I sell Coke in the doomsday

When I got back to the car, the zombies still hadn't dispersed completely. They were still walking slowly. I was so angry that I honked the horn hard, and only then did these noise-hating zombies make way for me.

Although I had been away for a long time, when I drove on the road again, I found that the streets and alleys here were deeply engraved in my mind, and I would never get lost no matter how I walked.

This is my hometown, where I grew up.

This is also where I met my final ending.

I drove the car, through the streets and alleys, through the tall grass. Everything seemed to be engraved in my bones. I just moved according to my subconscious, and the car naturally stopped in the community that I was very familiar with.

The neighborhood where Tongtong and I lived.

At this time, the community was overgrown with weeds, desolate and dilapidated, and the bench where Tongtong and I often sat was covered with dust.

I walked into the community, took the key from a corpse very naturally, opened the tightly closed door, and walked step by step into the room where I had lived for many years in the apocalypse.

The room was a little empty at this time. There was no other furniture except a sofa. I sat on the sofa, looking forward, stretching my hand forward, and scenes from the past emerged in my mind.

There should be a coffee table here and a big TV there. In the corner, I will put a pot of easy-to-grow cactus, and in the drawer under the TV cabinet, there will be an old DVD player.

In the darkness, I blew away the dust on the sofa, then leaned back and slowly closed my eyes.

Everything has to start all over again.

Chapter 92: Going Crazy (I)

I woke up on the sofa in the early morning, and the zombies outside were making a lot of noise, just like they did back then.

The sofa in the living room was a little small, so I could only curl up to sleep. After a night, my back and waist ached, and I remembered why I had gone to the trouble of changing the sofa.

The smell of this sofa is really bad now. I don’t know what it is filled with, but the whole sofa is filled with a strange smell.

But now, I don’t have time to think about these things, such as the sofa. I’ll organize them after I’ve confirmed some things.

I hid my revolver, tidied my clothes, and then walked out. Outside the community, zombies were wandering aimlessly. Their dense numbers meant that no outsiders would disturb this area.

It was shrouded in white mist, surging slowly. Tiny water particles floated in the air and fell on my skin, making it wet.

I got into the black car, inserted the key, and honked the horn hard, creating a sharp noise to disperse the zombies blocking the road.

When the car drove out of the community, I saw a new tide of zombies surging towards me again. I sighed, then honked the car horn impatiently and drove straight towards the tide of zombies.

The zombies will get used to my presence, but this is a long process. It took me a whole year to make the zombies here familiar with my presence and stop running after my car like a pervert every day.

The black car was driving slowly, a little too slowly. I looked at the streets and alleys outside the car with boredom. The shop windows were covered with dust, reflecting my face.

I looked at my face, and suddenly I felt a little weird. I thought there should be someone right now, with the same face as mine, doing something I would not do.

Because of time constraints, I was one step behind him, so am I becoming his substitute and having to suffer the consequences for what he did?

Damn, I’m so angry.

I can use my mimicry ability to change my appearance, but if I continue to use it for a long time, it will consume a lot of my physical strength. If I encounter any emergency, I will be unable to protect myself.

Is there a better way to disguise?

I stopped the car, thought about it, and decided that I needed a mask.

Coincidentally, the place where I parked was right in front of a large supermarket, so I got out of the car and entered the supermarket, hoping to find a suitable mask.

The door of the supermarket was already broken into pieces, with broken glass all over the floor. Without electricity, the entire supermarket was plunged into darkness. The deeper you went, the less you could see.

With the ability of mimicry, I imitated my hand to the butt of a large firefly. Although the light source was not strong, I could still see it clearly.

Under the dim green light, a mess was revealed. It seemed that a fierce conflict had taken place here. Many shelves had fallen to the ground, and the goods on them were scattered all over the floor.

I walked over the skeletons on the ground and tried to find a usable mask, but I only found masks like the ones in the short videos. When I put them on, I looked like a pervert.

What’s even more disappointing is that I searched for a whole hour in the flying dust and couldn’t find any suitable mask. I only found the magic wand toy of Balala the Fairies. After pressing the button, a burst of colorful lights flashed, and strange sounds were made in the incomprehensible music.

"Balala energy, the little fairy transforms!"

I hesitated for a moment, and finally put the strange toy back to its place. At this moment, I was in the children's toy area, because this was the only area in the entire supermarket that had masks.

Although those masks don’t look abnormal, they would still look a bit strange if they were actually worn.

After much thought, I decided to pack up all the Pleasant Goat masks and take them away.

