I sell Coke in the doomsday

Well, after the Shield Organization, I have made another enemy for myself. It seems that I need to speed up my physical training.

I was thinking wildly, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and drove quickly back the way I came.

……

Three hours later, I arrived in the city along with the dark night.

Because it was stuffy in the car, I rolled down the window, but when I passed a ruin, a strong smell of blood came into my nose.

I turned around and saw many zombie corpses lying on the ruins, their skin torn and flesh exposed, disgusting mucus flowing all over the ground, and dense bullet holes left on the walls of the ruins.

There is no doubt that a fierce firefight broke out here during the day, between humans and zombies.

The humans seemed to come from a wealthy stronghold with plenty of ammunition. They were able to shoot and kill so many zombies in a place where they could not hide.

I felt vaguely uneasy because of past experiences. I hated powerful human strongholds. The larger their sphere of influence, the greater the chance that my stronghold in the city would be exposed.

As the pickup truck drove on, I gradually found traces of gunfire elsewhere.

Finally, on a street corner, I found a more direct proof of identity left by humans.

I saw a car emitting black smoke and crashing into the corner of the wall. There were several bones eaten by zombies on the car, and on the body of the car, there was an extremely obvious mark.

It was a simple and sloppy shield.

Chapter 30 Darkness

The shield stronghold is really haunted.

I got out of the car and walked over to the scrapped vehicle. After a careful inspection, I saw that the car was full of blood and bones. Judging from the incomplete remains, there were three people in the car.

There were no bullet holes on the carriage. It seemed that after the driver had the misfortune of crashing into the corner of the wall, the three people in the carriage had no time to react before they were drowned by the tide of zombies.

The guns in the hands of the three men were scattered all over the ground. They were of no value in recovery. I turned and walked to the front driver's seat to see how the driver drove the wrong car.

To my surprise, the driver's body was better preserved than those of the people in the car. At least his skull was still there.

The dirty blood dyed the entire seat red, and a pile of scattered skeletons lay in the pool of blood.

My gaze suddenly stopped and fell on the center of the skull's eyebrows. On the blood-stained white bones, there appeared a bullet hole slightly smaller than a coin.

I was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the glass in front of the skull. I saw that the not-so-clean windshield had countless cracks like a spider web.

In the exact center of the crack is a circular bullet hole.

I smiled, shook my head, and whispered in a sarcastic tone.

"As expected of a shield stronghold, it really is of the same origin."

There is no doubt that the driver's driving skills were not poor, but he was just unlucky.

As the zombies were chasing them, their companion, who was slightly ahead of them in speed, fired a fatal shot at his companion's driver in order to escape the zombies.

The opponent's shooting skills were very accurate. He was able to shoot the driver between the eyebrows with one shot on the uneven carriage while the car was moving at high speed. With such accuracy, he could be said to be a sharpshooter.

This behavior reminded me of the crazy woman who I met for the first time in the Shield Organization. After shooting me, she threw her two companions outside.

This shield stronghold has really maintained a high quality in terms of its immorality.

I ripped open the tattered car door, picked up the blood-stained cigarette, tore off the blood-stained cigarette holder, held it in my mouth, and then lit it with a lighter.

"Cough cough...cough cough"

The gas from the burning of the crudely made cigarettes was a bit pungent in my throat, causing me to cough a few times and choking to tears.

I blew out a big smoke ring, supported my hands on the car body, puffed out smoke and looked forward. I couldn't help licking my dry lips and laughed softly at the tattered skull.

"Is it worth risking your life for this kind of organization?"

I held the cigarette in my hand, gestured in an abstract way with my hands, and spoke to the corpses with all my strength.

"You guys should work hard for something more worthwhile, right?"

I glanced at the cigarette in my hand and said uncertainly.

"Like... hope?"

To be honest, this answer seems more abstract than the gesture I made, especially the word "hope", which even I find a little ridiculous.

What is hope? For their short lives, the so-called hope may be to return alive and vent their desires to those who are lower than them.

