I sell Coke in the doomsday

The lighting in the library is not very good. The further you go inside, the darker the light becomes. As I walked, I thought of the zombie movie I watched a long time ago.

In those eye-catching zombie movies, in places like this where the going gets darker and darker, a zombie will always suddenly appear and start killing the protagonists.

If a zombie suddenly appeared now, I would probably scream and slap him, and he would spit at me and turn away.

Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the light here, and what came into my sight was the all-too-familiar mess.

The bookshelves were toppled over, with thick books scattered all over the floor. A pale skeleton was leaning against the wall, covered with cobwebs. When I looked over, a spider just crawled out of the eye socket of the skull and landed on the skull.

I walked up to it as usual and used a wooden stick to pick up the spider web on the skeleton. The spider that fled in panic was also stepped to death by me.

Everyone has the desire to destroy, which can be a good way to vent our negative emotions. Of course, I have it too, but I don’t dare to indulge myself.

Because I was afraid that I would degenerate into a roaring monkey like the people in the human stronghold.

I squatted down and felt around the skeleton to see the extent of the damage. His skull was not broken and his bones were not black like those of zombies.

He was not eaten by zombies, nor did he become a zombie. He just died quietly here. It was a perfect life.

To be honest, I'm a little jealous of him. I also want to die as happily as he does. I'm really fed up with this crappy place.

Behind the skeleton, I found a small backpack and poured out a bunch of small spiders and a bunch of miscellaneous things.

In the dim light, I found a student ID card and opened it. In the photo, there was a young and beautiful girl with a smile on her face and eyes full of longing for the future.

So...it's a girl?

However, she probably never thought that her future would be to die here, nor did she think that many years later, a strange man would know her name.

I looked at the name on the certificate, a little absent-minded. Zhou Mo, a very simple name that can be used by boys and girls. She should make her name more sophisticated.

Putting the student ID aside, I continued to rummage through the pile of miscellaneous items, but all I found were some review materials. Just when I was feeling disappointed, I found a Walkman.

The word "Walkman" was already an antique before the end of the world came. As far as I can remember, I had only seen it when I was very young.

But... there will always be some people who like nostalgia. They make tapes of new era songs and play them in their Walkmans.

This was a pleasant surprise. I opened the battery slot of the Walkman and found that it was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is a battery in this slot, after ten long years in this slightly damp corner, the slot will most likely become unusable.

I'm glad that I did bring things like AA batteries. As an amateur garbage collector, I carry a lot of weird things in my bag.

The No. 5 batteries in the bag were actually prepared in case I picked up an old-fashioned flashlight.

I took out my own AA battery, inserted it into the slot of the Walkman, and pressed the play button with great anticipation.

The Walkman first made a series of noises, and then a soothing melody sounded. I smiled for the first time in a long time, leaned against the wall, and sat next to Zhou Mo's body.

Soft male and female voices began to slowly sound in the darkness.

"Give you a CD from the past."

"Listen to our love then."

"Sometimes I suddenly forget that I still love you."

I sat in the dark, slightly tilted my head, and stared at the skeleton beside me in a daze. As the singing continued, I felt that I saw a young and beautiful girl, leaning against the wall, humming softly along with the song.

“I can’t sing a song like that again.”

"Whenever I hear it, my face turns red and I avoid it."

"Even though I often forget, I still love you."

"Because of love, I won't be sad easily."

I don't know how long it took, I carefully put the walkman into my backpack, and placed the student ID card on the skeleton's hand bones. Then I pulled down the large curtains of the library and gently covered the skeleton with them.

In this era of fragmented civilization, I think there is no need to continue the old custom of burying people in the ground.

Besides, it might be romantic to use this entire library as a tomb.

I walked out of the cemetery, but found that it had darkened. I heard several gunshots in the distance, and the roars of zombies echoed in this empty city.

