I sell Coke in the doomsday

This might be a stupid thing to do, and I should have driven away from here, but I didn't want to do that, especially when I saw those hideous guys still breathing.

I am unwilling and unwilling to do so.

The flesh and blood I swallowed turned into energy and began to fill my limbs. This appearance finally made those beasts realize the danger.

As I got closer and closer to them, one of them finally couldn't bear it anymore. He dropped the gun in his hand with a look of horror, turned around and ran away, shouting loudly.

"Monster! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"

This was like a lit fuse, and immediately everyone turned around and fled in fear, staggering and panicking.

I stood still and spat out my own bones from my mouth. The bone blades on my arms broke through the flesh and blood again, revealing the world. I looked at the backs of those people, slightly bent my body, pulled my right leg back slightly, and slowly accumulated strength.

If alive, we are flesh and blood; if dead, we are bones.

Then, I will give them a tragic death.

"call……"

I lowered my head slightly, exhaled a breath, and my body ached, but I still mobilized all the strength in my body regardless.

The next moment, my body rushed out again, and in an act of self-mutilation, I forced my body to rub and collide with bones and flesh, creating extreme explosive power.

Bang! Suddenly, there was an explosion, and my figure rushed out like a cannonball. I quickly caught up with a man, and the sharp bone blade instantly pierced through his flesh and blood, opening a big hole in his chest.

I cut open his skin, the bone blade touched his bones, and then cut it off.

The red blood scattered again. I walked through the blood rain, chasing after one person after another, chopping off their heads, breaking their limbs, and crushing their bones.

After a fierce fight, when the last man's head flew high and his body was split in the middle and fell to both sides, I had already returned to the burning stronghold.

Watching the last person die, I felt like I had lost all my support. I lost my strength in an instant, my body swayed, and I fell to the ground exhausted.

I'm so tired and sleepy. I really want to take a nap.

Even though I was so tired, the sound of the baby crying kept ringing in my ears.

I sighed, stood up reluctantly, and glanced at the burning stronghold with a complicated expression.

The dead cannot speak, and after death there will be no ghosts, only lingering regrets.

What I just did was meaningless. No matter how many people I killed, they could not come back to life.

I didn't kill for them, I killed for myself.

Just to make myself feel better.

I lowered my eyebrows and looked at my palm. The flesh that I had bitten off had already grown back, but I no longer wanted to eat my own flesh.

This is really disgusting.

I dragged my tired body and walked down the mountain step by step, almost forgetting the purpose of my going out today.

To confirm the safety of Wang Quan and others?

This goal was achieved. Wang Quan was still alive, but not the way I imagined.

There is no doubt that there must be some reasons that I am not aware of for Wang Quan to become like this.

But... I don't care anymore.

Recalling the scenes in this stronghold, I suddenly sighed and murmured softly.

"I'll kill you."

"Wang Quan."

Chapter 96: Taking Care of Children

I dragged my tired body and returned to the car with great difficulty. The little baby had stopped crying and fell asleep.

I'm so envious. I also want to have a good sleep now.

I raised my wrist, and the muscles on my face were spasming. After forcibly overdrawing my physical strength, I was now in pieces, and every part of my body was aching.

It was like countless long, sharp needles running through my pores, piercing into my flesh and blood, stirring it violently.

I don't want to eat my own meat anymore, it tastes terrible, it's the worst thing I've ever eaten in my life.

The baby was sleeping soundly, and had no idea that when she woke up again, she would no longer be greeted by her mother, but a clumsy and stranger.

I forced myself to hold on, turned the key, shifted gears, and drove forward, and amid the roar of the car engine, I set off on my journey home.

In order to prevent myself from falling asleep suddenly, I opened the car window to let the cold wind fall on my face. I also prepared a small knife, intending to use the physical pain to wake myself up when I was extremely sleepy.

But I'm really too tired.

I fell asleep again, but I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

But it is like breathing, natural, casual and uncontrollable.

There were no nightmares, no strange sounds, and my consciousness seemed to have completely stagnated. I fell into chaos in a state of ignorance and insensitivity.

"Wow!!!"

After a long time, loud crying woke me up from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, my memory was a little confused, and I couldn’t even remember where I was or what I was doing.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the sky filled with darkness, deep and boundless.

The stars hang over the sea of ​​clouds, and the moon falls into the Milky Way.

My consciousness was hazy, I couldn't distinguish the heaven and the earth, and I almost forgot who I was. Only the crying of the baby beside me seemed somewhat real.

The moonlight was like a silver gauze, spreading over the earth. I looked ahead in a daze, only to see that the front end of the car had crashed into a big tree in a tragic state.

The front end of the black car was completely scrapped, the hood was twisted and deformed, and folded like a piece of paper. A black smoke was spreading out from the engine position, with a slightly strange smell.

This was a car accident. There is no doubt that I couldn't control my sleepiness while driving. I suddenly fell asleep while driving, lost control of the car, and then crashed into a big tree so tragically.

But I don’t know if it was because I was too lucky or the quality of the black car was too good, but neither I nor the baby was hurt.

However, this black car is completely scrapped.

"Wow!!!"

The baby's cry was unusually loud, and I panicked a little. I picked up the baby clumsily. It was the first time I held such a small child, and my movements were awkward and clumsy.

The baby in my arms didn’t feel comfortable and I didn’t feel comfortable holding this baby.

The baby's crying became louder and louder, as if protesting against my improper and uncomfortable way of holding him. I was in a panic and didn't know what to do.

