I sell Coke in the doomsday

I instinctively wanted to rub my stupid head with my hands, but was surprised to find that my hands and feet were completely tied up.

Such a familiar feeling.

I looked around and saw that I was hung on a wooden stake with my hands and feet tied. Next to the fire under the platform, a cute little girl was holding a fairy tale book and looking at me with interest.

“So it’s this time.”

I muttered to myself, then looked up at the little girl and called softly.

"Long time no see, Zisu."

The first year of the apocalypse, the Corpse God Cult.

Chapter 2: Escape from the Corpse Cult

The evening breeze blows gently on my face, bringing a hint of coolness.

After five years of winter, the chirping of insects in the summer nights is so beautiful.

I moved my arms but couldn't break free. I was stunned for a moment. Well, my body hasn't been strengthened yet. I only have the physical strength of an ordinary person. It is impossible for me to break free.

Next to the burning fire, the petite and adorable Zi Su looked at me nervously. She held the fairy tale book in her hands and asked anxiously.

"Brother, I...didn't tell you my name."

Probably not. This should have happened nine years later, not now.

I raised my head slightly and looked at the still young Zi Su, but my eyes appeared her heroic appearance nine years later.

It’s great that everyone is still here.

With a thought, a few cans of Coke appeared on the rope that bound my arms, and the space created for the Coke instantly tightened the rope.

Since my body hasn't been strengthened yet, I can only use the old method to escape from this damn place.

Bang! With a dull sound, the ropes that bound my hands and feet were forcibly broken under the stunned gaze of Zi Su, and I fell to the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Well, my body has not undergone high-intensity exercise yet, my leg strength is no different from that of an ordinary person, and my explosive power is also very poor, making me unsuitable for head-on conflicts with others.

While assessing my physical condition, I stood up and moved my wrists and legs, completely unaware that young Zi Su had been so frightened by what was happening before his eyes that he dropped the fairy tale book in his hand to the ground.

After a moment, I took a deep breath, walked towards Zi Su with a smile, squatted down, picked up the fairy tale book in my hand, put it back into her hands, and then gently stroked the child's little head with my palm.

Zi Su did not resist this action, and the vigilance in her eyes slowly dissipated. I really wanted to explain something to her, but now was not the time.

The huge amount of memory in my brain has not yet been truly integrated. It is just mobilized by my consciousness like instinct. The most urgent thing is to find a place to organize this terrifying amount of memory.

By the way, make some preparations.

I sighed, my eyes softened, and I spoke softly to Zi Su, who was a little at a loss.

"brat."

"Go back to bed. I'll come see you later."

Hearing this, little Zi Su looked confused, but still did as I said very obediently, turned around, took cute little steps, and quickly left here.

I stood there, watching Zi Su disappear into the darkness, then picked up a medium-sized stone from the roadside and slowly stood up.

With my current strength, I can't lift any heavy weapons, and even the stones I lift are only the size of bricks.

However, this is enough.

I weighed the stone in my hand and walked into the darkness. At this moment, as if by instinct, my mind flashed with the scene of me escaping from the Corpse God Cult again and again in this cycle of reincarnation.

Each time, the timing of my escape was different and the route I took was also different. I repeated this one hundred and seven times and successfully pieced together a complete map in my mind.

I strolled leisurely in the Corpse God Cult's stronghold, sticking to the walls and weeds, squatting and standing up, so skillfully that I even felt helpless.

In that vast amount of memory, there were cases where I had failed to escape, and the successful ones marked where there were the most guards.

I crawled forward in the darkness, heading towards the east of the Corpse God Cult.

The entire Corpse God Cult was built against the mountain. The whole building was backed by the mountain to the west and faced east. The main gate was also built at the east gate. As far as I remember, there were cars parked there, but there were no keys.

I successfully avoided the patrolling guards along the way and came to the simple shed where the cars were parked. In the small house next to the shed, the light of an oil lamp was on.

In my memories of failure, this seemed to be where the car keys were stored, and there were four guards inside, taking turns on duty at night.

In one of my failed attempts, I broke into this room and was pinned to the ground by four people inside.

But this time, the ending is destined to be different.

I stood at the door, stretched out my hand, and gently knocked on the tattered wooden door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Who is it? Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of attracting zombies?"

