This is apocalyptic

Chapter 219 218: Four
It rained all day and the ground was wet.

Bai Xiao knew that it wouldn't be long before grass and trees would grow lushly out of the soil. Whether it was on the streets, in the cracks of concrete roads, or in the corners of some shops, they would all be covered with wildly growing plants.

Bamboo shoots in the park will also pop up.

In fact, humans are essentially animals and are closely related to nature. Those monsters have a hard time in the cold winter, and neither do humans.

In the meantime, Lin Duoduo boiled some water and made a large cup of sesame paste and milk powder for him. The warm expired milk powder went into his stomach and immediately replenished some energy.

She also wore a raincoat and collected the grass and tree roots that the zombies had turned over from the ground to prevent them from coming back to life by getting into the soil.

The rain was drizzling, and the ground became loose after the rain. It should have been moistened again and turned over after the rain stopped. However, Bai Xiao was not so free as he needed to go out on sunny days. Now he happened to be free, so he worked with Lin Duoduo to improve the environment of the living area.

The insects that had been hiding in the ground for the winter were turned out. Humans don’t eat them, and neither do zombies. Lin Duoduo put them in a bottle and threw them to the little monster as a snack.

Anyway, these bugs were much better than the strange moldy and caked powder, and the little monster ate them happily - even its skinny body didn't make it unhappy.

As soon as the drizzle falls, green sprouts appear on the streets, from among the rotten grass, as if newly born. There are a little more of them every day, and the fresh green color shows that the cold winter is over.

After the cold fog dissipated and a sunny day came, there was finally some color between the lifeless gray sky and the brown dead grass.

During the break between work, Lin Duoduo huddled in the corner to bask in the sun with the zombies. The wind was not so cold at this time, and the sun's heat was a little higher.

There were several monsters tied to tree stumps in the community, waiting to be eaten. They were also lying on the ground basking in the sun. Only the zombie squirrels had no instincts, just like real zombies, their sluggish eyeballs kept turning to where there was movement.

On a sunny day.

Green grass has also grown at the gate of the community, breaking out from the ground, with a vigorous breath of life, which is completely the opposite extreme of the old zombies that are so close.

The grass and trees died in the heavy snow, and turned a dead yellow in winter. But as soon as the winter was over, they would become full of vitality again. Only people died in the disaster, and they were really dead. There were fewer and fewer living people, and even the zombies were gradually decaying.

Zombies and humans squatted in the corner basking in the sun, looking at the ragged old zombies at the door, not wanting to think too far into the future. There are too many unexpected events in a person's life, and they are always caught off guard. This was the case even before the disaster, let alone after twenty years of desolation.

At least now, they are all alive and well, and trying to live a better life.

He sowed the seeds he brought with him on the original lawn. In fact, this kind of wasteland is not suitable for planting. Fertilizer, water sources, pests, compaction, acidity and alkalinity... are all problems. The harvest is limited, not even as good as the vegetable patch he had made in the courtyard of the mountain village with riverbed silt... All things are difficult at the beginning, but you can always harvest something.

Just like growing vegetables in the garden of a big villa, the zombie is very open-minded and believes that things will get better and better.

After not seeing you for a few days, there was more hazy green on the streets outside, rising inch by inch almost every day.

There aren't that many in the community, but they are also breaking through the ground. Lin Duoduo walks around them every day and pulls out some of the sprouting grass and thorny vines.

She didn't like the waist-high weeds here. This was the only pure land between her and the zombies.

We can't do anything about it outside, so we can only clean up this neighborhood. Even that is not easy, as the neighborhood is very large and we are suppressing the natural environment to the best of our ability.

As soon as spring comes, it's time to start getting busy. This is actually the life that Lin Duoduo is more accustomed to and more adapted to. There is something to do every day and she is busy.

The dew was heavy in the early spring morning, and the old zombies were covered in dust and dirt. As usual, I greeted them through the door.

In fact, once you get used to seeing these zombies, you will find them ugly and cute. Although they are not as strong and sturdy as the zombie king, they are not that scary. After all, they are very rotten.

Like a group of hunchbacked old men, staggering and slow.

There was a fallen zombie outside the door, with weeds taking root and growing out of its eye sockets, lush and green.

The boundary between life and death is just a door away. "A lot of zombies died this winter." Lin Duoduo said.

"I didn't have long to live anyway."

Bai Xiao glanced at the old zombies and corrected them: "It should be last winter."

"Oh yeah, it's a new year."

Lin Duoduo fell silent after she finished speaking, as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?" asked the zombie.

"I wonder if I'm twenty-three or twenty-four." She couldn't remember clearly. That was how it was in the apocalypse. No one would keep track of the years.

Only the generation before the disaster, her parents, Uncle Cai, and Aunt Qian, would like to record a certain year. But now that generation is almost all dead. Some have killed others, some committed suicide, and many more have turned into zombies and are wandering around the city.

"She is a mature woman now, otherwise she wouldn't be so horny all the time." said the zombie.

"You are a slut! You are a slut every day!" Lin Duoduo glared at him.

"Twenty-three, this is our fourth year together."

The Zombie King still remembers that the human being was skinny back then, but now he is more mature and charming, no longer a skinny little girl. Although he cannot be said to be plump and juicy, but... he is becoming more and more mature after all.

"The fourth year...it goes by so fast." Lin Duoduo sighed.

"Well, the best age is from the teens to the twenties."

Bai Xiao also realized that this human had grown up. When they first met, he was indeed a little immature compared to now. At that time, she was very happy just to warm his feet, but now it was incredible.

"How old are you?" she asked. She remembered asking this question, but the Zombie King said he was two years old because it started from the time he turned into a zombie.

"Just call me brother." said the zombie.

"The zombies have grown up too." Lin Duoduo said.

Indeed, in every sense...

The Zombie King suddenly wanted to know what Lin Duoduo was like at the age of 30, but it was difficult.

Seven years... too long, so long that it makes people despair.

The restless zombies were stopped outside the door. Lin Duoduo tied her trouser legs tightly, carried a rifle and a hoe, and walked in the community, just like she did in the fields back then.

From youth to maturity, she and a zombie depended on each other for survival.

Lin Duoduo wore jeans and a coarse cloth jacket, covering herself tightly to prevent the insects that woke up in the spring from crawling into her clothes. This was a habit left over from the past.

Her hair was tied into a bun, with a few strands hanging down from the sides of her ears.

The Zombie King really wanted to poke the middle of Tuanzi's hair with his finger, which would look very cute, but that would make Lin Duoduo look down on him with her eyes, because the zombie had poked her more than once.

(End of this chapter)