Before the end of the world, I was not a person who liked children and was completely unable to deal with these crying babies.

I could only hold the baby gently in my arms and hum some random tune, but it didn't help. The baby in my arms kept crying, which made me anxious.

This dilemma lasted for a long time, so long that the baby in her arms felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.

"call……"

I breathed a sigh of relief, holding the baby, and slumped in the chair, exhausted and unable to move.

Originally, after experiencing what happened to Bai, I should have fallen into struggle, deep thought, and become depressed and lonely because of the affairs of Wang Quan and his sister.

However, human emotions are indeed limited. Now I am just tired and have no energy to think about what happened during the day.

I used to love listening to other people tell stories. I always wanted to know the ending of every story, and I also liked to hear about the difficulties of the characters in the stories.

I'm tired of it, tired of tragedy, tired of hardship.

I don’t know what happened to Wang Quan and his sister, and I don’t want to know what their difficulties are. In any case, I just want them to die again.

The moonlight is still there. This is a rare secluded place. There are no zombies and no one is chasing me.

I looked at the completely destroyed car engine and instantly lost all motivation. Like a boneless mollusk, I slumped in the driver's seat and thought sleepily.

There is wine today, drunk today, and tomorrow will be sad.

Fuck it, let him be.

……

The next day, early morning.

After a night's rest, my brain returned to its normal state. I took the baby and walked back to the city, step by step.

This process took me half a day.

I took the baby with me, smeared the slightly black swaddling clothes with my own blood, and passed through the tide of zombies safely. The baby also appropriately did not cry or make any more trouble.

After returning home, I simply put the baby to bed, then walked out of the house without stopping and ran to the nearest supermarket.

I took the sack and bought out all the milk powder on the supermarket shelf without even looking at the expiration dates.

The baby was very weak. It was not because she was affected by yesterday's massacre, but because in this world, babies have always had a hard time living.

In the end times, starvation is a common occurrence. Without the bonus of civilization and technology, the remaining humans are often in a state of crisis or hunger.

Without enough food, there naturally won’t be much milk, so in my impression, it is very difficult for babies in the apocalypse to survive to the end.

Just like the child I just picked up, she is very thin. If she doesn’t have enough food, she may die at any time. At this time, there is no way to check the shelf life of the milk powder.

I rushed home with the milk powder. As soon as I entered the house, I heard the crying of the little guy. I had no choice but to rush out the milk powder and feed the little guy.

In this way, after a whole day of hard work, I finally made the baby stop crying again.

But this is not a long-term solution after all. I need a cow that can produce milk, or a goat with lower requirements.

But at this time, where can we find cows and goats?

As the sun sets, red clouds dot the sky. I sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, slowly nibbling on the cold, hard biscuit in my hand, with a complicated expression.

What on earth have I been busy with all day today?

Chapter 98: Undercurrent (I)

Time stretches forward intermittently and inexorably.

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days later.

During these seven days, I didn't accomplish anything. I just replaced the furniture in the room, including the sofa, TV, and bed. I also got a generator and provided electricity to the room.

And most of the time, I had to be trapped next to the tiny baby, unable to move freely.

Every morning, I have to wake up early and make a bottle of hot milk for the little guy. Most of the milk powder I have collected have expired, deteriorated, and formed small lumps. Every day I need to find the milk powder that is barely normal from the piles of milk powder cans.

Whether he wanted to or not, the little guy eventually got used to my presence. When he saw me, he no longer cried, but instead laughed sweetly with great attachment.

Change her clothes, change her diapers, prepare milk powder, and sing nursery rhymes to put her to sleep.

This kind of life, peaceful and lonely, almost makes me forget the purpose of coming here.

If it were Cangwu, he might abandon the baby without hesitation and do what he should do with peace of mind.

I don't mean to blame Cangwu. That man has just lived too long and has no interest in the life and death of others. Maybe one day, when I live long enough, I will become like him.

But now, I can't do it.

Early that morning, I took the little one into a dirty and messy supermarket. I put her on the cart and strolled slowly in the dark supermarket.

I am too familiar with this city. This supermarket is a place I carefully selected. Although it is close to the depths of the city, there are very few zombies here.

In my previous life, I didn’t know the reason and just thought that zombies didn’t like this place, but now I know the reason.

This place is too close to where the Epiphyllum was born. Although the pink Epiphyllum has not yet grown into a mature form, as the natural enemy of most creatures, the zombies will subconsciously avoid this place out of instinct.

During these seven days, I found a new old and broken pickup truck. To be precise, it was the pickup truck that I liked most in my previous reincarnation.

When it comes to cars, Cangwu has always said that my aesthetic taste is terrible.

The little guy was very well-behaved. He sat in the small stroller and did not cry because of the darkness around him. Instead, he kept making happy but meaningless sounds from his mouth.

I took a flashlight and casually rummaged through the items on the shelf. My target was the milk powder and diapers. This little guy can only eat liquid food like milk powder now, but due to time constraints, the amount of milk powder he can eat is getting less and less.

So, I had to spend a lot of time on this weird thing.

I picked up a can of milk powder, blew off the dust on it, and gently opened it. Unfortunately, as soon as I opened the can, a strange smell wafted out.

As the strange smell filled the air, I covered my mouth and nose with my hands and cursed helplessly.

"What a fucking bad luck."

"Ugh..."

For some reason, the little one would always respond to the sounds I made. She didn't understand what I was saying at all, but she still enjoyed doing it, as if she was trying to have a conversation with me.