This is apocalyptic

Chapter 4 004:3

Chapter 4 004:3
It's like a client meeting a prostitute, like a dung beetle meeting a dung ball, like a cat seeing the red dot illuminated by a laser pen.

The impulse was so strong that although Bai Xiao was still trying to restrain himself, his eyes were fixed on it without blinking, unable to look away at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Xiao moved.

He raised his injured hand and placed it flat on his chest, then used his other hand to gently move it, imitating the motion of using chopsticks to eat.

Bai Xiao doesn't want to become a zombie. He thinks he should restrain himself. At least, even if he becomes a zombie, he should be a zombie with dignity.

The moment the meat was taken away, Bai Xiao found himself growling in his throat, and he covered his mouth tightly. Fortunately, after the meat disappeared from his sight, the feeling mostly subsided.

The meat was replaced with a bowl of flour paste. There were no chopsticks, but there was a spoon. However, Bai Xiao did not use it. He picked up the bowl and drank it all. Only after he finished drinking it did he feel that it was a little hot and had no taste. He was still very hungry and it was completely useless.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Bai Xiao suddenly wanted to vomit, but he held it back, pinching his neck tightly to suppress the urge. He needed nutrition and sufficient food for his immune system to fight the virus. His immune system had not yet given up, and he could not cut off the food supply for the soldiers.

Picking up the water cup beside him and drinking a little, Bai Xiao then put the cup to his forehead with difficulty, hoping to cool it down a little. Although it was just a drop in the bucket, the slightly cool feeling made him feel a little comfortable.

This series of actions is more useful than writing. The other party has been observing, and then lowered his head to write something in a small notebook.

Bai Xiao guessed that it should be remembered that the infected people have a strong desire to survive?
Or is this zombie's behavior a little weird?
He felt that the other person smelled very good and couldn't help but sniffing, but he quickly restrained this very suspicious action. He tried hard to see the other person's face clearly. Even he was surprised that he was paying attention to the other person's face now.

It turns out she was a female science geek, that makes sense.

Bai Xiao suddenly realized that the other person smelled so good not because his immune cells had been killed and he had turned into a zombie, but because the girl smelled so good.

As for why I drool...

Probably because I drank too much water.

After a while, the other party put away the paper and pen, looked at him again, turned around and continued to wash his hair with his butt sticking out.

Bai Xiao was in a daze, struggling with the pain in his head while trying to stay conscious. Now he had some manic impulses that needed to be restrained.

The sun gradually moved away, and around dusk, the other party cooked some porridge and pushed it over to Bai Xiao. Bai Xiao didn't want to eat the porridge, but he still forced himself to eat it and then rest.

The other party left the yard with the double-barreled earth rifle and came back after an unknown amount of time. He didn't bring anything with him. It seemed as if he just went out for a walk, then went into the house. After a while, he came out again and threw something to Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao looked at it carefully, and after a moment he realized that it was a brace.

He looked at the other person, thought for a moment, put the braces in his mouth, and tried to open and close it. It was a little awkward, but not as serious as he had imagined.

Maybe my senses are gradually becoming dull?

This was something Bai Xiao didn't want to see, but there was no good way. Seeing that he had put on his braces, the other party said something, slowly approached, removed the chain locked on one end of the iron frame, and slowly walked to the other side of the wall.

After sitting down, Bai Xiao realized that the other party had moved him from the yard to the shed built here. There were some chopped firewood, some tools, and many sundries under the shed. This way, he didn't have to worry if it rained at night.

Bai Xiao didn't know if there was any major change in his appearance, but looking at the other person's vigilant eyes, he should not be optimistic. He kept quiet, trying hard to resist the urge to sniff the other person. It's just that saliva is very suspicious and annoying, especially after wearing braces, it is even more difficult to control.

"Thank you."

Bai Xiao said that after being infected, he could still give the noodles to help him resist the virus. Even if the other party had some research purpose, food was probably scarce in this environment. Although she was tied up, she still felt a hint of kindness. She could have shot the infected person at that corner and then rode away on her bicycle.

His tongue was still stiff, and he was not sure whether what he said was a word or some kind of vague roar. He did not think about it any more, but just watched the other party enter the house, thought for a while, wiped his saliva, and adjusted his braces. Fighting against all kinds of discomfort in his body, Bai Xiao was also feeling the changes in himself. He was worried that if he turned into a zombie, all his nerves would rot, leaving only eternal hunger. At present, the situation seemed to be okay - this good was only relatively speaking. His current condition could not be worse, but at least he had not started to pounce on people.

The next day, the high fever continued. The other party cooked batter and sat far away, sifting some grain with a winnowing basket. As he was some distance away, Bai Xiao did not recognize what it was and was not in the mood to look.

By the evening, his condition had become so bad that he even vomited some of the batter he drank.

I had no experience fighting infection, and I didn't even know if this could be considered a disease.

He could only drink water continuously, a lot of water. He would do the opposite of what the zombies needed, relying on his ruthlessness to fight against his increasingly serious instincts. He guessed that his eyes must be bloodshot now, blood red.

With his consciousness on the verge of collapse, Bai Xiao felt as if he was in the center of the ocean, his boat drifting in the storm and ready to capsize at any moment. It was like walking in the desert, his body dry as if he was about to wither.

But his heart was beating strongly, and the whole world turned into a huge heart, beating like drums in his ears, and he could easily feel the moment when the blood was pumped by the heart.

After enduring a difficult night, he was exhausted and leaned lazily against the wall. He couldn't see his own appearance, but he could tell from the other person's eyes that his condition must not be good.

Unexpectedly, by noon, Bai Xiao felt a little better. He had not recovered or absorbed the batter before, and was only left with a strong hunger. But now he had recovered some strength, and his fever seemed to be going down. Bai Xiao was not sure if this was an illusion. He just sat cross-legged, like a monk zombie who had achieved enlightenment.

The other party was obviously a little surprised when he saw him like this.

"I should still be saved, right?" Bai Xiao asked.

His tongue was still stiff, communication failed, his sluggish mind was thinking slowly, trying to practice appropriate vocal movements and methods, his tongue making restless sounds.

The other party took a piece of paper, wrote some words with a pen, and then pushed it to him. Bai Xiao stared at the paper in a daze. He recognized the words on it, but it was difficult for him to understand them. It required him to spend a lot of energy to put them together into coherent and meaningful sentences and analyze what the sentences on the paper meant.

"You...are infected..."

Bai Xiao felt his temple throbbing, and he thought his face must be very red.

"...a few...days..."

Bai Xiao raised his head and then lowered it again.

He stared at the words on the paper.

He recognized it and received what the other party wanted to express.

'How many days have you been infected?'

These are the words on paper.

He wanted to roar with excitement.

He picked up the pen and wanted to write, but then paused, as if thinking for a moment, and wrote:

"3."

Dudu