I sell Coke in the doomsday

Outside the dilapidated wooden house, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring.

Inside the house, I lit a fire and, under the gaze of a group of zombies, quietly recited the famous "Spring", which seemed absurd and weird.

On the roof, there came the rustling sound of raindrops falling, which made me sleepy. I felt a little tired unconsciously. After finishing reading the essay, I threw the book on the table and turned to look out the window.

The dark clouds in the sky were still heavy and the rain was still falling heavily, as if it would continue to rain for the whole day.

In fact, people are the same as trees. The more they yearn for the sunlight above, the more their roots will extend into the darkness underground.

Looking at the weeds outside the window that were bent by the rain, I suddenly thought of something.

The children born in this doomsday may never know the names of people like Li Bai and Du Fu. The once eternal elegance has come to an abrupt end today.

The continuation of civilization has long been like that yellow earth grave, overgrown with weeds. No one pays tribute to it anymore, and no one will remember it anymore.

And the group of unusually well-behaved zombies behind me are constantly reminding me that I am no longer the same as the remaining humans.

I am a zombie, and they are walking flesh. We have all lost our souls, leaving only an empty body.

Ha, sure enough.

In these last days, everyone is a third-rate philosopher.

Chapter 9 A ray of hope

The rain lasted for a long time, and the sound of the dripping rain really made people feel sleepy, but there was only one bed in the house, and it was crowded with zombies.

But fortunately, zombies have always been submissive, so I pushed away the group of zombies without any hesitation and occupied the entire bed like a bully.

The zombies gathered beside the bed, looking angry and staring at me. I was not used to being stared at while sleeping, so I gave them a middle finger, turned over and stopped looking at them.

Amid the sound of incessant rain, I fell asleep quickly. Perhaps it was because those stupid zombies blocked the wind for me, I did not feel cold in the heavy rain and slept surprisingly well.

I slept soundly from noon to afternoon. When I opened my eyes again, the zombies in the house had disappeared. When I looked outside, the rain had stopped.

The moist air from outside the house drifted into my nose, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood.

I yawned, got up sleepily, picked up the half bag of rice that I had placed on the table, walked out of the house, went back to the place where I had thrown the hammer, and picked it up.

Feeling the weight on my shoulders, I suddenly felt that I had the courage again.

With rice, I can eat normal meals. With a hammer, I can smash the broken bricks in the community into pieces and plant potatoes.

I can finally live a better life.

I threw the hammer into the car, placed my precious rice on the passenger seat, and started my journey home with unprecedented hope.

Dusk falls and the sun sets.

I sat in the car, feeling unusually sober and unusually naive, and seemed to have unrealistic expectations for tomorrow.

When night fell, I drove the broken pickup truck back to the city. The road was full of potholes and dirty water. When the car passed by, the dirty water splashed onto the zombies on the roadside.

The zombies, who didn't like water, avoided the heavy rain but couldn't avoid me. They roared at me but had no desire to chase me.

I drove all the way back to the neighborhood where I lived, hid the pickup truck, and walked in the dark carrying the half bag of rice.

In the darkness, when I was passing by a bench in the community, I suddenly saw a figure sitting motionless.

I was a little surprised, and my thoughts suddenly became a little messy and some unrealistic thoughts came to my mind.

Could it be that Xiaohong is still waiting for me?

Zombies do have the ability to remember, but obviously they cannot understand what I say. Even if they can, no zombie will obey my orders and stay where they are and wait for me.

Although I knew it was impossible, my heart still started beating uncontrollably, my brain started to get full of blood, and I walked over quickly with some excitement.

As the distance quickly shortened, the figure gradually became clearer.

The dirty red skirt and long hair seemed to be much cleaner after being washed by the rain.

I can finally confirm that the figure is Xiaohong.

When I walked within ten steps of her, Xiaohong also noticed me. She raised her head slightly, and there seemed to be a light between her beautiful eyes. She imitated the gesture I made when I said goodbye to her in the morning and waved at me gently.

