I sell Coke in the doomsday

In the dusty yard, I walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not push the door open.

For some reason, these slightly old houses make me feel that things have changed more than the ruins of the city. Maybe it’s because I have lived in those ruins for many years?

After wandering around, I finally found what I wanted in a courtyard.

A very well preserved tractor.

I was so overjoyed that I didn't care about my previous sadness. I rushed into the house and started looking for the tractor key. While rummaging through the drawers, I finally found a key, a pile of unopened cigarettes, and several lighters.

There is no greater joy than picking up trash.

You never know what good stuff you might pick up.

I put away my keys, opened a box of cigarettes, and put the remaining cigarettes into my backpack. After making all the preparations, I sat in the driving seat of the tractor with my backpack on, ready to go.

The tractor's high driving position and huge four wheels make it a bit like a go-kart... only a bit.

Chapter 92: Chuunibyou?

I sat on the tractor, inserted the key into the hole, and everything was fine.

I checked the fuel tank and refilled it with oil. I also checked the tires and found no signs of wear. This should be a "new car".

"Beep beep!!!"

As the car key was turned, the tractor immediately emitted a puff of black smoke, made a loud noise, and the driving seat of the tractor began to vibrate subtly.

Yeah, comfortable.

I couldn't help but put a smile on my face, and then quickly shifted gears and drove the tractor out of the yard. With my smooth operation, the tractor successfully reached a speed of 30 yards.

There is no way. Tractors are not designed for racing. After all, they are agricultural machines that focus more on practicality than speed.

I was wearing a cool bear skin, driving a cool tractor, and had an unlit cigarette in my mouth. To be honest, I looked really weird.

The dirt roads in the countryside are not easy to drive on, especially those that have been abandoned for ten years. Driving the tractor is very bumpy, and I feel like my facial muscles are shaking along with the tractor.

Just like that, like a performance artist, I drove a tractor along the weed-covered road, randomly chose a relatively flat road, and drove away into the distance.

My idea is very simple. The main road in the village always leads to the town, and it is never wrong to follow the main road.

During this bumpy journey, countless abandoned farmlands passed by my eyes. Those seemingly square fields had long been occupied by yellow weeds. It was the harvest season, but there was only endless grassland.

Every time this happens, I always feel lonely as if I am the only one left in the world. The chirping of insects and the birds flying across the sky only make my heart panic.

This feeling of loneliness did not last long. As I was watching the tractor moving along the road, several shrill screams suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Hearing the creepy screams, I frowned, hesitated for a moment, turned the steering wheel, and rushed towards the direction of the screams.

It is better to have less trouble than more. This was my creed before the end of the world, but after the end of the world, I wanted to control everything.

The shrill screams came one after another from a dense forest, but there was no space for a tractor to pass through.

So, after I drove the tractor into the woods, I had to jump out of the car, hide my back, and walk into the woods alone.

During this time, the screams continued to be heard, but as I got closer, the screams became clearer.

It was a scream that was unique to humans, and it came from more than one person.

I crouched down, used the big trees as cover, and walked carefully through the forest. Thanks to those powerful screams, I didn't have to waste too much effort in this dense forest.

Soon, I found myself near the source of the screams. Although it was already autumn, the tall weeds did not wither immediately. They just turned slightly yellow, which covered my figure very well.

I hid in the bushes and looked out secretly. When I saw the source of the scream, I couldn't help but frown.

I saw that in the forest twenty meters away, there was an open space that was artificially expanded, and at this moment, a group of zombies gathered in the open space.

The zombies gathered in twos and threes, gnawing at the food with their heads down. There was no need to think too much, as the zombies' menu had always been very monotonous, with nothing else except humans.

What made me frown was that in that open space, there was a rope hanging on each of the ten big trees that were deliberately left there.

Some of the ropes contained humans, both men and women, who were screaming in fear.

Some of the ropes were broken in the middle, and there were several arrows stuck on the tree trunks. Zombies were gathered under the tree, feasting on the food.

This is not difficult to guess. Obviously, someone hung these people on the tree and then attracted this group of zombies. The instigators stood on a high place and shot the rope with bows and arrows, causing those people to fall from the tree and feed the zombies.

But why do they do this?

I have always believed that when people do something, they should have their own purpose. If it is just to kill people, why go through so much trouble?

If the purpose is to torture, there are many more cruel and simpler ways in this world.

I didn't take action immediately. I continued to observe while hiding in the bushes, my eyes quickly scanning the surroundings and looking towards the high place opposite the big tree.

Based on the height and direction of the arrows on the trees, it was easy to determine the location of the masterminds behind the scenes. My eyes swept around and finally fell on a bush opposite the ten trees.

The grass there was a little too tall and too flat, as if it was deliberately made, but it was enough to fool the zombies.

I no longer hesitated, and took advantage of the cover of the grass to tiptoe towards that place.

The sunlight was mottled, casting tiny rays of light through the gaps between the branches and leaves. I moved towards there very slowly, but after only a few steps, an arrow was shot out from there, but the aim was a little off and it missed the rope or even the tree trunk.

This looked more like archery training, except that the target they used for practice was too luxurious.

Silently, I had already reached a very close position to that place. Those people didn't seem to notice at all, and their very low voices didn't quite reach my ears.

"Unclean... Leader... You deserve to die."

"Sacrifice... the Great Autumn Festival... a baby."

When those vague voices fell into my ears, only meaningless words remained, but these words made me feel puzzled.

