This is apocalyptic

Chapter 190 189: Raised by Zombies

Every time Lin Duoduo saw the zombie holding the cup and standing in front of the window in a daze, she had an indescribable feeling.

It was as if zombies were supposed to belong here, in the city, where everything was familiar to him, not like her, who used to treat it as a dead city where people scavenged, kicking the shriveled corpses on the street sides and leaving in a hurry when they found something useful.

He has many memories here, as if he has lived here for a long time. But there are no living people deep in the city.

The expression cannot be imitated, and she was very keenly aware of the melancholy of the zombies.

Every time this happened, Lin Duoduo wanted to feed him something to cheer him up - for zombies, the most delicious thing was herself.

But the zombies rejected the human flesh soup.

"Ugh……"

The Zombie King has actually always been quite magical.

Lin Duoduo recalled that the Zombie King was sitting under the shed, with iron chains on his hands and feet, sitting cross-legged, like a high monk.

It was better back then, but I wasn't as strong back then. I couldn't even hit the zombies with a stick. I was a bit weak.

She used to drool often at that time, but she hasn't done that recently - it's strange, ever since the zombies came back from looking for a shelter, every time she saw a zombie drooling at her, she found it very interesting. She also liked to tease the zombie king, making him drool over her, and put her fingers in his mouth and let him suck on them to taste the human flavor.

"You really aren't drooling anymore." Lin Duoduo suddenly realized that she couldn't remember the last time the zombie drooled.

"Yes, sooner or later my eyes will return to normal." Bai Xiao said while drinking the messy drink.

"Do you want to try my feet?" Lin Duoduo asked casually, glancing at the zombies out of the corner of her eye.

"No."

"Ximen Qing is like this."

"I'm not Ximen Qing."

"So you are Wu Dalang?"

"...I'd rather be Ximen Qing. No, I'm Wu Song, and you're a shameless vixen seducing my uncle."

"Zombie Wu Song." Lin Duoduo nodded.

"But I still think I'm a bit like Ximen Qing." Bai Xiao scratched his chin.

"Why?" she asked.

"You sneak glances at me from upstairs every day, and I can see you when I look up from downstairs." Bai Xiao seemed to be thinking about something at this moment.

"That woman was dressed up in a very frivolous way, either looking at people from behind the curtain or standing behind the window..."

He paused, clenched his fist and hit his palm hard, saying:
"You even hit me on the head with a bamboo stick!"

Lin Duoduo was startled. She hid behind the window and peeked at the zombie as he went out, and even knocked him on the head.

My feet became limp when he pinched them.

It’s over!

"Read less crap books. Next time, find me a copy of Journey to the West. I'll show you how to beat a zombie with a stick."

The zombie looked back and saw the human with beautiful eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes squatting in front of the stove. The small body looked weak and fragile to the zombie, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

No wonder, every time I went out and looked back, I felt a little strange when I saw Lin Duoduo holding a telescope behind the window.

"See monkeys?" Lin Duoduo asked.

"That's the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. He slays demons and monsters along the way, escorting Tang Monk to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

"Sun Wukong is a monster."

"Strictly speaking... before I completed my pilgrimage, I was a monster."

"All the monsters want to eat Tang Seng and are drooling over his flesh, but the monster Sun Wukong doesn't want to eat it." Lin Duoduo said with satisfaction.

"Oh, so you've already seen it." said the zombie.

There are zombies everywhere outside. There is nothing to do in the winter except reading some messy crappy books.

"When you left, I was alone in the village, and sometimes I would look through it," she said, adding a few more dead branches to the stove.

You have to live.

Lin Duoduo hugged her legs and watched the dead branches turn black, then red, and make slight crackling sounds in the fire.

She smiled. Having zombies around was much more interesting than when she was alive.

Even if the zombies were not so big and could not hunt, it would be good enough for them to be scared by the old zombie and scream and rely on her carrying basket to survive.

In the night wind.

There was the sound of zombies banging on the windows from the building opposite.

After dinner and turning off the stove, the zombie took the human downstairs. The corridor was pitch dark, and he was afraid that the human would miss the stairs and tumble down.

So every time he had to walk up the stairs at night, he would hold her up with one hand, and this human would rock on her toes and tilt her head to lean on his shoulder.

The night belongs to the zombies, making him take every step very steadily.

I don't know when it started snowing outside. According to that human's calculations, we have survived this year.

In the fourth year after the time travel, I slept in the same bed with the surviving humans.

She was lying on my back like an octopus, with one of her legs resting on my body.

It’s not as comfortable as in the mountain village, where you can roast chestnuts and dried meat over a fire, and eat dried persimmon cakes.

He didn't know how long he could live, but as he said at the beginning, it wasn't too bad. He should have died the moment he was infected. Everything that happened afterwards was just luck.

And she will continue to live until the day when she has no choice but to turn into a zombie.

The zombies and humans in the building huddled together, feeling that this winter was incredibly warm.

the next day.

The zombies are observing with binoculars.

The light snow kept falling on the old zombies on the street. Several zombies fell down in the cold night and could only crawl on the ground, having their bones broken by other zombies.

The human also took a telescope and observed the street outside with him.

“That zombie really squeezed in,” she said.

"Just one. Throw it out when I go downstairs." Bai Xiao also saw the old zombie that squeezed into the community through the gap.

It wanders aimlessly.

At first, it was attracted by the noise made by the zombie king's transformation in the building. Later, when the noise stopped, it should have dispersed, but there were too many old zombies crowding outside, filling up the crowded street, and then squeezed it in little by little.

The same thing happened to the zombie whose head was stuck in the door. He couldn't get in or out, he was just stuck there.

"If it has compassion, it should give the zombie a push and free its head." Bai Xiao saw the zombie with a stuck head again, "Otherwise, the zombie's head will fall off in a few days, with the body outside and the head inside the community."

"You should put up a barricade outside the door, or just block the intersection, and the street will be clean."

"It's not good to be too clean. It's lifeless."

Bai Xiao looked around while paying attention to the movements in the distance to see if he could see the black shadow that Lin Duoduo mentioned yesterday.

It must be because of the snow a few days ago that it came here to look for food.

"It's at the western corner. Do you see it?"

The human suddenly said.

"Well, it took away a zombie." Bai Xiao looked in the direction she said and happened to see the black shadow.

"It's like you, it grew up eating zombies." Lin Duoduo said softly.

Although it was far away, the feeling of oppression was exactly the same as that brought by the Zombie King.

"I've never eaten zombies." The Zombie King held a telescope in his hand and stared at the monster in the distance without blinking.

(End of this chapter)