Indulgence, violence, and death.

My answer seems very simple. I hope that the four beds of potatoes I planted are Tongtong who is sitting on the bench waiting for me.

"People, you have to have something to live for."

"Otherwise, I'll feel empty inside and won't be motivated to do anything."

As I spoke, I threw the cigarette on the ground. It was not easy to smoke, with the smell of blood mixed with the smell of crude tobacco.

Bang! I slammed the door that was about to fall down and spoke slowly.

"This is a good place to sleep, have a good sleep."

After saying that, I turned and left, without even looking at the corpses, I walked towards my pickup truck and continued driving forward.

In the darkness, the blurry scenery outside the car quickly swept away. The collapsed buildings seemed to have turned into terrifying ghost faces wandering in this desolate city.

In fact, I know that what those people need is not hope, but a savior.

That so-called savior may appear tomorrow, or may never appear.

As for the search for the shield stronghold, I don't really care. It's an easy matter to reason about.

Judging from the fifteen people I killed earlier, every time they go to the Shield Outpost to search for supplies, they should send out three cars to ensure that at least one car can return alive.

But last time, the fifteen people responsible for looting supplies met me, and they were lucky enough to die in my hands. This should be a very abnormal thing for the shield stronghold.

Perhaps, they have found the bodies of those fifteen people, and the bullet marks and axe marks on their bodies are enough for them to be sure that someone is targeting them.

That's why they wanted to find me, the person who was hindering them.

Too bad they couldn't find mine.

My nest was carefully selected. The zombies gathered there are enough to consume the entire shield stronghold to death. I do not have my own power, but these zombies are more deterrent than lackeys.

Another thirty minutes later, I finally drove the broken pickup truck back home. As it was late at night, I did not unload the cargo in the car. I just took the new dress that I had bought specially for Tongtong.

The night is exceptionally dark tonight. Black clouds came from nowhere and wrapped up the cold moon like a thick veil, which was so stingy that it refused to reveal a single ray of light.

Holding the new skirt, I groped in the darkness, and shouted confidently towards the empty neighborhood.

"戈戈!"

My slightly hoarse voice echoed in the neighborhood. In the darkness, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded. I opened my arms skillfully and waited.

A moment later, a beautiful figure fell into my arms accurately, and a familiar smell of grass and sunshine floated to my nose.

In an instant, I felt that all my fatigue of the whole day was gone at this moment, and my thoughts that stretched to the horizon were also pulled back by the figure in my arms.

At this moment, perhaps, for me, this is hope. Let me forget about Wei Dun and Liu Yong for a while.

In the darkness, I touched her long hair with gentle eyes. My wandering heart finally found a place to settle.

This seems to be a down-to-earth feeling, a sense of being alive.

As expected, humans are naturally afraid of loneliness.

But I never thought that the one who could give me this feeling would be a strange zombie.

"Uh."

Tongtong's cute voice sounded in my ears, as if saying welcome home. I smiled, held Tongtong's little hand, walked into the darkness, and responded in a low voice.

"Well, let's go home."

In the darkness, Tongtong and I groped and walked towards home with some difficulty. It seemed that there was no point in calling Tongtong over.

But at least, there is someone by my side in this darkness, even if I am stumbling and walking with some difficulty.

Chapter 31: Blooming in Dirty Bones (I)

The next morning, I arrived at the community square early as usual.

Heavy black clouds were slowly creeping across the sky, winding their way like a majestic dragon. A heavy rain was approaching, and the city seemed much more deserted than before.

I squatted in front of the four beds of potatoes, looking at the yellowing leaves, with a worried brow. After all, this piece of potato was a little poor and did not have enough nutrients. If this continued, it would be a question whether these four beds of potatoes could survive.

I have to go hunting, I thought, then stood up and walked straight to the garage where the pickup truck was hidden. I did not unload the cargo last night, and there were more than a hundred arrows still in the car.