After all... we're here, right?

I was in a delicate mood, carrying that pile of Pleasant Goat masks. When I was about to walk out of the toy area, I stopped and my sight was attracted by two dark shadows at the side.

I saw two dark shadows standing in the dim light. Looking closely, although they looked a little strange, they were human after all. One was blue and red with an irregular head, and the other was yellow and black with a head like a locust.

I stared at these two strange things for a long time and even touched them, and then the dusty memories were finally awakened.

Is it Ultraman and Kamen Rider?

Before the end of the world, I did have some knowledge of these two special effects works, but I only knew that there were these two special effects, so I didn't recognize them at the first time.

However, why would a supermarket have this kind of special effects work leather case? The workmanship is also very fine and it doesn’t look like a copycat product.

I stood thoughtfully in front of the suits of Ultraman Tiga and Kamen Rider 01. After comparing their heights, I found that these two suits actually fit me perfectly.

If that’s the case…why should I still wear Pleasant Goat’s mask and act like a pervert?

Although, in this apocalypse, the people wearing these two leather suits should not... be normal people.

But although they are both equally perverted, at least Ultraman and Kamen Rider look more handsome.

With such a strange idea in mind, I resolutely threw the Pleasant Goat mask aside and instead took off the suits of Ultraman and Kamen Rider.

After a lot of busy work, I successfully took the two holsters out of the supermarket and stuffed them into the trunk of the car.

After doing all this, I sat back in the driver's seat. After a brief moment of satisfaction, I became a little confused again.

I haven't been alone for a long time, so I almost forgot that I am such a disconnected lunatic.

When I am alone, I always do stupid things uncontrollably, like now, it is hard to imagine that I would waste an hour in this supermarket for such a childish reason.

I slapped myself hard, as if the person who was happily moving the holster just now was not me.

Of course, slapping yourself is just as stupid.

Before my self-loathing erupted, I restarted the car and continued moving towards the ancient city stronghold.

As the black car drove out of the city full of tall buildings, my emotions finally calmed down.

The plains, zombies, and all the familiar scenes were exactly the same as in my memory, which gradually calmed me down.

According to my memory, the current ancient city stronghold should still be led by Wang Quan, while Liu Yong is secretly cultivating his own power. It should take a few years for him to overthrow Wang Quan and his men.

But now that my copy has appeared, everything is likely to change.

It might not be appropriate to march towards the ancient city stronghold in a swagger, but in order to ensure the safety of Wang Quan and the others, I had to take the risk.

Halfway through the journey, the black car left the highway and came to a rugged dirt road. I remember this road very clearly. There were many mountains and many strongholds along the way.

However, these strongholds will disappear quickly, either destroyed by zombies or by people in other strongholds.

When passing a barren mountain, I casually glanced up at the mountain. As far as I remember, there was no human settlement here, but now the mountain was filled with thick smoke and there were sounds of gunfire.

I frowned slightly, and then it suddenly dawned on me that this time I arrived several years earlier than in previous reincarnations, so in my previous memory, before I came to Yangling City, the human stronghold on this mountain should have been completely destroyed, so in my understanding, there is no human stronghold here.

The gunshots were very harsh, but there were very few zombies nearby, so they did not attract many zombies. Amid the billowing smoke, the fire gradually spread.

Without much hesitation, I immediately turned the car and drove towards the barren mountain. When I reached the barren mountain, I took out the revolver I was carrying and then moved my eyes to the trunk.

Today, should I be Ultraman or Kamen Rider?

Chapter 93: Going Crazy (Part 2)

Today, should I be Ultraman or Kamen Rider?

There is probably no one else who could have this kind of trouble except me, a person with a grass in his head.

This wasn't something worth thinking about for too long, so in the end I chose the closest suit, Ultraman.

However, when I put on this leather case, I also realized how perverted I am now, and it is really stupid to wear such a thing in the middle of summer.

It’s so hot, so stuffy, and the visibility is so poor.

However, it would be a waste of time to take off the holster at this time, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet, put on the holster, hold the revolver, and quickly rush to the barren mountain.

The melee on the mountain seemed to be coming to an end. The gunshots gradually became quieter and no longer so intense, but this made the situation even more dangerous for me.

I have always been curious: in an ordinary story, when the protagonist encounters a fight between two groups of people, how does he determine which side is the better one?

In ordinary stories, the side of justice is always portrayed as the weaker party, or a good-looking girl is simply added into the story, and then the protagonist is made to rescue the girl.

