I sell Coke in the doomsday

What does farming require? Of course, it requires fertile, soft soil, so I first had to clear a piece of open space on the stone pavement of the community.

In the evening, the rain finally stopped. I took the shovel I had bought earlier and hit the stone slabs for a long time. Sparks were flying from the shovel, and then the shovel broke, but the stone slabs did not break at all.

During this process, the female zombie in the red dress that I noticed in the morning seemed to be very interested in the clanging sound. She stood beside me and watched me smashing the stone slabs with a shovel for a long time like a fool.

When the shovel in my hand broke into two pieces, the zombie girl and I both froze in place. I looked at the shovel in my hand, and she looked at me, tilted her head slightly, and made an ambiguous sound.

"Well?"

I didn't understand what she was saying, but I took the initiative to explain it to her.

"This broken stone slab is too hard. We still need to find a sledgehammer to break it."

"Uh-huh?"

When the female zombie opened her little mouth and made a humming sound at me, I found that my values ​​really depend on my face. Usually, when those zombies surrounded me and hummed, I just thought they were annoying, but when a beautiful female zombie surrounded me and hummed.

Just, it's fun.

I didn't have any good stuff like a hammer in my inventory, so I temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to smash the stone slabs and simply sat on a bench. The young zombie girl seemed very interested in me. Maybe she had never seen such a strange "kind" before. She sat on the bench with me and kept looking at me with her head tilted.

I have to say that her action aroused my desire to express myself. I took out a bottle of Coke and started talking nonsense to her.

"Farming is really not an easy task. I didn't expect that I would need a big hammer."

"By the way, do you think it would be nice to have a field of potatoes growing here next year?"

"Uh-huh?"

"That's right. Potatoes are buried in the soil, and the branches and leaves don't look good, but they taste good."

"I can fry, stir-fry, or deep-fry. Even if there are no other seasonings, I can still make French fries."

"Woooooooooooooo."

I felt a little melancholy, leaning back in the chair, looking at the blood-red clouds that dyed the sky red, and the beautiful sunset clouds. It turned out that whether human beings existed or not, this natural beauty would not increase or decrease, except for the group of poets who thought they were not appreciated for their talents.

The zombie looked up at the sky with me. I was attracted by the red in his eyes. Like a normal person, he stared at the sky in a daze.

She seems to like the color red very much. I wonder if she, as a zombie, will dream about today's sunset.

I took the initiative to give her a simple name, Xiaohong, which suits her clothes and the sunset. I was really being too sentimental.

Perhaps I was staring too intently, the mouth of the Coke bottle in my hand drooped slightly, and the brown liquid flowed to the ground, wetting my pants, but I just turned around, smiled at her, and asked.

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

In today's world, perhaps zombies live a more earthly life. They lead regular and healthy lives, basking in the sun every day, chasing cars, eating limited-portion buffets with their companions, and then getting bullets pierced through the brain.

There was no pain, and no one died sadly.

Xiaohong faced me, with red lips and white teeth. I looked at her neat teeth in her mouth and couldn't help but wonder how such teeth could bite off human flesh, chew it, and swallow it into the stomach.

Yes, my brain is full of grass and I am starting to get sick again.

I took the broken piece of shovel, cut my finger, and with a little curiosity and a little temptation, I stretched that finger to Xiaohong's lips.

"Uh-huh?"

Xiaohong seemed even more confused. In her eyes, I, a strange fellow, was probably like Feiyangyang who was going to use his own blood to feed Meiyangyang.

Thanks to this age without morals and laws, otherwise I might be sued by the zombies.

The charges are disturbing the public, molesting young girls, and perhaps also verbal discrimination.

I opened my mouth slightly to signal Xiaohong to bite off my finger. Xiaohong looked at me blankly, at a loss, until I somewhat forcefully stuffed my finger into her mouth.

Perhaps as a biological instinct, Xiaohong subconsciously licked my fingers with her tongue, and at this moment, I suddenly remembered the dog coin zombie who bit me and spit at me.

Ah, Xiaohong is not going to spit at me too? I finally saw a beautiful zombie, but I don't want to see her spit at me.