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and I thought I should go home. A few zombies ran out from the weeds on the side of the road and ran towards the direction of the gunshots. One of the zombies was a bit stupid, and while running, he fell and rolled to my feet in a funny way.

The zombie rolled his eyes and looked at me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Don't look at it. I won't help you."

“Woooooooooo.”

"You are blackmailing me, do you know that?"

"Ugh!"

The zombie stood up while making strange noises, and I always felt like he was swearing at me.

What kind of character do these zombies have? The zombies in my neighborhood are obviously very polite.

The zombies can't hear my thoughts. They will just run towards the direction of the gunshots like students after school.

For a buffet meal, the zombies in front of me ran away completely, and I was the only one left on the empty street.

I was used to such scenes, so I carried my backpack and continued walking towards home.

However, my luck might not be very good today. Not only were the gunshots getting closer, but there was also a roar of cars.

After a burst of explosions, I turned my head and saw a jeep that had knocked over several zombies and was heading towards me. Behind the car was a dense tide of zombies.

In the pitch-black night, the jeep passed by me.

At that moment, I saw a woman in the car. She looked at me with some surprise, then she aimed at my head and pulled the trigger.

Her shooting was very accurate. I fell to the ground and lay on the ground grimacing in pain, trying hard to pretend to be a corpse.

Well, I can understand. It would be better for me to let my friend die than for me to die.

When being chased by a tide of zombies, it is a wise move for them to kill a passerby to divert the zombies' attention.

If... this could really kill me, I would be very grateful to her.

But, because of that damn wish, I must live healthily. Even if there is a hole in my head and my body is blown into pieces, I will come back to life.

After the tide of zombies, I crawled up from the ground, sat on the side of the road covered in dust, and checked my backpack.

Fortunately, nothing happened to the Walkman. It was my only gain today.

After walking for half an hour, I saw the jeep. The jeep had crashed into the entrance of a dead end, and behind the car were two corpses torn to pieces by zombies.

There should have been three people in that car, I thought I remembered it correctly, so I climbed onto the jeep, then looked over the body of the jeep and looked towards the dead end whose entrance was blocked by the jeep.

In the narrow alley, the woman who had shot me before was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

It seems that she was lucky. After throwing her two teammates into the zombie tide like she did to me, those stupid zombies ignored her hiding in the alley.

When the woman saw me, her eyes became terrified. She struggled to stand up, but she simply didn't have the strength to do so.

"……don't want."

She began to beg, and I smiled at her to show that I meant no harm, then I put my shotgun to her head and said goodbye to her.

"Good night."

Chapter 4: Nothing to do

Blood splattered everywhere, and white sticky substances fell on the wall and mixed with the sewage. This is perhaps one of the most common scenes in this world.

I took out a piece of waste paper and gently wiped the blood off my shotgun. I didn't like the feeling of killing. If she hadn't shot me, I would have saved her and brought her back to my nest.

It's not that I'm attracted by beauty. In this damn place, people's quality of life is not as good as that of the ancients. There are no cosmetics, no beauty cameras, and everyone is really ugly, so don't expect to meet any beautiful women in the end times.

They have been tanned long ago, and those who haven't been tanned are pale and thin, and their skin has become rough due to the cold wind, not even as good as mine. On the contrary, the zombies have fair skin. It's a pity that I haven't seen many beautiful female zombies so far.

I returned to the jeep and found that the supplies these unfortunate guys had looted were still there. I checked them carefully and found that apart from a pile of expired pills, there was only a revolver and a potato with sprouts.

To be honest, that potato was the most surprising thing I got today besides the Walkman. I greedily put the potato to my mouth and smelled it over and over again.

Vegetables are scarce. In order to resist zombies, humans mostly set up bases in the mountains, and the range of activities is very small. The uneven mountains not only resist zombies, but also create obstacles for planting crops. Those mountains need to be reclaimed, rocks removed, and the soil changed before planting. Moreover, the source of seeds is scarce. Even if there are successfully reclaimed fields, the priority is to plant staple foods.

