I sell Coke in the doomsday

Chapter 21: Arrogance

The next day, it was dawn.

I had no choice but to carry the axe and shotgun again, leaving Tongtong alone at home, and wait for the Shield Organization to show up again.

Before leaving, I went to take a special look at the planted potatoes. I knew that the potatoes were only buried yesterday, but I couldn't control myself and always wanted to go and take a look.

As if expecting a miracle to happen.

What a pity! God seems to be a very stingy person. From the time I was born until now, nothing that can be called a miracle has happened.

I reached out and touched the soft soil, and helplessly discovered that although the soil had become soft, it was definitely not fertile, lacked nutrients, and did not have much water.

I took out the rabbit's bones and buried them carefully in the soil, hoping that this would bring some nutrients to the yellowed soil.

By the way, can human corpses provide nutrients to the land?

For a moment, this somewhat inhumane thought somewhat domineeringly penetrated into my mind. Although it was fleeting, it left a strong mark in my mind.

My face turned ugly. This thought was what I hated the most. It meant that I had become a person like those beasts.

A breeze blew by, I lowered my head, slowly stood up, with a dim look in my eyes, and turned away.

Like yesterday, I was jogging along the deserted streets, carrying an axe and a shotgun. As my breathing became heavier, my body gradually became hot.

I hope I can empty my mind and not think about the terrible thought from before, but that devilish thought keeps circling in my mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

In the end times, being a saint will mean you die a miserable death.

I am not a saint. I have killed many people and I don't have any psychological burden about it.

However, I cannot, and I am not qualified to, use people as fertilizer and bury them in the soil to make the land fertile.

Once this kind of thing starts, it becomes difficult to control. Even though we know it is wrong, there is no way to stop it. It then becomes worse and worse, and we indulge in the temporary relief brought by violence.

Snapped!Snapped!

In order to stop myself from thinking about those strange thoughts, I slapped myself twice and forced myself to calm down. When I arrived at the destination, I started practicing the axe swinging action to divert my attention.

However, today I still didn't wait for the Shield Organization to arrive, and I just left a bunch of bloody fist marks on the wall again.

……

the next day.

I moved quickly towards the blood-stained wall, took a sudden step, clenched my right fist, and smashed it hard against the hard wall.

Boom! Amidst the dull sound, I still couldn’t wait for the Shield Organization’s people to show up.

……

Day three.

Boom!Boom!

I gasped and threw two punches at the blurred portrait on the wall. At this time, I was still patient and trained my fists step by step.

But today, I still didn’t meet anyone from the Shield Organization.

……

Day

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

I was completely disorganized and kept punching the wall as if to vent my anger. My fists landed on the blood-stained wall, but I seemed to have lost my sense of pain and kept punching as if I wanted to break the wall down.

……

Day 20

On that day, I didn't practice boxing. Instead, I swung the axe like crazy and chopped everything that could be chopped in the abandoned house into pieces with the axe.

The coffee table, the sofa, the old and rusty electrical appliances were all split in half by the sharp axe blade. When I heard these things shattering in front of my eyes, I felt a morbid pleasure.

I began to look forward to these broken pieces of furniture turning into living people, watching the flesh being torn and the blood splattering and falling on my face.

I want to keep their bodies and watch them slowly rot and stink, and watch the fat white maggots crawl on their bodies, burrow into their eye sockets, and eat them up.

Such crazy thoughts made me go crazy. I seemed to no longer care about anything. I just wanted to kill people and vent.

On this day, I didn't wait until dark, but packed up all my things early and prepared to return to my nest.

And those crazy thoughts have been tormenting me and making me sink. Those thoughts, like poisonous snakes, are wrapping around me tighter and tighter, making me feel like I'm about to suffocate.

To sink into oblivion might be a good ending.

But the only bit of rationality I had was still pulling me back desperately. I was hesitant and wavering, but in fact my heart was slowly drifting towards the abyss.

I know, I need my medicine.

As the sun sets, I return home. Resentment and malice gradually grow in my heart. Under the warm light, I see Tongtong sitting quietly on the sofa.

I walked slowly over, and Tongtong looked at me. I seemed to be able to see the joy and tenderness in her eyes, but I sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Without any nonsense, I gently turned sideways and just lay down, resting my head on Tongtong's legs.

Tongtong seemed a little at a loss when she saw this, but then she smiled sweetly at me, stretched out her little hand, gently placed it on my face, and slowly stroked it.

I don’t know if this is a new move that Tongtong learned from the family ethics drama she watched recently.

But at this time, I no longer cared about all these. I just stretched out my hands helplessly, hugged Tongtong's waist, and gently sniffed her scent.

If I were to say, those crappy things that drive me crazy are my illness.

Then... Tongtong, who makes me a little decadent, may be my only medicine. Her face, her eyes, and her smell always make me feel at ease.

Tongtong's cold palm fell on my face. I squinted my eyes and said a little discouraged.

