I sell Coke in the doomsday

I sell Coke in the doomsday

Author: Drunk

Summary:

After many years, I still remember it.

That day, a zombie bit me, then spat at me and walked away with a gloomy face.

Chapter 1: An extremely perfunctory beginning

If there is anything that I will remember until my next life, it must be that thing.

To this day, I still remember clearly that after that damn zombie bit me, he spat at me and then walked away with a gloomy face.

I didn't die, I didn't go crazy, and I didn't turn into a zombie. On the contrary, from then on, all the zombies accepted me as one of their own kind and never attacked me again.

In fact, it’s okay if they attack me. At most I’ll just be spat on a few times.

As for my body and my career in this doomsday, they are just like the end of the world, extremely perfunctory and shitty.

Ten years ago, on an ordinary day, almost everyone on the planet received a scam text message that was like a prank.

"Hello, I am the God of Creation on Earth. Now I am making a bet with the Goddess of Creation next door. As long as you reply and call me dad three times, the Goddess of Creation will lose."

"When I win, I will grant you one wish, no matter how outrageous it is."

There is no doubt that everyone regarded this stupid text message as a prank, and I was no exception.

But at that time, I was already seriously ill and dying. Lying on the hospital bed, with some unknown thought in my mind, like a fool, I replied to the other party three times "Dad" and made my wish.

I want a healthy body that can drink Coke anytime and anywhere.

This was a very simple wish, but for me at that time, it was a luxury. However, the next day after I sent the text message, my wish came true.

At the same time, another lucky person like me also had his wish come true.

His wish is that the world will end.

So, against this outrageous, fucked-up, and extremely perfunctory backdrop, the end of the world has come.

The zombie virus is spreading rapidly throughout the world at a terrifying speed.

Zombies do not have the strength to go head-on with modern weapons, but what makes them scary is not the zombies, but the infectious virus that can penetrate anywhere.

Civilized society quickly collapsed under the erosion of the zombie virus. They were not defeated by the zombies, but only fell to the zombie virus that spread at a terrifying speed.

And I, have survived in this apocalyptic wasteland with a body that is weirdly healthy and the magical ability to take out Coke at any time.

Many years later, when I think back to what happened back then, I always think about it.

That so-called creator god must have very low Chinese scores, right?

Up to now, there are only a few humans left on Earth who have antibodies to the zombie virus. They cannot be infected with the zombie virus through other means, but if they are bitten by zombies, they will still be finished and transformed into zombies.

In order to protect themselves, the remaining humans fled the zombie-infested cities and went to the woods and the countryside, where they built fortresses and formed forces of varying sizes.

And I became a traveling merchant, selling Coke to humans in various strongholds in exchange for the supplies I needed.

……

“Thirty bottles of Coke for a diesel generator?”

"Why the hell don't you just go and rob it?"

A fat man with a greasy face and wearing a dirty leather jacket looked at me sideways and expressed dissatisfaction with my pricing.

I am also very dissatisfied. In this world, bargaining is no different from cutting me off.

"This is all the Coke I bought at a high price. Look at the world now. Apart from me, where else can you find Coke?"

"You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too."

In this decade-long apocalypse, Coke is indeed a scarce commodity. It contains sugar and calories, so such a thing is naturally not cheap.

After failing to bargain, the fat man cursed and asked his subordinates to move out a diesel generator. I was very glad that the fat man did not choose to take out the pistol hidden in his pants.

I directed the fat man's little brother to put the diesel generator on my broken pickup truck. The fat man took out a cigarette he rolled himself, stuffed one into my pocket, and then winked at me and said.

"Brother, if you bring ten more bottles of Coke, you can choose a girl to marry here."

"Why don't you consider picking a suitable one and taking it back to play with?"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's not that I didn't want to, but I couldn't. In this doomsday, my special physique attracted more flies than a corpse.

In the past ten years, I have chosen to stay in the base with other people, but when people discovered my special physique, the nightmare began.

Religion did not perish along with modern civilization. Instead, it flourished in this hopeless wasteland. New statues of gods were erected one after another, giving the remaining humans so-called hope.

So, after being nailed to the statue by people for the seventh time, I completely gave up. Compared with the humans who treated me as a tool, those stupid zombies were actually safer.

The gate of the stronghold slowly opened, and I drove my broken pickup truck out of the stronghold and raised my middle finger to the fat man who was watching me go away.

I will never come to this human stronghold again.

According to my experience, if I come with a truckload of Coke next time, this fat guy will definitely arrest me, put a gun to my head, and force me to tell him where I got the stuff from.

It was getting dark. On the desolate road, weeds were overgrown and many white bones stood on the roadside. A crow landed on a skull and pecked at the smooth skull with its sharp beak.

The roar of the car attracted the attention of some zombies. They ran over, but after seeing my familiar pickup truck, they stood there in disappointment.

Yes, based on my close contact over the years, I can be sure that these zombies have the ability to remember, and they are slowly changing, becoming more and more like normal creatures.

Perhaps, many years later, they will completely replace humans and become new intelligent creatures on Earth.

However, this is not something I should worry about. All I want now is to go home, turn on the electricity to my little home, take a hot bath, curl up comfortably on the sofa, watch the DVDs I collected from all over the city, and drink a bottle of Coke.

Continue to live my fucking life.

Chapter 2 Desolation

Zombies seem to be nocturnal animals. During the day, they always lie lazily on the ground basking in the sun. Unless they smell human scent, they are too lazy to move.

At night, the zombies become full of energy, wandering and roaring throughout the city. They obviously don’t have a nightlife, so why are they so excited?

