I sell Coke in the doomsday

To put it mildly, it did help me.

It was not until this moment that I turned my head and looked behind me. Sure enough, the strange guy could not catch up with me. Its physical strength was really too poor, and it was elusive, so we had to be on guard against it.

After making sure I was safe, I was completely relieved. I just sat on the ground and touched my healing palm with my left hand. When I spread out my left hand, a black ice bead fell from my palm and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

In fact, after confirming that the damn thing was there, I compressed an ice bead in my palm. The power of the icicle explosion can destroy that guy, but I don’t want to expose this ability of mine unless it is absolutely necessary.

The Nebula Body is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. It may not be aware of the killer weapon I just discovered. If so, Mo Li would not have taken the initiative to think of developing this ability.

The nebula body may be able to share the corpses of mutant zombies and turn any mutant zombie into its temporary host at any time and place, but the giant toad died extremely suddenly in the daytime, and even I, the instigator, did not react immediately.

Especially since the scene had been destroyed and looked more like the result of a thermal weapons explosion.

After all, he has the same memory as me, and the memory of the failed attempt must have restricted him, so as long as I can continue to conceal this ability, I can catch him by surprise and give him a big blow in the final battle with Mo Li.

I took a look at the falling black ice beads, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and wiped them away without leaving any trace.

"hiss!!"

The fur-ruffled orange cat was still hissing at me in protest. I looked over with some curiosity. Normally, this orange cat should run away immediately, so why was it still here?

In the dim night, I noticed that the orange cat in front of me seemed to be very old. Its orange fur was dry and stained with mud and dust. There was a gap at the mouth, as if it had been cut off by something. Although it was still protesting, its small body was shaking constantly.

It was almost dying of old age and could no longer run. Perhaps that was why it clumsily tried to scratch the glass door open with its claws.

As a pet cat, it is a rare thing for it to survive so many years in this doomsday, but it does not seem that its life is easy.

After many years, this orange cat is no longer cute. It is thin and old. In this city where Epiphyllum parasitizes all living things, it can probably be said to be a miracle that it can survive until now.

I am not a person who likes to keep pets, especially in this world. All the cats and dogs I met in my early years went into my stomach.

But at this moment, looking at this orange cat that is almost dying of old age, but is still trying to arch its body and show its teeth and claws to me, my mood suddenly becomes complicated.

"It can be considered fate."

I muttered to myself, then stood up and walked towards the orange cat. The orange cat instantly became alert, but it was really too old, and walking to the pet shop had already exhausted its energy.

It failed to escape and was easily caught in my hands. It began to struggle instinctively, but it was so weak.

I didn't care about its scratching and reached out to touch its neck. There was a red collar there, squeezing its neck tightly. Its owner would never have thought that the little orange cat back then would have grown so big now.

The red collar that was supposed to declare its identity is now a painful confinement for it.

I quickly took off the collar and put the orange cat back on the ground. Without the pressure of the red collar, the orange cat could obviously breathe much easier.

After landing, the orange cat seemed a little stunned. It stopped where it was and no longer demonstrated to me. Instead, it stuck out its tongue and gently licked the red collar thrown on the ground.

After doing all this, I was too lazy to move anymore, so I sat down where I was, leaning against the roadside railing, planning to take a rest.

I was a little tired, and originally just wanted to rest for a while, and then find a place to sleep after I recovered my strength, but I didn't expect that I would fall asleep directly.

But when I was half asleep, I felt that my knees were much heavier, as if something was pressing on them.

……

The next day, it was dawn.

When I woke up from my sleep, I was shocked to find that the orange cat from last night was curled up in my arms, as if it had had a sound sleep.

It was like the beautiful dreams that belonged to its distant memory, just like when it was in its owner's arms.

It seemed to regard me as its owner.

But it will never wake up again.

I reached out and gently stroked its dry hair, with mixed emotions, and whispered softly.

"Sleep well, little one."

Chapter 240: Siege (I)

A gentle breeze blew across my face, and I rubbed my brows, trying to smooth out my frown, but the more I rubbed my brows, the tighter they became.

I didn't try any further. I slowly stood up and put the body of the orange cat aside, among the dense weeds, letting the grass and the breeze bury it.

The temperature gradually rises, and it won't take long before the body of the orange cat begins to rot, emitting a rotten smell and attracting flies.

Maybe it's tomorrow, maybe it's today.

I didn't have too many emotions. I just looked at the body of the orange cat and thought about how it curled up in my arms at the end of its life. I couldn't help but associate it with some boring things.

