I sell Coke in the doomsday

"I heard that there is a human stronghold in the east called the Shield Stronghold. There are abundant supplies there, and the people have already returned to farming standards."

"We plan to go to the shield and live a peaceful life."

I looked at the shield logo drawn by Wang Quan, and some fragmented memories flashed through my mind. I seemed to have seen this logo somewhere, in this city.

Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy. There was no reason for a human settlement that had resumed farming to come to this city and risk its life to loot supplies.

"I... seem to have seen this sign in this city. They probably haven't recovered to the level of agricultural civilization."

With some doubt, I told Wang Quan about the shield stronghold, but Wang Quan seemed to have made up his mind and spoke to me nonchalantly.

"I know this too, but it is said that they want to rescue some survivors and bring them back to their base."

I wanted to persuade Wang Quan a few more times, but Wang Quan looked at me with hopeful eyes and laughed heartily.

"I want to believe that you and I are not the only ones in this world who are mentally ill."

I was still a little worried and asked Wang Quan.

"What if you're wrong?"

Wang Quan shrugged casually and said indifferently.

"I may be wrong, but I won't regret it."

For a moment, I looked at Wang Quan's determined look and suddenly felt a little ashamed. I, who have an immortal body, do not have the courage like him to trust someone I have never met.

After chatting with Wang Quan for a long time, I said goodbye to the four of them. I tried to invite them to my nest, but Wang Quan and the others were extremely obsessed with the stronghold called Weidun.

I stood in front of the library door, waved to the four people standing in the dark, and whispered.

"Wish ya'll good luck."

After saying goodbye to the four people, I secretly looked for the place where Tongtong had hidden before. I moved away the broken and rusty trash cans and found that Tongtong was squatting in the grass obediently, without moving a step.

"Good boy, good boy."

I touched Tongtong's little head and praised her in a clumsy way. Suddenly, I found that there was some dirt on Tongtong's face, and there was a shallow scar on her fair face, which was cut by something.

Moreover, she kept her hands behind her back, as if she was hiding something.

"Tongtong?"

I called her name in a low voice with some doubt. Tongtong slowly raised her head, and there seemed to be a glow in her beautiful pupils.

Tongtong slowly stretched out her hands like a little child and held them in front of me with some pride.

I saw a living gray-white hare kicking its limbs frantically in Tongtong's hands.

A breeze blew by, and I looked at Tongtong and the rabbit in her hands. My heart, which was originally like a stagnant pool of water, began to ripple.

I suddenly smiled, took the rabbit from Tongtong's hand with one hand, and with the other hand, held her hand for the first time.

Tongtong's palms were very white, like fragile glass dolls, but the temperature in her hands was slightly cool, leaving only softness.

I held Tongtong's hand and walked slowly forward, looking into the distance, and whispered to Tongtong and to myself.

"Let's go home."

Chapter 16: Confused

I held Tongtong's little hand and started our journey home. I walked very slowly along the way, so slowly that I had some illusions.

It's like, I'm very, very old.

But when I think about it carefully, I really can't remember my age. As early as ten years ago, my time was forcibly intercepted and frozen at that moment.

Therefore, I will never be able to escape the fate of being forgotten, and can only watch the remaining humans killing each other in front of me as a walking corpse.

The prosperity is gone, but all that is left is filthy bones.

So, when I meet someone like Wang Quan, I can't help but feel excited and happy from the bottom of my heart.

While I was daydreaming, I unconsciously pinched Tongtong's little hand and gently rubbed her fingers. It felt very strange.

When I was fleeing, in order to avoid being hunted down by the Corpse Cult, I once squeezed into a pile of zombies. I still remember the touch of those zombies.

Cold and stiff, just like corpses, except without the smell of decay.

But it was strange that although Tongtong's palms were a little cold, they didn't make me feel cold, and her skin was soft. When I pinched her fingers, it felt like I was pinching a piece of jelly.

Moving extremely slowly, the sun set towards the horizon little by little, and the pale golden afterglow, like a curtain, spread over from afar.