I put on the longbow, took out twenty arrows and put them in the simple quiver. After making preparations, I touched the bowstring with my fingers out of impatience, and then successfully cut my finger with the bowstring.

Damn it, I still don’t have finger gloves for archery. Every time I pull the bowstring, my fingers may be cut. Is this some kind of magical prop that automatically deducts blood?

I sighed helplessly, put the longbow on my back, and thought to myself that I must make a finger sleeve tonight.

A cold wind suddenly blew, and some sand fell into my eyes. I covered my eyes with my hands, brushed off the dust on my body, held the longbow in one hand, and slowly walked out of the community.

Today, I deliberately went to the road where I found traces of the Shield Organization yesterday, thinking that I could find more information about the Shield Organization while hunting.

Right now, I still have too little information about the Shield Organization. Of course, this is also related to the fact that I left no one alive last time. After seeing the Ancient City Stronghold, I became even more curious about the Shield Stronghold.

It’s just a small ancient city stronghold, and the character of its leader Liu Yong is so bad. So what kind of person would the ruler of a large stronghold like?

In the distance, a gray pigeon landed on the road, looking left and right, pecking at the pebbles under its claws from time to time.

I stood still and hid my body. Pigeons are very timid and would fly away immediately if they saw me.

There was no noise on the empty street, so quiet that it made people feel as if they had forgotten to breathe. I pulled out an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and aimed at the pigeon from a distance.

"call……"

I exhaled softly, and the fingers that were holding the bowstring suddenly loosened. A trace of blood appeared between my fingers and stained the tail of the arrow. The red color passed by in an instant like a meteor along with the arrow.

Boom! With a dull sound, the arrow pierced through the pigeon's trunk. The pigeon instinctively twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

I shook my rapidly healing fingers and felt a little itchy. The granulation tissue felt like it was wriggling, as if there was a bug inside your body, drilling around. It was very uncomfortable.

This gray pigeon was very fat and it seemed that it was living well in this city. I picked up the pigeon, shook off the blood on it, and threw it into my backpack.

Today's hunting had a good start, which made me feel a little inflated.

At this moment, as if by divine revelation, a large flock of birds, like a dark cloud, flew quickly over my head.

I was delighted when I saw this, and hurriedly picked up my longbow and ran after the flock of birds.

The air became increasingly humid, and was filled with a strange smell and an unusual fragrance.

I didn't take the smell to heart. It is one of the wonders of this city. There is this strange smell in the air every time before it rains or when it fogs.

I am so used to it that I never pay attention to the smell, especially now that my attention is completely attracted by the large flock of flying birds.

Step, step, step.

On the weed-covered street, I ran wildly with excitement, holding a longbow with my gun on my back.

Well, that was great. Those stupid birds didn't seem to care about me at all. They didn't speed up or slow down. They just flew forward at a speed that I could barely keep up with.

Before I knew it, I followed the flock of birds and ran deep into the city, a place I had never been to before.

The center of the city was destroyed by some unknown weapon, tall buildings collapsed, and at a glance, it was full of ruins and bored zombies.

After half an hour.

I supported myself on a collapsed pillar with one hand and rolled over sideways. The moment I landed, I bent over and gasped.

"Damn it, I lost him."

I guess I forgot that those fat, hairy fish can fly for a very long time, long enough to exhaust my energy.

Well, it's a waste of time and effort.

Cursing, I leaned against the broken pillar and sat down, resting and looking around.

This was my first time going so deep into the city, for a simple reason: the tall buildings had collapsed and pickup trucks couldn’t get through. I also wasn’t in the mood to walk here and see the ruins.

I reached out and picked up the rubble at my feet, then threw the stone away in helplessness and rage. The stone fell far away, making a not-so-crisp sound.

Those damn birds have completely disappeared, which makes me look more and more like an idiot.

I sighed and picked up another piece of gravel. However, when my fingers picked up the stone, a hint of pink appeared in front of my eyes.

The movement of my hands paused, and I looked at the pink color with a complicated expression. I saw that under the gravel, there were pink flowers growing all over.