This is apocalyptic

Chapter 43: Weak Humans of the Old Times

The trust between the two people, which was hard-won, was broken in an instant.

The zombie king with a scary hairstyle lost his trust in Lin Duoduo.

There was no calendar, but I estimated that by June, the sun was scorching. As time went by, the yard next door was finally completely tidied up. Not only was the roof repaired, but the walls were also reinforced so that it would not collapse in a heavy rain.

His neck was burning from the sun, and Bai Xiao stood in the yard, admiring the fruits of his labor.

The house where many people had died became less eerie after being cleaned up. At first glance, it even looked better than Lin Duoduo's house.

In Lin Duoduo's yard, there were a lot of useless things piled together, which was far less tidy and spacious than the new yard.

"Is there any way to repair this well?" What gave Bai Xiao the most headache was the well in the yard. This well had been abandoned for many years and could no longer be used.

"I don't know how." Lin Duoduo doesn't have this skill.

The well in her yard has always been used in the same way. If it breaks one day, there is nothing she can do but bite the bullet and try to repair it.

"Then we have to fetch water from your side." Bai Xiao said.

"You can go somewhere else and find a water tank and bring it over to clean it."

There are also many useful things in the village. If you need anything, you can go to other abandoned houses to find it.

"Look."

Bai Xiao went out and saw Uncle Cai in the distance. He suddenly pointed and asked, "Did you do this?"

Uncle Cai had a small trumpet flower pinned on his ear, which made this lame zombie look less scary.

Lin Duoduo shook her head, "Not you?"

"No."

"That's Aunt Qian."

Lin Duoduo lowered her eyes, walked around Uncle Cai, and went to the place where she remembered the water tank. The old house wall was easily damaged by weeds, and it collapsed during a rainstorm, breaking the water tank.

Bai Xiao walked on the path and looked back at Uncle Cai, who was wearing morning glory. He couldn't help thinking that before the disaster, young Aunt Qian and Uncle Cai would also play such a joke. Now things have changed and Uncle Cai no longer has any reaction to Xiaohua.

In the distance, the house where Aunt Qian lived stood there silently, peacefully, with its old walls somewhat mottled.

Bai Xiao found a water tank that was neither too big nor too small, and pushed it diagonally, letting its bottom touch the ground and slowly rolling towards where he lived. Lin Duoduo took a stick, and if Uncle Cai and Erdan came over, they had to be pushed away.

After everything was sorted out, it seemed that nothing was missing. Bai Xiao truly felt that he had a place of his own.

It's amazing. I used to work like a slave but couldn't afford to own a house, but now I have my own home.

"You don't have to sleep in the shed anymore." Lin Duoduo said.

"Of course!"

Bai Xiao likes this house very much.

There are just not enough neighbors, with only Lin Duoduo living next door. It would be better if there were more people.

After cleaning the water tank, Lin Duoduo found a very long water pipe, which she had picked up while scavenging. If connected, it would just extend from the wall, so she placed the water tank next to the wall.

Then she shouted and started pumping water into the well. The cool well water flowed out of the pipe and continuously poured into the water tank next door. After a while, Bai Xiao shouted stop, and she stopped.

"There haven't been any new people in the village for a long time!" Lin Duoduo popped her head out from the wall, "I didn't expect the new neighbor to be a zombie."

"Infected sounds better."

Bai Xiao turned around and looked at the yard. Unfortunately, there was no shed in the yard.

I don’t know if it was because he was addicted to sleeping in the shed, or because he had survived the infection in the shed, but he was actually a little reluctant to leave and still wanted to sleep in the shed.

"Do I think I survived?" Bai Xiao suddenly said.

"You have survived a long time ago." Lin Duoduo said. Bai Xiao did not explain. From the time he suddenly came to this terrible place and was infected by zombies to now having his own small courtyard, he felt that he could not go back.

Those past events seem like things from the previous lifetime.

Standing in the yard at this moment, he had a sense of reality of living in this world.

There are two old zombies wandering in the village. In the silent ruins, there is only Lin Duoduo, a neighbor, and an old woman living alone in the distance.

into the night.

The matter of death here that Lin Duoduo mentioned before has faded away. Bai Xiao chose a smaller house and moved in. This was the first time he slept in a bed since returning from scavenging in the city.

The moonlight shines through the window, very bright.

Lin Duoduo didn't sleep. She opened the window and looked at the shed in the yard. The Zombie King was no longer there. Instead, he lived in his own house next door.

Life is like this, slowly sorting things out, slowly doing things, and things will gradually get better.

Or maybe he died.

Fortunately, the Zombie King is not dead and is alive and well. Early in the morning before dawn, I heard him jumping around in the yard next door.

The hard work these days made his skin color darker, and he became a little thinner and stronger.

Bai Xiao wants to be a zombie with abdominal muscles.

If a person is infected and becomes a zombie, but he washes his face and brushes his teeth every day, does his laundry diligently, and behaves politely, who would dare to say that he is a zombie?
Then he would develop abdominal muscles and look healthier than normal people. Then he would be a normal person, and Lin Duoduo would be a weak, frail human from the old era.

"What bad intentions do you have?" Lin Duoduo felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"I feel more and more that this is a higher-level life form, not a virus."

Bai Xiao did not tell her about the concept of the weak humans of the old era. Firstly, he wanted to protect Lin Duoduo's self-esteem, and secondly, he had to learn how to survive from this human.

"Having corpse spots means it's advanced?"

"Don't mind those little flaws, after all, evolution is not perfect yet."

If the worst happens and the infection spreads to all living things, then he will be the only one who survives.

If you want to train your abdominal muscles, you need to get the right nutrition.

Bai Xiao went out carrying the big bamboo basket made by Lin Duoduo, wearing sunglasses and with a head of dog-chewed hair, trying to live alone.

Because the weather was hot, he also got a big kettle and hung it around his waist, standing under the scorching sun with a stick in his hand.

A gust of wind blew, shaking the dilapidated windows and doors. He walked through the village path and headed towards the hillside.

A figure was seen in the distance. It was not a zombie, but a person wearing a straw hat. Bai Xiao recognized it as Aunt Qian.

As they got closer, Aunt Qian glanced at him, then at the bamboo basket behind him, and said, "Be careful."

"what?"

Bai Xiao didn't expect that Aunt Qian's first words were to tell him to be careful, and he was stunned.

"There are sometimes traps here. Watch carefully to avoid getting pricked." Aunt Qian took out a wild rabbit from a pit, and it was still struggling in her hands.

"Thank you."

Bai Xiao took a careful look. There were markings around the trap, so he could still recognize it if he paid attention.

Just when he thought Aunt Qian was going to leave, he unexpectedly found Aunt Qian just standing there with no intention of leaving.

"Are you living with Duoduo now?" Aunt Qian did not leave with the rabbit in her hand. Instead, she looked at Bai Xiao again and asked.

(End of this chapter)