As a man cursed, footsteps sounded in the house and slowly approached. I clenched the stone in my hand and got ready.

Snap, the next moment, the wooden door opened wide, and a fat man stuck his face out, yawning. At this moment, I suddenly exerted force with my palm, holding the stone, and drew a straight line in the darkness. With the sound of wind, it fell heavily on the man's face.

Crack! The crisp sound of bones breaking was transmitted to my ears along the bones of my knuckles. I really love this sound.

Under the heavy blow, the man fell straight to the ground, and I didn't know whether he was dead or alive. I stepped into the room, holding the bloody stone, and looked at the remaining three people.

The three people in the room were not asleep, but what just happened was too fast and they didn't have time to react at all. At this moment, they all stood up in surprise and looked at my face with horror.

At this moment, a sharp gong sound suddenly rang out in the Corpse God Cult's stronghold. It seemed that they had discovered that I had escaped.

I smiled at them, then suddenly took a step forward and ran towards the three people. The three people finally reacted and came up to me with bare hands.

Ding! I swung my right arm and threw the stone like a cannonball at a man's face. Then I leaned over, stepped forward, pressed my body against the fist of another man, and thrust my two fingers together, accurately and silently stabbing into the man's eye socket.

In the first year of the apocalypse, the people here cannot be said to be battle-hardened, and their hand-to-hand combat abilities are still at the basic level.

But I have hundreds or even a thousand years of hand-to-hand combat memories, force-generating techniques, and vital weaknesses that are incomparable to them.

After quickly dealing with two people, I blocked one person's fist with my right arm, stepped forward and bent my legs, and suddenly punched out with my right fist, from bottom to top, hitting the man's chin hard.

After one punch, the man collapsed to the ground. I followed him, picked up the stone that fell on the ground, and smashed it hard on his face.

I didn't stop what I was doing until the blood splattered on my face.

I looked around, quickly stood up, and grabbed a handful of car keys hanging on the wall. There were no guns in the house, so I didn't waste time searching. I took the car keys and walked straight out of the house.

At this time, the entire Corpse God Cult's stronghold was alight with flames, and everyone was lighting torches like crazy, looking for me everywhere.

I saw the flickering flames coming towards me. It was a pity that I didn’t have a gun, otherwise I could have killed a few more people.

After trying, I successfully opened the door of a car, quickly turned the key, and shifted gears. When the people from the Corpse God Cult approached, I had already turned the car around, stepped on the accelerator, and amid the roars of the crowd, I crashed through the simple wooden door and drove away.

I saw in the rearview mirror some people who were still unwilling to give up and were chasing after me with torches, so I reached out of the window and gave them the middle finger.

In the dark night, I don’t know if those people can see my middle finger clearly, but it doesn’t matter if they can’t. Sooner or later, I will come back and give them the middle finger again in front of them.

I drove the car all the way out of the mountain, but the members of the Corpse God Cult did not drive after me, perhaps because they were worried about being attacked by zombies at night.

The car was driving smoothly. In the summer evening breeze, there was a smell of grass after the rain. I sniffed this smell greedily.

I haven't smelled this scent for a long time. In the last reincarnation, for a full five years, there was only the dizzying white snow and cold air.

This is obviously a process that should be repeated countless times, but at this moment I feel like I have been reborn.

It feels so good to be alive. It feels so good to be alive at a time when everything is still possible.

Under the cover of night, I drove for a long time and was still on a rugged mountain road, but the howling of zombies could be heard all around me.

I thought about it, then stopped the car, walked out of the car with a swagger, and waited for the zombies to arrive.

At this time, I have not been bitten by zombies, and I don't have a physique that can be ignored by zombies. Instead of being swarmed by zombies in the city and drooling over me, it is better to solve this problem now.

At the same time, I also confirmed one thing.

Do I have the ability to transform zombies now?

In the more than one hundred time resets, my memory seems to be that I only had the ability to transform zombies after I met Tongtong.

Maybe, that was when the gambling began.

Now, I will prove this conjecture.

The zombies didn't make me wait too long. In less than a minute, a zombie jumped out from the roadside with an excited look, pounced on me impatiently, grabbed my shoulders, and bit my neck.

The next moment, the zombie's body froze instantly. He loosened his hands, took a few steps back, and looked at me awkwardly, his eyes full of gloom.