"Huh?"

I was panting, inexplicably excited, and I didn't know what I was so happy about. I just stood there, smiling at her foolishly, and the rice on my back fell to the ground without me noticing. It felt like a lifetime ago.

I seem to like the feeling of being waited for, as if at that time I am the center of the world and cannot be missing.

A very strange feeling of being valued.

After a moment, I finally came to my senses, picked up the rice that fell on the ground, and walked slowly to Xiaohong. I originally planned to put the rice on the bench and then give her a hug.

However, when I walked up to her, I found that Xiaohong was completely wet. Her skirt, which was already a little tattered, looked even worse after being soaked by the rain.

The ends of Xiaohong's hair were still dripping with water. The heavy rain did not wash her little face clean, but instead left traces of mud and water.

She... seems to have been waiting for me here. As a zombie, she should hate rain.

I looked at the embarrassed Xiaohong, feeling neither amused nor helpless, and spoke while smoking a cigarette.

"Are you stupid? You should at least take shelter when it rains."

"Huh?"

"Come on, come back with me and I'll change your clothes."

I naturally took Xiaohong's hand and took her home, and Xiaohong cooperated with me very well without any resistance.

After returning home, I started the diesel generator to supply electricity to the house, then naturally took Xiaohong to the bathroom, took off her clothes, and washed her whole body.

Don't ask too much. There is no law in the apocalypse, and even if there is, I don't think the law will protect a zombie. When a zombie can obtain a lawyer's license one day, I can consider whether my behavior is legal.

After washing Xiaohong's whole body, I looked for women's underwear, jeans, and jackets.

Don't ask me why I have this thing. It was left by the previous owner. It's not that I have any special fetish.

Xiaohong is much prettier than I had imagined, and seems much younger than I thought. Without the stains and mud, she looks like a young girl who has just entered college, young and beautiful.

From the beginning to the end, Xiaohong didn't resist my behavior at all, but in my eyes, the zombies seem to be quite submissive, so there's nothing strange about it.

I asked Xiaohong to sit on the sofa, and I used the hair dryers I collected to blow her hair.

Suddenly, I realized that I seemed to be treating Xiaohong as a normal human being.

"Am I...finally going crazy?"

I laughed at myself and didn't think deeply about this question. I continued to blow dry Xiaohong's hair. There was nothing wrong with being crazy. At least it was more comfortable than being sober.

After blowing Xiaohong's hair dry, I turned on the TV and let Xiaohong stay on the sofa to watch TV while I went to prepare my dinner.

What would it feel like for zombies to watch TV? Would they drool like I did when I watched KFC commercials as a kid? After all, there are people on TV.

Because of the rain, the rice seemed to be a little wet, but I couldn't bear to eat the scarce rice just like that. I had to at least kill a small animal before I could pair it with the rice.

So, tonight's dinner is another result of my free play.

Maybe it's because I was too happy tonight, so my wild imagination seemed to be restored a little.

I poured the Coke into the pot, then added the Isatis root that had expired seven or eight years ago, and finally poured in the canned food that had a strange smell.

A wonderful combination that can create miracles, I think.

Many years later, I can no longer remember what the can tasted like that night.

I just remember that I vomited so much that night that I almost vomited out everything in my stomach.

Chapter 10: Claiming Sovereignty

The reason why Xiaohong is called Xiaohong is because she was wearing a red dress on the day I met her. This name is so shabby that it can't even be called a name.

So, after I vomited everything in my stomach that night, I lay weakly on the sofa, looking at Xiaohong sitting next to me, and I suddenly realized.

I should have given her a real name.

Ah, here it comes, one of the flaws of human beings, we like to use things like names to assert our sovereignty.

This defect is reflected in almost every aspect of human beings. For example, giving nicknames to friends will make them appear intimate, changing the way you address a girl will make the relationship seem closer, and when parents name their children, they will give them their surnames to prove the continuation of their bloodline.

