This is apocalyptic

Chapter 65: Walking Alone at the End of the World

The road from the mountain village to the town is quite familiar to me. I always take this road when I go scavenging.

There are very few zombies on the road. When you go there, you need to hurry and just push them away. When you come back, you are not in such a hurry, so you can deal with them.

This road will become safer and safer. Bai Xiao walked on the road. He was looking for a shelter, not moving. He only had a knife for self-defense, a large water bottle, a few clothes, and a pile of dry food.

New buds have just sprouted in the fields, with a faint hint of green.

Bai Xiao had never entered any of the villages he passed by while scavenging, so when he passed by those villages now, he would occasionally get closer to observe. Without exception, they were all dead silent. The Baiyang Village where a family lived that Lin Duoduo had mentioned was now empty, with no signs of human activity.

The road was long, so he didn't waste too much time in the villages along the way. He went all the way to the town, to Lin Duoduo's temporary stay in the town, opened the door of the large warehouse, and pushed the bicycle out.

There are also air pumps in the warehouse, and all the tires are inflated in advance. Bai Xiao put an air pump in his bag. This is what he learned from Lin Duoduo. Always be prepared for danger. Even if she goes to scavenge, she will prepare an air pump.

Don't worry about those old zombies who are attracted by the noise. The speed of a bicycle is not comparable to the zombies' staggering steps. Maybe it can catch up with it for a while by pedaling a tricycle. Just pass the bicycle in front of it and it will be gone.

On the endless road, the land is desolate and occasionally you can see scrapped cars covered with weeds.

When he arrived in Linchuan City, he did not stop, but turned and drove south, away from the tall buildings and the dead city.

On the road, I was chased by a dog that had turned into a zombie. Fortunately, the dog was seriously infected, so I stood up and pedaled the bike frantically, and shook it off.

When night fell, looking back, Bai Xiao could no longer see the shadow of Linchuan City. He looked in the direction he came from until the last ray of dusk disappeared.

The place where we stopped was a factory building.

The words "Xyuan Breeding Farm" can be vaguely seen on the faded iron sign outside, and the continuous stretch of buildings is of considerable scale.

The winter chill was still lingering, Bai Xiao wrapped himself in a leather jacket and observed whether there were any signs of human activities here.

He is not afraid of zombies. As long as he doesn't make any noise, the zombies will treat him as one of their own kind. They will not show respect to him as a king, nor show anger to him as a human, and will treat him as air.

The main focus is on people and animals. Animals will attack everything, whether it is human or zombies, and strangers will always be on guard, especially those who survived the early days of the disaster.

After a rough walk, I found that there were no livestock in the farm anymore. It was empty, with only a few zombies locked in the pens that used to be used for livestock.

Bai Xiao moved the bicycle into an empty room, wrapped in a leather jacket and leaned against the wall, took off his helmet, took a sip of water from the large kettle, then took out some dry food and chewed it carefully.

The taste of the dried locust flowers and elm seeds mixed together is a bit hard to describe, but it is much better than the porridge. I finished it with a sip of water and a mouthful of dry food, then took out a pen and a small notebook.

"We were far away from Linchuan City. I took a temporary rest in a place that should be called 'Nongyuan Farm'. I didn't see any other surviving humans along the way. I couldn't help but wonder if everyone died or went to a shelter. The latter is more likely, but this desolate road always gave me a depressing feeling. There were no more people around Linchuan City. At most, there were only scattered survivors. If anyone wanted to find a shelter, there was nothing worth looking for here."

Bai Xiao couldn't explain what mood he was in when he wrote these words. He knew that he might die on the road, but waiting to die there was not an option.

Putting away the notebook, he observed the corpse spots on his arm. They had not expanded since they stabilized last year.

It was already completely dark outside. Bai Xiao sealed the doors and windows to prevent rats or the like from running in, then he wrapped himself tightly in his clothes and leaned against the wall to rest.

As early as in that small courtyard, he had become accustomed to quietness and solitude.

If he had survived the initial stage of the disaster like Aunt Qian, Bai Xiao didn't know whether he would be like what Lin Duoduo said, that many people were very depressed and saw no hope for the future, so they chose to die.

The leather coat he was wearing was one he found in the village. It was very warm and not as heavy as a military coat.

There were birds singing outside at night, but I couldn't tell what kind of birds they were. They were hoarse and gloomy, not as clear as the ones I heard in the mountain village. The night passed quickly, and the air in the early morning was still a little humid. Bai Xiao climbed up to the roof of the highest building in the farm and looked around - everything he saw was no different from what he saw along the way yesterday.

He once analyzed that if there was a shelter, it must be eye-catching and easy to identify, such as having a huge fence around it to ensure that it would not be invaded by zombies, or it could be more solid, with high cement brick walls enclosing a piece of pure land.

These are just imaginations, but in any case, they are easy to recognize. They must be buildings that are very different from those before the disaster, because in those years, they had to guard against zombies.

The zombies back then were not like the ones they are now.

The sun rose in the east. He sat on the high roof of the factory building, ate something, drank some water, and looked at the direction of the sun for a while. Then he climbed down, pushed out his bicycle, said hello to the zombies in the fence, and headed south.

The road is not easy to walk on. When you come to a fork in the road, you have to stop and look at the map. The signposts beside the road section have long been blurred.

The hand-drawn map was equivalent to a complete memory in his mind. Bai Xiao easily found his location, then got on the highway and rode a bicycle like a backpacker.

There was no one in charge of the highway at this time, so there was no need to worry about someone sending him flying...

There is still some need to worry. After riding for more than an hour, Bai Xiao found that there was a pile of scrapped cars blocking the way ahead. Judging from their arrangement, they were blocked here deliberately. If you ride a bicycle and hit them at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, it can also be called a car accident.

He got closer and took a closer look. He found no signs of movement around. It was obvious that the pile had been piled up a long time ago, many years had passed, and he didn't know what the purpose was.

The bike had no choice but to be carried across and then set off again.

The old zombies on the road are occasionally attracted by the noise. It seems that they are the only ones left in the world, and no one knows where the remaining humans are hiding.

Bai Xiao was very confused. Logically speaking, humans should have fought back. Even though many people had died in the past few years, the zombies should have been able to organize an effective counterattack now that they were old. However, what he saw was not the case.

He had imagined what the outside world was like when he was in the mountain village, but when he actually saw it, he felt more and more confused.

There was not much water left in the kettle, and in the afternoon when he passed by the viaduct he wanted to go down to the river to boil some water and fill the kettle.

While he was busy, a voice suddenly sounded from far behind him: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Bai Xiao was startled. It was the first time he heard a voice other than Lin Duoduo and Aunt Qian. He put on his sunglasses and turned around. It was a man who looked to be in his forties. He was not tall, but full of energy. He was wearing a thick coat and holding a fork in his hand.

"Boil water." He raised the kettle to signal. In front of him was an iron box placed on the fire, with dried elm seeds boiling in it.

"Young man." Seeing that he was very young, the other party relaxed a little, "Where are you from?"

"In Linchuan."

Bai Xiao said.

The uncle looked at his bag, then at his bicycle and nodded slightly.

"Just eat this stuff? You're going to die on the way." Seeing the food cooked in the iron box, the uncle looked disgusted.

"You know where I'm going?" Bai Xiao was surprised.

"You are a young man, running around alone, where else can you go? It's either Chenjiabao or some other gathering place."

(End of this chapter)