’t know whether occasional watering in the past few days was helpful. Maybe it would be even worse if he didn’t water it.

He stood on the ladder, picked up some plump-looking apricots by grabbing the branches and threw them into the basket. Lin Duoduo looked up below, and occasionally when he saw a red one that looked juicy, he would throw it directly to her.

The hot weather continued, and when Bai Xiao thought that this kind of weather would last until late autumn, the weather suddenly changed in the afternoon. He and Lin Duoduo were still picking apricots with baskets on their backs. The fallen leaves were blown up by the strong wind, and bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground with crackling sounds. The dry loess was stirred up by the raindrops and raised dust.

I ran home with the basket. The rain was getting heavier, giving us a break from the sweltering heat. The vegetables in the fields no longer needed to be watered from the wells.

The rain was so heavy that it seemed to bring down all the previous rain. The dry land was moistened and the water flowed out along the bricks in the yard.

It rained for five days at a time. It would get lighter during the day but heavier at night, hitting the roofs and sheds. You could also hear the sound of leaves in the vegetable fields being hit by raindrops.

It was as if autumn had arrived in an instant, and the temperature dropped a lot. It was a bit cold to sleep on the small bed in the main room to escape the heat. Lin Duoduo went into the room barefoot in the middle of the night to get a thin blanket, covered the zombie with it, and covered herself with one as well.

Bai Xiao was thankful that there was enough firewood piled under the shed. In this kind of weather, the firewood outside could not be burned for a while and it would be difficult to pick it up.

That night, a gunshot was heard in the distance. Bai Xiao woke up in shock, put on a coat and looked at the rain. Lin Duoduo was also awakened. She sat up and lay on the windowsill.

The only sound that could be heard in the deep night sky was the sound of raindrops hitting the windows and the ground.

"Maybe something ran down." Bai Xiao comforted, "Let's go check it out tomorrow."

Things are coming down from the mountains more frequently nowadays, so it’s not uncommon to encounter them occasionally.

The rain had not stopped the next day, but it had become much lighter. Fine raindrops floated on faces. Bai Xiao, wearing a raincoat, and Lin Duoduo, who was holding an umbrella, got up early in the morning. The continuous rainy days made the roads outside slippery and muddy. Large areas of water accumulated in some places. The big locust tree in the middle of the village had lost many leaves and brittle branches. Not only was it raining heavily in the past few days, but the wind was also strong.

He walked along the slippery path all the way to Aunt Qian's place. He knocked on the door but there was no response. Bai Xiao climbed in wearing a raincoat and saw that Aunt Qian was dead.

(End of this chapter)