To my surprise, Xiaohong didn't spit at me, but just stared at me blankly. I don't know if it was my illusion, but her dull eyes brightened slightly.

I was grateful and excited. After all, she was the first zombie who didn't mind my mushy flesh.

As if to show off, I took out my precious Walkman, waved it in front of her eyes, and then pressed the play button. The Walkman made a few noises, and finally a soothing melody sounded.

The deceased Zhou Mo seemed to like some outdated music very much. As the tape was spinning, the once very popular "Nanshan Nan" began to play.

So, on a calm and gentle evening with sunset clouds all over the sky, I sat quietly on a bench with a female zombie and listened to the whole song "Nanshan Nan"

The evening breeze was blowing gently on my face. The clouds in the sky gathered together, and it seemed that a rainstorm was brewing again. I leaned on the bench, feeling limp and powerless.

Sustainable decadence is my life state, and this song "Nanshan Nan" also aggravates my decadence.

Some people say that folk singers always tear open their wounds and sing to others.

I scoff at this. The reason we feel sad is simply because human beings are inherently promiscuous creatures.

A story, a poem, a folk song, when you hear it you will feel that it is talking about yourself, and then you will be deeply involved in it, it is a perfect self-indulgent feeling.

I turned my head and looked at Xiaohong who was sitting next to me, and found that she was moving her lips slightly along with the singing.

Very interesting, do zombies like music?

I stopped thinking about it, put my hands behind my head, and quietly listened to this song that I didn't like very much, letting the song echo in this weed-covered corner.

"Autumn sadness in the south and north of Nanshan."

"There are grain piles on the South Mountain."

"The south wind whispers, the north sea."

"There are tombstones in the North Sea."

……

The next day, dark clouds covered the city, and the gathering rain clouds shrouded the sky, making the vision seem a little dim.

I anxiously loaded ten boxes of Coke into my broken pickup truck, wanting to go to the human settlement and exchange some supplies before the heavy rain came.

To be fair, my personal supplies can be said to be very luxurious in this world, but now I want to farm, I need a sledgehammer to smash those damn bricks.

Therefore, I have to go to the human base.

When I prepared everything and started the pickup truck, I was surprised to find that Xiaohong was sitting on the same bench as yesterday, seemingly waiting for me.

This feeling of being waited for has not come for a long time.

I was a little excited for a moment, and in a trance I treated Xiaohong as a living person. I rolled down the car window, waved to her vigorously, and shouted.

"Xiaohong, wait for me to come back."

Chapter 6 Dignity

After saying goodbye to Xiaohong, I drove the broken pickup truck out of the city.

After leaving the city, you will see green everywhere. In these ten years of doomsday, the road that was originally covered with yellow sand has long been covered with countless plants.

I sat in the car, but my eyes were always looking out the window. I saw that the farmland that once stretched endlessly was now occupied by weeds. A hoe fell beside a puddle, covered with rust. Even the wooden handle was entangled with weeds, assimilated into the weeds.

I remember that this used to be a melon field. Ten years ago, when my mother and I drove past here, we often saw melon farmers setting up simple sheds on the roadside, shouting and asking passers-by to see their watermelons.

How long has it been since I last ate watermelon? Two years before the end of the world, I hid in a basement, crying and eating watermelon like a fool.

My thoughts drifted further and further away, and when I reached a fork in the road, I finally came to my senses. Looking at the fork in the road ahead, I felt a headache.

I had been here a long time ago. A year ago, there were about a dozen human settlements on the left side of the road, but during this year, about three human settlements were razed to the ground by the gathered zombies.

Another five were killed by humans from other strongholds. Those people killed almost all the men in those strongholds, abducted the women, and emptied out the supplies.

How should I put it? This world is experiencing a period of civilizational regression, but the speed at which they are degenerating is far beyond my expectations.

In almost every human stronghold, the same drama is being played out over and over again.

In the beginning, everyone tried to live a civilized life, doing their own job, but as time went on, things started to change.

Almost every leader of a stronghold, in the position of chief, was seduced by dictatorship and became out-and-out bandits. Due to the difference in physical fitness, the status of women declined rapidly, and finally they became like commodities.