What kind of childish line is this? I feel like they and I are not from the same world.

In order to hear more clearly, I had to risk moving forward a distance.

This time, this group of people still didn't notice it. I have to say, this group of people has the worst reconnaissance ability I have ever dealt with.

This time, I could see the men clearly through the bushes.

I saw that the men were squatting behind a few wooden boxes, which were covered with a thick layer of soil, and long weeds were growing on that layer of soil.

This is not something that can be done in a short period of time. It seems that such acts of slaughter have been going on for a long time.

Behind the wooden box, there were thirteen people in total. Among them, except for a man who looked to be in his thirties, the rest were young men around twenty years old.

These thirteen men all carried bows and quivers on their backs, and it looked like they were really training young people.

The middle-aged man, holding an arrow in his hand, spoke to the other young people with a distressed look.

"Time is running out. If you still can't hit the target, I will take care of it."

"Executing these evil people is our most important task, training is secondary."

"When the sun sets, the zombies will become restless. It will be very difficult to deal with them. If we scare the horses, we may not be able to go back."

"If you guys don't keep up the good work, I won't have the patience to wait for you anymore."

Bad people? This is a more immature name than I thought. What kind of mustache-like name is this?

Chapter 93: A brief fight

In the doomsday, I have met all kinds of crazy people, but this is the first time I have met someone as childish as this one.

In order to get more information about these people, I still did not take any action. I quietly hid in the bushes, waiting for my chance to strike.

At least, I have to know whether those people hanging on the trees really deserve to die. If I go out to rescue them rashly, what if I save a group of bad people and kill good people by mistake? That would be ridiculous.

A long time ago, I had a question. In many popular novels of that time, there was always a scene where the protagonist accidentally encountered someone being chased, and then the protagonist stood up.

I wonder, how do the protagonists know that the party being hunted is the good guy? Can't the bad guys be hunted? How do they tell the difference?

Later, I figured it out. There is always a pretty girl on the side being hunted, and the protagonist doesn’t care whether she is good or evil, but only cares whether the girl is pretty enough.

While I was daydreaming, the middle-aged man sitting behind the wooden box frowned again and lectured the young people.

"I'll give each of you one more chance, and then I'll finish it off. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, the young people nodded and responded in unison.

"understood."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man stood up first, strung an arrow, and aimed at the rope on the big tree at the chosen location.

The wild grass grown on the wooden box concealed his figure very well, so that the zombies did not notice that there was a group of delicious humans not far away from them.

The young man had a focused look on his face, holding the bowstring and preparing to shoot. The people hanging on the tree by ropes also saw the young man holding the bowstring and nodding the arrow.

One of the young girls looked very sad when she saw this, and she couldn't help but beg the young man desperately.

"No...I haven't done anything bad."

Hearing this, the young man who was holding the bow and arrow sneered disdainfully, looked at the girl from a distance, and whispered.

"Your last name is your sin."

"Go to hell and atone your sins!"

After saying that, the arrow in the young man's hand shot out instantly and landed squarely on... the ground.

I hid in the bushes, listening to the young man's immature lines, and got goosebumps all over my body. Can't they just speak like human beings?

Moreover, if the last name is "罪" or something, we can probably determine the moral character of this group of people.

I just don’t know if they sell indulgences?

After missing the target with one arrow, the young man retreated immediately. Another young man stood up and also put the bow string on the bow, muttering in a low voice with a pious look.

"God, are you looking at me like this?"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, I picked my ears with my fingers, stood up from the bushes with a strange look on my face, and replied softly.

"Yeah, I was watching you."

In an instant, everyone was startled, and then they hurriedly picked up their bows and looked at me vigilantly. The panic and confusion on their faces could be seen at a glance.

I walked out as if nothing had happened, continuing my tasteless words.

"Your skin isn't very good. Young people should stay up less late."

Everyone looked at each other and frowned at the same time. It was obvious that they didn't have much sense of humor.

Obviously he can come up with such childish lines.

Among the group of somewhat panicked young people, the middle-aged man was the first to react. He shamelessly hid behind the group of young people and questioned me loudly.

"who are you?"

I didn't answer the middle-aged man's question. Instead, I looked at the panicked young man in the front and asked with a smile.

"Who are you?"

The young man's eyes flashed, his hand holding the bow and arrow trembled, and then he answered honestly.

"We are the Guardians of the Reformed Church."

"Reserve."

Reformed Christianity, that crazy religion?

I rubbed my fingers and wanted to continue asking, but the middle-aged man angrily slapped the young man who had just answered the question.

"Why are you answering his questions?!"

"Can't you see? He's a heretic!"

"Set me an arrow!"

After hearing the order, the group of young people were still panicked, but they still did as they were told. However, they were still a step slow in their reaction.

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, I quickly took a step forward, and when the arrow fell, I rushed straight into the crowd without dodging.

I turned around and took a step forward, punching a young man in the stomach. The tremendous force instantly exploded in the young man's body.

The young man flew backwards instantly. I turned around and took a step forward. At the same time as I got punched in the face, I also kicked someone in the penis.

These young people obviously did not have much practical experience, and when they started fighting, everything became a mess.

I moved left and right, dodging the falling fists, while clenching my fists and hitting those people hard on the nose.

Things are different now. After my physical strengthening, I no longer need to use stealth assassination methods. I can just rely on brute force to beat these people into a pulp.