So, when night fell and I slowly drove into the city, the zombies had already started running around the streets, blocking my way home.

I honked the horn angrily, leaned out of the car window, and yelled at the zombies blocking my way.

"Old Wang! Get the hell out of my way!"

The zombie seemed a little confused. He turned his head to look at me, and then made a bunch of sounds that I couldn't understand.

"Wooooooooooooooo?"

I continued to honk the car horn while pointing and cursing at the zombie.

"Oh my god, do you still have any sense of public morality? If you don't go home, I have to go home too!"

This is one of my pleasures, pretending that these zombies are living people, talking to them, swearing at them, trying to deceive myself and tell myself that I am not alone.

It's sad that this is the only way I can remind myself that I'm still a human being.

Zombies have very sensitive hearing, so they don’t like the noisy horns of cars. The zombies blocking the road seem to understand that as long as they don’t give way, I will keep pressing the button.

So, after some unwilling roars, the zombies blocking my way made way for me.

I continued driving forward with satisfaction, greeting the zombies on the roadside in a familiar manner.

"Bye, Lao Wang."

"I'll play chess with you someday."

Ten minutes later, I finally returned to my little nest.

It was an upscale residential area, a place I had never dared to dream of, but now it was just covered with weeds and deserted empty houses.

For convenience, I live on the first floor of the community, but even so, moving that diesel generator almost cost me half my life.

It took me half an hour to move the diesel generator into my room, skillfully connected the circuit, poured diesel into it, and then amid the shrill roar, the lights in my room finally came on.

Under the cold light, I collapsed on the sofa, sweating all over, but I had to get up immediately to check whether the light would shine through the curtains.

I don't need to guard against zombies, on the contrary, I am on guard against my own kind.

In this doomsday, there may still be basic order in human strongholds, but in this city surrounded by zombies, those humans who risk their lives to search for supplies are like hungry beasts. As long as you show the slightest smell of blood, they will eat you alive.

After checking the curtains, I finally felt relieved, took a long breath, collapsed on the sofa, and turned on the TV with the remote control at hand.

On the TV wall, there was an old DVD player that made some noise and lit up a blue indicator light. I set the volume very low, so no sound could be heard outside the window.

As the DVD player started up, the TV screen finally showed a picture. I stretched out my hand and a bottle of Coke appeared in my hand.

On TV, a cliché soap opera that I had watched half of a while ago was playing. The plot was lame and out of touch with reality, but I watched it with gusto.

For ten years, I could only see this once bustling city in old DVDs.

Looking at the normal people living their lives on TV, I felt as if I were in another world.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the couch with the Coke bottle falling onto it, leaving a large stain, and the TV was on all night.

I don't remember who said that the meaning of life lies in the courage to bear the meaninglessness of life.

I don’t know if my life has any meaning. I only know that I am an ordinary person without courage, living in this devastated world.

The next day, I woke up from the sofa. The thick curtains blocked out all the sunlight. Without the lights, the room would be terrifyingly dark.

As I was in a daze, I took out a can of meat from the refrigerator and threw it into the pot to boil.

The shelf life of canned food is generally two years, so these cans have long expired and tasted strange, but I had no other choice.

While eating the inedible food, I thought aimlessly that maybe I could open a vegetable garden in front of the house, but I have to keep those annoying stupid zombies out first, otherwise they will trample the vegetables.

Potatoes might be a good choice, as they are relatively easy to grow, but before that, I have to get some seeds first.

After a breakfast that was hard to describe, I put on some shabby clothes, put on a big backpack, and finally took a shotgun for self-defense.

After the apocalypse, all kinds of guns were available, and I was shot more than a dozen times. But because of my wish, I had to live healthily, so I could not be killed.

But that feeling hurts and I don't want to go through it again, so if someone shoots me, I will fight back without hesitation.

Even if I am immortal, even if the other party is just a fragile human being.

After making all the preparations, I walked out of the community with my shotgun on my back. The sun was shining brightly today, but on the streets there were zombies lying on the ground basking in the sun.

Sometimes, I would accidentally step on them, and they would just look at me lazily and ignore me.

I walked through the streets and alleys and started my pleasant journey of picking up trash.

The houses nearby were almost completely searched by me, so this time I had to go a little further.

The desolate road was already overgrown with weeds, and from time to time you could see hares squatting on the side of the road, gnawing on the grass roots. My shooting skills were poor, so I didn't want to waste my bullets.

I drooled as I looked at the hare, imagining what it would taste like, but when I got home, I could only face the pile of smelly cans.

After walking aimlessly for three hours, my luck finally came.

A tall library appeared before my eyes. I ran over happily, broke down the door and walked in.

For other humans in the apocalypse, the library is not of much value, but for me, these books can fill my empty and boring life.

The library was well preserved. Apart from the thick dust, everything was perfect. I opened my backpack and rummaged through the bookshelves.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude"... No, I am already very lonely and don't want to see other people's loneliness.

"Lolita"...well, you can keep it.

"White Deer Plain"... I've seen it, I don't want it.

While searching randomly, I was pleasantly surprised to find that this library actually had comics. I frantically stuffed the comics on the bookshelf into my backpack.

After stuffing more than a dozen comic books into the bookshelf, I stopped and looked at the messy bookshelf. I suddenly felt a little irritated, angry, and powerless.

Those wonderful stories no longer seem to emerge in my mind. The fragments of past civilization make me feel frustrated in this mess.

A strange smell came into my nose from somewhere, it was foul.

I know, that's the smell of my life slowly decaying.

Chapter 3: Decay

Those comic books were much heavier than I thought, so I simply left them at the door and continued walking deeper into the library alone.