"Tongtong, tell me if I am wrong."

I know Tongtong won’t answer and can’t answer, I just want to say it.

Each of us has the desire to express and talk, so we need friends and listeners of our own.

I buried my face deep in Tongtong's arms, feeling my sanity slowly returning, and along with it came some things that I had deliberately forgotten.

"Actually, a long time ago, I was paired with another person."

Without any warning, I began to tell Tongtong stories from the past.

"No surprise, he shot me for a bunch of cans."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, there was no sadness in my eyes, just a bit of helplessness, and my voice seemed a bit vague and unreal.

"It's a pity that I can't die, so the only one who will die is him."

"I was so angry that I put a gun to his head and questioned him."

"Why can't you live like a human being?"

Thinking of that time, that person answered, I suddenly laughed, but I didn’t look very happy, it was an ugly laugh, like crying.

"He said……"

He said that I was arrogant and superior, as if I came down from heaven, and had never opened my eyes to see the world.

Even now, I can still remember his angry and hoarse look.

"You're awesome! You're immortal!"

"No matter what, you can survive, but what about me? My parents, my wife and children all died in front of me!"

"But I am dying now."

He wiped his tears and screamed at me loudly, feeling angry and helpless.

"I eat garbage, I eat everything I can chew, I want to live, I want to live!"

"But what about you? You are immortal, and you can talk about conscience because you are not in any danger at all."

"What you see and what I see are completely different."

"Who the hell doesn't want to live like a human being? Do you think I don't want to?"

"You have no right to scold me!"

This is a memory I don't really want to recall, because at that time, I couldn't refute him at all.

As an immortal, I am indeed completely different from the world he sees.

I don't have to rush around every day for survival, nor do I have to worry about dying suddenly.

Even the zombies that are so scary to them are just a group of stupid guys in my eyes.

But he will never have the chance to know that I was once hung high up, treated like an animal, had my flesh cut off, my blood drawn, and my life was worse than death.

My life is no easier than his.

My memories came to an abrupt end, and the thoughts that were spreading rapidly seemed to slowly dissipate under Tongtong's comfort.

Tongtong's legs were very soft, like a great pillow. In a trance, my consciousness gradually became blurred, and I fell asleep while resting my head on Tongtong's legs.

Chapter 22 Fighting

Day thirty-seven.

At noon that day, I finally met the people from the Shield Organization.

At that time, amid the roar of cars, I leaned against the window and saw three cars with shield logos painted on them driving forward.

There were at least five people in each car. This team had about fifteen or sixteen people. Everyone was holding a gun. It seemed that the Shield Organization had a lot of supplies.

When I saw the shield logo, I felt a sense of relief. This matter has finally come to an end for the time being.

I grabbed the shotgun that had never been accurate, put the axe on my back, and quickly went downstairs.

When I came downstairs, the three cars had disappeared. I was not in a hurry. Since they were going to loot supplies, they would always stop.

I walked along the road, and after jogging for about thirty minutes, I finally saw the three cars parked in front of a dilapidated supermarket.

There were five people guarding the three cars in front of the door, and three drivers were sitting in the driving seats, ready to start the cars and escape at any time.

I hid on the side of the road, using a wrecked car nearby as my weapon and moved slowly. When I was within shooting range, I picked up my shotgun and aimed at one of the drivers.

But then I gave up this plan. According to my shooting skills, the probability of hitting the target with this shot is very low, and I need to get closer.

But there is no shelter nearby, how can I get close?

I thought about it again and again, and finally I could only sigh, hang the shotgun behind me, then raise my hands, walk out of the shelter confidently, and shout loudly to the five people who had not yet discovered me.

"Are you from the Shield Stronghold? I want to join the Shield Stronghold."

After hearing my voice, the five men immediately became alert, quickly lowered their heads, raised their guns and aimed at me, and I shouted again.

"I want to join the Shield Stronghold."

Hearing this, the five men looked at each other, and a middle-aged man with a beard lowered his head and winked at the driver next to him.

"Well, another fool who got fooled."

The driver chuckled, nodded in agreement and whispered.

"The rumors spread by the boss are quite useful. Every few days there are fools who want to take the bait."

"What should we do? Kill him now and use him as a 'human dart'?"

Meat darts are a special name for the Shield Organization. They are tools that can be thrown off the car to lure away the zombies when being chased by zombies.

"No rush, let him come over first and see if he has other accomplices, and then we can take them all down at once."

"it is good."

While those people were whispering, I kept walking towards them, pretending to be gentle.

When I walked in front of their car, a man came out of the car with a gun in his hand, smiling, and looked at the shotgun behind me and laughed.

"Brother, the gun is great."

I kept my hands raised, so they were not wary of me. While talking, the man walked up to me and started searching my pockets.

"I'm sorry, but everyone has to be careful in this world."

Listening to the other party's hypocritical words, I didn't say anything and let him search my pockets.