Due to various unfavorable factors, it is rare to find a place that can successfully grow staple food, let alone fruits and vegetables.

The vast majority of human settlements lead a hunting lifestyle, as the number of animals has increased over the years.

I returned home smelling the potato all the way, feeling a little off. But when I was preparing dinner, I didn't throw the potato into the pot. Instead, I carefully hid it.

Then I opened the cans of weird-smelling food and threw them into the boiling pot, and then, out of curiosity, threw the expired medication into the pot as well.

These medicines can no longer function as medicines, but they may be able to serve as seasonings. In fact, I have very low expectations for this seasoning; it will be fine as long as it can suppress the peculiar smell of the canned food.

I held the dinner plate in my hand, sat on the sofa, and ate the garbage-like dinner one spoonful at a time. It tasted bitter and astringent, and there was a strange fishy smell in the stench. I felt like I was eating a rotten corpse.

The soap opera on TV is still going on. I no longer care about the so-called plot. I just want the sound of someone talking in this room to numb my almost collapsed spirit.

I don't know what I'm doing, or what I can do.

My brain uncontrollably thought of the skeleton from the daytime over and over again, lingering in my mind like a nightmare and could not be shaken off.

In doomsday, everyone is a third-rate philosopher. We are not complaining without reason, we just don’t know how to live.

At night, when I came to my senses, I found that I was holding the revolver against my chin with my finger on the trigger. Even though I knew it was futile, I still pulled the trigger because I was sober.

I can't die, but maybe this will allow me to have a good dream, dreaming of those happy memories that are still far away. In that vague dream, I don't have to eat those smelly foods, I live well, and have my family by my side.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes and I had another nightmare.

In my dream, I was buried in a pit by a group of people. My face was covered with mud and I couldn’t see. The feeling of suffocation drove me crazy and woke me up from the dream.

I wish this was just a dream and not something that really happened. It turns out that even if you are immortal, humans have enough ways to torture you and drive you crazy.

I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep again. In a trance, I somehow remembered the poem that was once so popular.

From tomorrow on, be a happy person

Feed horses, chop wood, travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring

From tomorrow on, communicate with every loved one

tell them my happiness

That happy lightning told me

I will tell everyone

Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Stranger, I also bless you

May you have a bright future

May your lover be married

May you find happiness in this world

I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers are blooming

I sat on the sofa for a long time, thinking of my mother. I wanted to tell her that I missed her very much, but now I don’t even have a photo of her.

Unconsciously, I seemed to have become a literary youth, indulging in a strange atmosphere, but unfortunately, I couldn't write poetry. I just knew that if I continued like this, I would go completely crazy.

The next morning, it started raining outside. I moved a stool and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the raindrops falling on the window, doing nothing.

Yesterday's zombie tide brought a new batch of zombies outside. The zombie that I always like to call Lao Wang is no longer seen today. I don't know if he was scared away by the zombie tide and lost his way, or was killed by the crazy woman yesterday.

Among those unfamiliar faces, a female zombie in a red dress caught my attention. Like other zombies, she had sickly white skin and her face was covered with stains. But even so, I could still see that she was a stunning beauty.

At least she was when she was alive.

I was holding a cup of Coke and looking at the zombie beauty, curious about what she would look like after washing. By the time I realized that this idea was a bit perverted, I had already been staring at her for half an hour.

I would like to state in advance that I definitely do not have such strange habits. It’s just that I am too lonely and bored, so my brain has become a little overgrown. I always have some strange thoughts, and those thoughts come suddenly and without any warning.

For example, now... I was looking at the empty community square and suddenly thought that maybe I could plant a vegetable patch here, using the sprouted potato I picked up yesterday. Since the weeds can grow so vigorously, why can't potatoes?

I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and the idea of ​​farming is engraved in my bones. I was born to be a farmer!

At least, this can make me feel a little alive.

Chapter 5: Small talk