The children born in this doomsday decade have an alarmingly high mortality rate. They are no longer like us, who received various vaccines from a young age. A small illness may take their lives.

I thought about it for a long time and finally drove towards the right fork. I didn’t know if I was becoming more and more like a madman. This time, I planned to break the rules I set for myself.

I'm going to go to the place where I had the last transaction and trade with that fat guy again.

This was a very risky decision for me, but somehow, today, I just wanted to do it. There was no particular reason, I was just tired of the constraints I had set for myself.

As if I was going to die, I stepped on the accelerator to the floor and rolled down the window. The cold wind blew into the car, forcing me to squint my eyes.

Although I will not die, today I just want to die once, just like those sudden thoughts of mine, illogical and unreasonable.

However, just as I drove to the same stronghold with this thought in mind, I saw a scene I had not expected.

boom! boom! boom!

I saw that the gate of the last stronghold had been destroyed, and an astonishing number of zombies were chasing several terrified men. Those men were running and shooting at the zombies in a disorderly manner.

The person running in the front was the fat guy who had a deal with me last time. He had thrown his gun aside and was running for his life at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his body size.

I looked at this scene in surprise. The densely packed zombies calmed my slightly hot brain.

Without any hesitation, I drove my broken pickup truck quickly towards the tide of zombies. However, the zombies were still too fierce. The effect of those shotguns was almost the same as the red T-shirt on Ah Wei's body. They could not stop Brother Jie who took off his glasses.

When I arrived there by car, the fat guy who was running the fastest was the only one still alive. Without thinking too much, I turned the steering wheel wildly, did a drift, and stopped beside the fat guy, yelling.

"Fatty, get in the car!"

The fat man was overjoyed and quickly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. At this time, the tide of zombies had also arrived, but they were still a little slow.

I stepped on the accelerator again and accelerated madly, leaving only sand for the tide of corpses behind me.

After the pickup truck quickly pulled away, the frightened fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at me with gratitude and said sincerely.

"Thanks to you, brother."

"From now on, I will follow you. You are my boss, and I will do whatever you tell me to do."

I didn't care about the fat man's show of loyalty. I asked curiously while staring at the road ahead.

"No, when I came here a few days ago, this stronghold was fine. How come it was flattened by zombies in such a short time?"

The fat man fumbled in his pocket and finally took out two cigarettes he had rolled himself. He took one and handed one to me.

I took the cigarette without hesitation, put it in my lips, took out a lighter and lit the cigarette. The fat man immediately stared at the lighter in my hand with envy.

The fat man laughed dryly, took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep puff, and then puffed out smoke while cursing.

"Alas, this time we just capsized in the gutter."

"A few days ago, the day you came to trade, our brothers went to the city to search for supplies and found a mother and son."

"I don't know how they managed to survive in the city until now. The brothers didn't think too much about it. We felt sorry for them and brought them back to the base."

The fat man spat out of the car window with some bad luck, and then continued with an unhappy look on his face.

"Logically speaking, we were the one who rescued that woman, so we should be her benefactors."

"Damn it, but in the end the woman resisted very vigorously. The stronghold boss originally thought that her clothes were nice and wanted her to take them off so that he could pamper the woman."

"Who knew she would actually slap the leader of the stronghold? How could she tolerate this? Does she really think she is a human being?"

The fat guy was talking excitedly and didn't notice that my face was getting darker and darker. Instead, he came closer with a lewd look on his face and laughed.

"Our boss is not a pushover. He immediately took her son over, and then the brothers had their fun on that woman in front of her son."

My face turned completely dark, but I was still suppressing my anger and trying to make my voice sound less angry.

"and then?"

The fat man put out his cigarette, slapped his own leg and said indignantly.

"Then this morning, that bitch brought her son and opened the gate of the base, and used herself to lure all the zombies in."

"I don't understand. She and her son will die too, and they will die first."

"What do you think she wants?"

I turned to look at the fat man, took out my revolver, put it against his forehead, and spoke to him seriously.

"For dignity."

Feeling the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, the fat man immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His fat body trembled constantly and he asked in confusion.

"No, what do you mean, sir?"

I didn't answer his question, I just stopped the car, put my finger lightly on the trigger, and said to him.