Domesticating pets, making them docile and losing their wildness, is something we have been doing throughout history.

This has nothing to do with love, it's just about satisfying our endless desires.

I don’t want to say that this is wrong, I just think that perhaps humans are not the only creatures that miss the world that once was.

For example, this disheveled, old orange cat, was it also recalling those distant, carefree days in the last moment of its life?

There was no need to hunt, no need to live in the open air, and no need to arch the body in protest at every creature that approached.

At that time, someone played with it and bought it expensive canned pet food. It would go out for a walk every day. It would lie on the grass, stretching and yawning, living a comfortable life.

I rubbed my eyes again and looked at the empty street. There was a roar in my ears, as if I heard the bustling sound of car horns.

The wheels rolled over the road, bringing up the sound of wind, and scattered human voices passed by in the breeze.

I slowly opened my eyes, and those dreamlike voices shattered silently like bubbles.

"time to go."

I stopped thinking about random things, muttered to myself, then randomly picked a direction and strode forward.

Reminiscing about the past cannot change anything, it can only be another daydream.

I crossed the street, walking slowly along the shadows of the tall buildings. It was already daybreak, and I needed to be careful of those tough mutant zombies. I didn't want to expose the compressed cola ice. Without all my weapons, I would become their toy if I met those mutant zombies and be beaten at will.

This is my fifth day in the city. The black notebook used to record the mutated zombies has dissolved in the stomach of the giant toad. It’s time for me to go back to the Shield Stronghold.

I was lucky today. I walked all the way without encountering any mutated zombies. Finally, an hour later, I found a drivable car in a half-collapsed underground parking lot.

I don’t know if it was affected by the mutated zombies, but most of the underground parking lot was destroyed and most of the cars were smashed, leaving less than five usable cars.

I smashed the car window with my fist and violently pulled the skeleton in the driver's seat out of the window. I found the car keys among the wreckage and then climbed in through the broken window.

There was a strange smell in the car, and the cushion on the driver's seat was bitten by insects, like a black dog with alopecia areata.

I frowned and tore the cushion apart. The smell showed that the body had not been dead for long, and did not die at the beginning of the apocalypse. He must have entered the city to loot supplies, and then met with an accident and died here.

In the darkness, I kicked something at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and found that it was a pistol. I quickly took out the magazine and examined it carefully.

There are still three bullets in the magazine and the gun body is stained with black blood. Did this guy commit suicide?

Perhaps, he was bitten by a zombie when he entered the city to loot supplies, and fled all the way here. Knowing that he was about to become a zombie, he chose to commit suicide.

He must have been very desperate when he died.

I thought lightly, but turned the key in my hand, started the car, turned on the lights, and drove out of the half-collapsed parking lot.

The outline of the entire city has long been deeply engraved in my mind. After leaving the underground parking lot, I quickly turned the steering wheel and chose the shortest way out of the city.

Boom! ! !

When the car turned an intersection, a car in the distance was thrown high into the air and fell not far from me like a meteorite, breaking into pieces in an instant.

Looking closely, a hundred meters ahead of me, two mutated zombies were chasing a group of zombies parasitized by Epiphyllum. They lifted the cars on the roadside high up like sandbags and threw them out.

The fleeing Epiphyllums collided head-on with the car I was driving. Several figures were hit directly on the body of the car, and people and horses were thrown to the ground.

Seeing this, I turned around without any hesitation. In the eyes of those mutated zombies, killing me was definitely the highest priority, and I didn't want to be discovered by those two mutated zombies.

Although it should have been exposed by now.

"Roar!!!"

Sure enough, the two mutated zombies suddenly roared at the same time, and several shabby cars came towards me like meteorites. My eyes flashed and I stepped on the accelerator.

These two mutated zombies are obviously of the type with enhanced strength. Their speed definitely cannot catch up with the car. As long as I keep some distance, I can get rid of these two annoying guys.

As I stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated suddenly. I narrowly avoided the car that was coming towards me. The sound of a heavy object falling hit my eardrums, as if it was right next to me.

I didn't dare to stop. The accelerating car ran over the Epiphyllums that were blocking my way, and the car body was shaking violently.

This time, there are definitely many Epiphyllums that were killed by my driving. I hope that after Tongtong finds out, she won’t blame me for this.

By speeding up, I quickly got rid of those two annoying guys, but at the same time, their roars continued to sound.

