I sell Coke in the doomsday

Carefree and doing nothing, you can easily feel happy.

As I was thinking, I cleaned the house. I would live here for a while until I sorted out my memories.

I tore down the posters, cleaned the refrigerator, and threw away the excess garbage. By the time I finished all this, it was already noon.

Without my strengthened body, I felt like a frail bean sprout that couldn’t even lift a coffee table. But then I came to my senses.

Normal humans cannot do this kind of thing.

When people get used to something, they often subconsciously regard it as common sense and as the way it should be.

Just as I got used to that strong body, I am extremely disgusted with my current body.

As evening approached, I sat on the sofa, eating the snacks I had scavenged and began to sort out my memories.

Although I have an immortal body, I cannot bear such a huge amount of memories and can only recall them bit by bit.

As if instinctively, the first memory that comes to mind is always a familiar figure, leaning against me, blinking his eyes.

The movements of my hands gradually slowed down, and my expression became complicated. I felt like I was watching a movie, constantly watching in my memory the things that I had done with Tongtong but no longer remembered.

In countless reincarnations, my first encounters with Tongtong were always different, but basically, I was the one who was lonely and almost going crazy, and I took the initiative to try to talk to Tongtong.

In the heavy rain, in the darkness of night, beside the overgrown streets.

I stood in front of Tongtong again and again and asked that ridiculous question.

"I say, is the life of a zombie interesting?"

Every time, Tongtong would stare at me blankly, looking not very smart, and then stay at the place where we first met, waiting for me, rain or shine.

Until I brought her home.

In the memories that gradually came back to me, I promised her countless times that I would take her to that famous lake, but every time, I failed to do it.

Countless fragments of memory accumulated. Tongtong and I met again and again, and then broke up. On the last day, we fought fiercely.

Many times, on the last day, I cursed and swore, expressing my hatred without any concealment.

I saw that Tongtong was in tears as I cursed and swore at her, but she didn't dare to say a word to defend herself.

What exactly was I thinking at that time? It was just the crazy talk of a loser in despair.

But I still couldn't help it, I clenched my fist, and punched myself hard in the face.

After punching myself, I collapsed on the sofa with a sad look on my face.

I once thought that Tongtong lived with me for only one year, but I didn't expect that after so much time added up, she and I have actually lived together for a full hundred years.

Suddenly, I missed Tongtong very much. I wanted to see her, apologize to her, and take her to the lake that I had never been to.

I…want to make amends.

The girl who once snuggled up to me like a cat and encouraged me with her childish singing when I was discouraged is the person I owe the most in my life.

"Nine years...?"

Will it take another nine years before I can see Tongtong again?

I smiled bitterly, and it felt like something heavy was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

If, I met her this time.

Can I... make up for the more than a hundred years I have missed?

Chapter 4 Revenge

Recalling memories is really an extremely painful thing.

I couldn't help but recall every mistake I had made in these more than a hundred reincarnations, and watched one tragic scene after another being replayed before me.

In every restart, most of the time I would escape from the Corpse God Cult and set out on the road back to Nanling City, where Tongtong, Ajie and the others are, my hometown.

But there are exceptions to everything. In more than a hundred reincarnations, I have chosen to stay in this city seven times. Although I am always forced to go to Nanling City due to some strange coincidences, I have left enough memories of this city in the end.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s already a month later.

Early in the morning of that day, I was running on the street in a short-sleeved shirt, sweating profusely.

In order to maintain sufficient fighting ability, I started exercising a month ago. The streets now are not as desolate as they would be ten years later, and still maintain the appearance of a civilized society.

The breeze in the early morning was just the right amount of coolness. I kept my breathing even, with a white towel draped around my neck, and ran towards the direction where the sun was rising.

In the empty city, the zombies were quite curious about my behavior. One zombie even followed me and ran slowly.

After a long time, my pace slowed down and gradually stopped.

"call……"

I wiped the sweat off my face with a white towel and looked back. The zombie that had imitated me before was now far behind me.

"If you run so slowly, how are you going to compete with other zombies for food in the future?"

I shook my head and looked at the building in front of me. At this moment, I happened to stop in front of a drugstore. The glass door of the drugstore was locked with a U-shaped lock from the inside.

Next to the pharmacy is an ordinary store that looks unremarkable.

I looked around and found nothing useful on the ground, so I simply tore the white towel used to wipe sweat into two pieces and wrapped them around my hands.

Then, I got into position and started punching quickly at the glass door in front of me.

Bang! Bang! Bang! My fist landed heavily on the glass door, making a dull sound.

I don't have any masochistic tendencies, nor would I specifically choose a glass door to practice boxing. I only do this because I don't have any suitable tools around me.

The hardness of the glass door was a little beyond my expectation. I hammered on it for ten minutes before I saw a crack appear on it.

As my fists punched faster and faster, cracks appeared on the glass door of the pharmacy. Finally, when the last punch was thrown, the glass door finally broke completely.

With crackling sounds, glass fragments fell all over the floor. I threw away the bloody white towel on my hand and crawled in through the broken hole.

I came here not by chance, but to settle old accounts from past reincarnations.