Extremely disgusted.

"Pooh."

The zombie suddenly spat toward the side of the road, turned around with a disgusted look on his face, and left.

No, is it necessary to spit? Is this the term used by zombies to evaluate dark cuisine?

I was disgusted too. An uncle of unknown origin left saliva on my neck, and I felt a little unclean.

Putting aside these messy and unreasonable thoughts, the zombie really did not seem to be transforming into a human.

It seems that I still have to wait until nine years later, when Tongtong appears, before I can gain that ability.

However, before that, these nine years were enough for me to do many things.

And right now, the first thing I need to do is to find a quiet place and sort out my huge and chaotic memory.

Chapter 3 Guilt of Being Late

The next day, early morning.

When the sun was setting, I was squatting in a dusty supermarket, building a fire on the floor, boiling water in a pot, and preparing my breakfast.

If I had to find a word to describe those bastards in the Corpse Cult, it would be vampires. During the year when the zombie crisis broke out, those guys kept exploiting me.

They ate my flesh and drank my blood, but never gave me anything to eat. Although food is not a necessity for me, the feeling of hunger is indeed a very painful thing.

My immortal body can provide energy to my body without the need for food, but the damn thing is that the feeling of hunger always lasts for a while before it disappears.

This process is much slower than my body's self-healing speed. I don't know how that guy in my body determines the healthy range.

And now, I am doing my first year of apocalypse and my first meal.

As the flame burned, the water in the pot began to steam and boil. I took out the instant noodles that I had prepared long ago, threw them into the boiling water, and then tore open the seasoning packet and put it into the pot.

After the instant noodle seasoning was put into water, it quickly dissolved in the water. A long-lost fragrance spread out, arousing my appetite.

How many years had it been since I last had instant noodles? Ten years? Sixteen years? Or countless hundreds or thousands of years?

What was originally considered a nutritious fast food by people is now the most delicious thing in the entire apocalypse.

I opened the unopened chopsticks on the shelf and wolfed them down while they were still hot, ignoring the high temperature.

Now is the first year of the apocalypse, and there are still a lot of supplies in the supermarket. Although some of them have expired, they are still much healthier than the canned food that has been expired for a full ten years.

I gobbled up the cooked instant noodles in no time and even drank up all the soup in the pot.

In fact, according to the inventory of supermarkets before the end of the world and the small number of remaining people, it was enough to support the lives of the surviving humans.

But in the early days of the apocalypse, everyone was still in fear of the zombie virus and did not dare to frequently leave their bases to search for supplies, for fear of being infected by the zombie virus.

It was not until the second year after the apocalypse that people realized that the reason they were alive was because they had antibodies against the zombie virus, which at least meant they would not be infected by the zombie virus in the air.

However, by that time, many supplies had already exceeded their safety period.

After breakfast, I began to search the entire supermarket carefully. The supermarket, which had lost power, was shrouded in darkness. The shelves with vegetables had long been stained black by rotten vegetables and emitted a strong stench.

I walked past the vegetable shelves and came to the snack shelves. I found a huge travel bag in the supermarket. I didn't even look at the expiration dates of the snacks. I just wanted to fill this big backpack with instant noodles, snacks, and cigarettes.

After filling my travel bag, I turned to the shelf where kitchen utensils were placed, selected a few sharp knives, then I picked up the travel bag contentedly, walked out of the supermarket, threw the travel bag in the car, and drove out of the supermarket.

I had no idea what to do next.

My brain cannot bear the memory that spans hundreds or thousands of years. I need a slow process to accept this memory and actively forget similar and identical memories.

I drove my car and stopped at the gate of a residential community. This was the community where I lived when I was working.

This is an ordinary residential area, there is nothing noteworthy about it. Due to rent reasons, I could only rent a room on the first floor. It had no sunlight for many years and the room was a little damp.

Since I didn't have the key, I broke through the door with some violence and returned to the room I used to live in.

The room is not big, the floor is covered with dust, the walls are covered with 2D style beautiful girl wallpapers, and there are also many figures, the smell of a otaku is overwhelming.

I covered my mouth and nose with my hands, looking at this typical otaku room, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

To this day, I have long forgotten the names of the characters on these posters, and I don’t have any special emotions. I just miss the time when I could be a otaku.