Damn it, the two of them are recruiting other mutant zombies. After several days of observation, I found that the mutant zombies don’t have very high intelligence, but they can convey simple information through their roars.

In their eyes, I was like a small monster in the game that could drop top-quality equipment. Once discovered, those mutated zombies would start chasing me like crazy.

Except for the giant toads that don't distinguish between friend and foe.

Not long after the roar, a one-legged mutant zombie appeared in the rearview mirror of the car, moving by jumping and approaching me rapidly.

As luck would have it, it was a mutated zombie with enhanced speed.

Seeing the distance closing rapidly, I no longer cared about the route out of the city and could only drive in a straight line. In desperation, I held the steering wheel that was about to lose control with one hand, and with the other hand I held the pistol I had picked up before, aiming at the one-legged mutant zombie.

Chapter 241

Boom, boom, boom.

The one-legged zombie jumped quickly, approaching rapidly at a speed that was completely inconsistent with its size.

I held the steering wheel with one hand and held the pistol with the other, leaning out of the car window, ready to shoot at any time, but I now needed to keep my eyes on the steering wheel to prevent the car from crashing directly into the building on the side of the road.

Not only is it difficult to cope with both tasks, but there are only three bullets in the pistol. If one mistake is made and the three bullets land in different places, then they will be wasted.

Moreover, there was an intersection ahead, but the front and left sides of the intersection were blocked by debris, leaving me with no extra choice.

I simply couldn't concentrate on shooting accurately. After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth, put the pistol back, and put my hands back on the steering wheel.

The cold wind was howling, and I stared at the intersection ahead, ignoring the one-legged zombie that was getting closer and closer. At the same time, my body was leaning on the steering wheel, like a skeleton that had lost its support.

Just as the car came to the intersection, my eyes focused, and I exerted force with both hands, turning the steering wheel frantically, trying to make the car turn sharply while driving at high speed.

Zhi...zhi...

I heard the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground. It was only a few seconds, but time seemed to slow down in this worrying sound.

At the same time, the one-legged zombie had no time to change direction. It moved faster than a car, and due to its huge inertia, it was impossible for it to make such a sudden turn.

The bodies of mutated zombies are extremely powerful, but they are not machines after all, and cannot execute the operator's commands like a car.

boom! ! ! !

The next moment, the car, which was turning sharply at high speed, could not escape the force of inertia. Half of the car body left the ground, as if it was flipped over by a huge palm, and it turned sideways and slid straight forward.

The car body was shaking violently. I had completely lost control of my body while sitting in the car. My whole body was hitting against the car body like a jelly bean in a jar.

The car rolled over and slid less than ten meters before it came to a stop. The sound it made while sliding was really disgusting.

My head was already bleeding from the collision, but fortunately, although the car was scrapped, the body was not squeezed or deformed, and my body was not stuck in the driver's seat.

After coming to my senses, I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, raised my right leg, and kicked the left door.

Bang! The left door was deformed by the collision and friction and embedded in the car body. I kicked it three times before I finally got it off.

I panicked and got out of the left door with a pistol in my hand. After looking around, I found that the one-legged zombie was not far away.

Not only it, the car I was driving also failed to pass this bend smoothly. The machine could indeed execute commands faithfully, but it could not get rid of the force of inertia.

The one-legged zombie looked quite miserable. It tried to change direction at high speed, but it lost its balance. It fell heavily to the ground, and under the huge inertia, its body collided with the debris on the roadside.

With the help of speed, the debris that was originally unable to hurt it now slightly broke its skin.

The one-legged zombie looked at me approaching step by step and started roaring again. I estimated the distance between me and it, quickly removed the magazine, checked the bullets, put the magazine back into the gun, and then raised the pistol at it.

Now, I am less than twenty meters away from it. At this distance, there is no way I can miss.

boom! boom! boom!

After three gunshots, a small hole appeared on the one-legged zombie's head, revealing the shattered bones inside. After a moment of daze, it collapsed to the ground and melted like snow, leaving only the black bones.

Seeing this, I took a deep breath of relief, put the pistol with an empty magazine back into my pocket, turned around and left, limping forward.

It's safe, at least for now.

The speed of this one-legged zombie was really too fast. Under its pressure, I kept pushing my speed to the limit, so now I was a long distance away from where the first two mutant zombies sent out the signal.

There shouldn't be any other mutant zombies around here. I believe my luck won't be this bad.

Having said that, I still hid myself obediently, in the shadows, walking slowly but safely.