I don’t know if I treated Xiaohong as a pet, but no matter what it is, it should have a name.

It’s a pity that I’m not good at naming. I thought about it for a long time but couldn’t come up with a suitable name. Of course, it may also be that the dish of Isatis root cooked with Coke has corrupted my brain.

Until, when I was about to fall asleep in a daze, I remembered the CD I found during the day, and the name on the CD suddenly woke me up.

"戈戈."

It is also a very simple name, but it sounds much more comfortable. I sat up from the sofa, turned Xiaohong's body over, and stared at her eyes for a long time.

"Huh?"

Looking at Xiaohong's eyes, I smiled. Her eyes are very beautiful. There is no filter in her pupils. They are extremely pure and beautiful.

Tongtong, this name really suits her.

I looked at Xiaohong who seemed a little confused. No, it was Tongtong. I don’t know if it was my illusion, but her body seemed to be warmer when I touched it than when I saw her yesterday. It was no longer so cold.

"戈戈."

I pointed at her and whispered her name. Tongtong looked at me quietly, not moving at all, like a puppet at my disposal.

"戈戈."

I pointed at her again and called out the name, hoping that she would remember it and that this would be her name from now on.

Zombies have memory, so this is definitely feasible. With such a naive idea, I pointed at Tongtong and repeated the name for a long time.

This process lasted until late at night. Finally, I was exhausted and decided to take things slow and go to bed early tonight.

Although zombies don't need sleep, I still left the sofa to Tongtong, and I went back to the bedroom, curled up in the quilt alone, and started to sort out today's affairs.

Even though I am slow-witted, I noticed that Tongtong was a little different from when I first met her yesterday. Something had changed her.

I remembered feeding her blood yesterday. In fact, she was the first zombie who successfully drank my blood. The zombie that bit me at the beginning walked away with a gloomy face before its teeth could penetrate my flesh.

So, is Tongtong's abnormality related to my blood? Then...if I continue to feed her with my blood, will she have more changes?

Or even... have intelligence?

The more I thought about this, the deeper I got into it, and the more excited I became.

What if the overlord of this era is no longer human?

So, what about zombies?

As long as the zombies have intelligence, then everything can start all over again. The human heritage is still there, the accumulation of millions of years, just placed in the books.

Restoring civilization is not a delusion.

It's very strange, I seem to have classified myself into the zombie camp, and some anti-human people are thinking about making zombies the new overlords of the earth.

Sure enough, I am becoming more and more like a madman.

With these strange thoughts in mind, I slowly fell asleep. At that time, I didn't realize what was happening beside the sofa in the living room.

Tongtong sat on the sofa with her long hair scattered around. Her originally lifeless eyes were now fixed on the TV.

A cheesy idol movie was playing on the TV screen. As the characters in the screen had an illogical conversation, Tongtong, who was sitting on the sofa, moved her lips awkwardly, as if she was imitating or learning.

Just like that, I missed a very important thing and almost did something that I regretted.

……

The next day, after getting up, I helped Tongtong wash her face and hair. I finally made her clean. I couldn't let her become dirty again.

Then, I threw all the remaining Isatis root into the trash can. I swore that even if I died, I would never eat Isatis root cooked with Coke again.

After having a simple breakfast of expired canned food, I began to prepare for my farming plan.

If you want to farm, you must first clear the land, so I have to smash those broken bricks in the community into pieces.

Tongtong seemed to have an unusual interest in me and followed me all the way to the place I had chosen in advance.

Since I want to farm, I have to consider the issues of light and water accumulation. It has to be able to get sun, and the place I chose can get sun for a whole day.

I was dragging the hammer and looking at Tongtong who had been following me, and suddenly I came up with a bad joke.

Ah, this joke is very short, and probably only people like me who have read a lot of fantasy novels can understand it. This joke is really, really short, so short that it only has four words.

Recognize the Lord with a drop of blood.

Well, I admit that this joke is cold and bad, but I just came up with this joke for no apparent reason.