The pharmacy was in a mess. All the medicines were turned out and pills were scattered all over the floor. There were signs that the store had been opened. I bent down and picked up a sharper piece of glass from the broken glass on the floor and held it behind my back with my backhand.

The shelves of the drugstore had been moved around to form a simple barrier, blocking the door to the back.

I tugged at the shelf, moved it aside, and pushed the door open.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a smell that I was very familiar with. The room was dirty and messy. A thin man was curled up in the corner, trembling like a frightened beast, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Don't... don't kill me."

I smiled gently, walked over and spoke softly.

"Don't be afraid, I mean no harm."

Hearing this, the man slightly opened his eyes, looked at me, and asked weakly in a voice that seemed like it was about to cry.

"really?"

I walked slowly, maintaining a gentle smile, trying my best to show that I had no hostility.

The man seemed to believe me and his body stopped shaking. I slowly squatted down, stretched out my hand to him and said.

"Come on, follow me."

The man's eyes flashed and he slowly stretched out his hand. At this moment, the man's eyes became sharp. He stretched out his hand towards me and the dagger hidden under his wrist stabbed at me instantly.

The next moment, the dagger reflected the sunlight behind me, emitting a faint light, and stopped just a millimeter away from my chest, unable to move forward an inch. I saw that the wrist of the man holding the knife was tightly grasped by my right hand.

At the same time, I raised my left hand, which had been hidden behind my back, and thrust the sharp glass fragment into the man's neck, causing blood to gushed out.

The man stared at me with wide eyes, in disbelief, his throat rubbing as he uttered an unwilling question.

"how so."

I released the man's hand holding the knife, stood up, grabbed his hair with my hand, and forcibly dragged him away from the corner, explaining expressionlessly.

"Because you want to save a bullet so badly."

"If you shoot me in the head when I come into the house, maybe you'll have a chance to escape."

"But unfortunately, you only have five bullets left, and you don't want to waste them."

"I think I can be killed with a knife."

Although the man was in excruciating pain as I dragged him, he dared not make any screams, for fear of attracting zombies and dismembering him.

When he heard what I said, his eyes became even more terrified and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"How do you know that?"

I loosened my grip and threw the man to the ground. Without even looking at him, I walked straight to the corner where he was before, squatted down, and pressed the gap with my fingers. Under the man's increasingly horrified eyes, I took out a brick.

There was a pistol and five bullets hidden under the brick. I took out the pistol, skillfully took out the magazine, and loaded all five bullets into the magazine, while speaking casually.

"I've seen a lot of ruthless people in this damn world, but it's really rare to see a guy like you."

"Before the zombie virus broke out, you were an armed fugitive with many lives on your hands."

"After the zombie virus broke out, you didn't have time to catch up with the main force, so you could only hide in this pharmacy and lock the door."

"You broke through walls and lived off food from the shops to survive."

"But that food was not enough to sustain you for a year, so after eating that food, you made a decision that I admired."

"You sneaked out, killed a lone zombie, and then ate that zombie."

At this point, even I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh in a low voice.

"You are such a ruthless character. When everyone was still worried about being infected by the zombie virus, you actually started hunting zombies for food."

"There is no other ruthless person like you in the entire apocalypse."

I really admire this man, so much so that I want him to die immediately.

The man was frightened by what I said, his pupils seemed to be trembling. He didn't care about the blood on his neck, and spoke to me in a hoarse voice.

"Who told you these...

I loaded the bullet, turned and walked towards the man, looked down at him, and spoke to him as if I was chatting with him.

"It is you."

"You once proudly stepped on my head and showed off your great deeds to me."

"You told me about everyone you killed before the apocalypse. You also told me about the different pleasures you felt when you ate zombies."

I stretched out my foot, stepped on the man's head, and whispered.

"You talk a lot."

The man couldn't understand anything I said and just thought I was talking nonsense, and I no longer had any interest in him.

Similarly, I don't want to waste a bullet on this man, but I'm also worried that he will die alone.

So, I dragged him out of the drugstore while he begged for mercy. At this time, the zombie who imitated my running also came to the door of the drugstore.

I left the man behind, spread my hands towards the zombies, and smiled.

"This is your reward for running and exercising. Enjoy your meal."

After saying that, I turned around and ignored the miserable screams of the man behind me.

I ran again, casually wiping the blood on my hands on my T-shirt, making the sweat-stained T-shirt dirty.

As I moved forward, the number of zombies around me gradually increased. This was a zombie gathering area that most human settlements were unwilling to approach, but it was also the area with the most abundant supplies.

After jogging for half an hour, I stopped breathlessly in a dense group of zombies, squeezed through the zombies, broke the window, and changed myself into a new set of clothes.

He sat in the store with a tired face, lit a cigarette, looked at the bustling zombies outside, and began to imagine what a spectacular scene it would be when these zombies rushed into the Corpse God Cult.

Chapter 5 My Revenge (I)

The days that followed seemed to be dull.

I repeated the exercise day after day, wandering around the city, searching various places for guns and ammunition that I could use.

There is still a lot of time, enough for me to waste.

The process of organizing my memories is proceeding in an orderly manner, and I remember more and more things, some beautiful, or extremely bad memories.

However, I still underestimated that huge memory. As the memory continued to recover, my mentality and the way I did things were subtly changing.