But unfortunately, I am destined not to have such a good thing happen. In a situation like attacking and defending a stronghold, there is no way to distinguish between good and evil, or it can be said that there is no good and evil at all.

I don’t know whether the person I’m going to help next is good or evil, I’m just used to doing these things. From other people’s perspective, I’ll look more like a troublemaker.

Thick smoke billowed, black fumes filled the air. I was wearing a ridiculous leather suit and moving quickly through the dead woods, gasping for breath. This damn fire made me sweat profusely even though I was wearing a leather suit, without any strenuous exercise.

Next time, wear a mask.

As I approached quickly, the unfamiliar screams gradually became clearer, and the gunshots that should have stopped started again.

Moreover, the gunshots were very dense, as if multiple people were shooting at the same time. As the shrill gunshots rang out, the shrill screams quickly disappeared.

"Oh shit!"

I was stunned for a moment, then my expression changed drastically and I quickened my pace. Judging from the fact that the gunfire had stopped before, the attack and defense of the stronghold should have come to an end, but the gunfire rang out again, which made me think of the worst possible scenario.

Massacre the city and exterminate the race!

I ran quickly, my heartbeat gradually accelerated, and as the burning stronghold appeared in my pupils, the uneasy feeling gradually took over my body and mind.

At this point, I no longer cared about hiding my tracks and rushed straight towards the burning gate of the stronghold.

The flaming door made a muffled sound under my feet, and then collapsed with a loud bang. My pupils shrank slightly, and my body trembled slightly as I looked at the scene in front of me.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I was a child, I watched an R-rated plasma movie for the first time with some older kids.

In order to stimulate people's senses, the movie used plasma instead of water and used extremely bizarre techniques to film various kinds of death, including exploding heads, colorful intestines flowing out of the body, white brain matter, and limbs rolling everywhere.

These things left a deep psychological trauma on me as a child. They made me terrified, scared, instinctively feel nauseous, and gave me nightmares for a long time.

At this moment, I seemed to have returned to that time. I felt cold all over and couldn't help trembling. The blood in my body began to heat up, burning my reason.

The flames were burning, corpses were piled up, there were strangely twisted bodies, human heads nailed to the wall, pregnant women with their bellies slashed, everything was red, almost dyed red by the flames.

Men, women, old people, children, and babies were all gathered in a pool of blood, their bodies so badly broken that it was impossible to piece together a complete body.

Beheading, disembowelment, dismemberment, almost every way of death I can think of, all occurred here.

In the place where the fire had not yet spread, a group of people were locked in a corner with terrified looks in their eyes, and the ground in front of them was full of corpses. Not far away from them, there was a group of people with laughing expressions, holding rifles and aiming at that group of people.

The next moment, the group of people pulled the trigger in unison, gunshots rang out, and under the firelight, bright red blood splashed, dyeing the corner red, and the group of people huddled in the corner also fell in a pool of blood.

I stared at the scene in a daze, watching the blood splatter and the bodies fall down.

Suddenly, the world spun around and I staggered back, my mind completely broken.

At this time, the group of people also noticed me. My strange clothes made them stare blankly, but they did not stop holding their guns. They turned the muzzles of the guns and pulled the triggers at me in a well-trained manner.

Bang! After a gunshot, the bullet pierced my chest accurately, making a hole in my heart and bleeding profusely.

I subconsciously put my hand over my chest, looked down, and saw bright red blood seeping out from between my fingers.

I have understood human malice since a long time ago, and I never thought that this malice would ever end.

But I am still a human being after all. Even though I think I have changed a lot and have an immortal body, I have been involved in a fantastic gambling game between gods.

But I am still a human being, a human being who gets angry easily.

I slowly raised my head, looked at the group of beasts, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What are you doing?"

Instead of answering my question, the group of people shot again. This time, they aimed at my head. The spinning bullet pierced my bones and made a hole in my forehead.

Under the impact of the bullet, my head tilted back, but then I lowered my head again and looked at the group of people again.

No answer is needed. I guessed wrong from the beginning. The attack and defense of the stronghold had already ended. The fire and the gunshots I heard earlier were just this group of people carrying out a massacre.

I felt like a fool, especially with the ridiculous leather case I was wearing.

After two consecutive shots failed to kill me, the group of people finally stopped laughing, but it was a little too late.

Countless bullets attacked again. In the hail of bullets, my body became riddled with holes and I was forced to retreat again and again.

Everything in my eyes gradually turned red. Rage, regret, self-blame, and countless negative emotions were like a long knife, slashing at my remaining sanity one after another.