Suddenly, I looked at the sunset and called out with some anticipation and tentativeness.

"戈戈."

Tongtong turned her head, blinked her big eyes, tilted her head slightly, and made a puzzled sound.

"Huh?"

For some reason, this cannot be considered a normal conversation, but it made me happier and happier. Tongtong really remembered the name and was able to respond. This is indeed something to be happy about.

On the way back, at the entrance of a dead end, there was a wrecked car parked.

I remember that car, it was the car that the woman who shot me earlier was riding in.

It’s just a shame to lose a nice car, much better than my beat up pickup truck.

I sighed as I passed by the shabby car. If I could remember something at that moment, perhaps I would not have felt so regretful and self-blame later.

Before the sun completely set, Tongtong and I finally got home. I turned on the TV and played the soap opera that had been on loop countless times.

It's strange, Tongtong seems to like watching TV very much. I don't need to arrange anything for her. She sits on the sofa obediently and stares blankly at the male and female protagonists hugging and chewing each other on TV.

And I started preparing dinner for today in the kitchen.

Having learned from the last lesson, I adjusted the ratio of rice and water to 1:2, and then began to process the rabbit.

I have killed people and have been killed by people, but I have never killed a rabbit.

The hare was still alive. I could only hold its head with my hands and use a small knife to prick the artery in its neck.

I don't know who told me that animal blood left in the body will have a strong fishy smell.

I tried for a long time and was about to cut off the rabbit's head, but I couldn't find the damn artery. I had to give up and start skinning it with a knife.

To be honest, there was something oddly satisfying about watching the rabbit skin being peeled off bit by bit under the knife, and I knew it was all my crazy brain playing tricks on me.

It took me about twenty minutes to successfully skin the rabbit, and the rest of the work was much easier.

I chopped the rabbit into a pile of pieces, put them into boiling water, took out a few pieces and put them into the boiling water, cooked them directly, and finally threw in a handful of wild vegetables I picked up on the road during the day.

Well, it should be a wild vegetable, right? It looks different from ordinary grass, and it looks beautiful. One of the pink flowers is particularly beautiful. Before the apocalypse, I had never seen this kind of flower. It must be a new variety that appeared after the apocalypse.

After adding some random things to the rabbit meat in the pot, I covered the pot, let it cook, and turned to the living room.

In the living room, Tongtong was still staring at TV blankly, like a little child, focused and serious.

Sometimes I wonder what it is about the bloody soap operas on TV that attracts her.

"Uh."

After seeing me, Tongtong turned her head and made a cute "Umm" sound towards me. Maybe she was saying hello to me.

It's really cute.

Looking at Tongtong, all the depression I had from dealing with the rabbit disappeared. I sat next to her very naturally and watched the melodramatic idol drama on TV with her.

I don’t know whether the young male and female protagonists in the TV show are still alive. When I watch their intimate interaction, I can’t help feeling a little lonely.

In that civilized era, there were still many things I had not had time to do, such as loving a girl well, or taking my parents to the beach where they most wanted to go.

My life may remain incomplete until I go completely crazy.

On TV, the male and female protagonists are dating in an amusement park. To the sound of soft music, they hug and kiss each other. The camera switches between scenes without dialogue, accompanied by music, to show the sweetness of the two.

As I watched their sweetness and romance, I couldn't help feeling a little lost, and recalled the nostalgic memories in a trance.

I was in a daze and didn't notice that after I sat down, Tongtong slowly moved towards me like a kitten.

Her beautiful eyes moved and she looked at my profile, as if she saw my depression, but she didn't know what to do, so she looked at the TV.

At this moment, the date of the man and woman on TV has come to an end. The two sat on a bench, facing the golden sunset, smiling at each other.

The heroine smiled sweetly at the hero, then gently turned sideways and leaned her face on the hero's shoulder.

As I watched this scene, I complained in my heart that it was too cliché. I have seen similar scenes on TV many times.

Will anyone feel touched and warmed by this simple action?

Just as I was madly complaining about this scene in my mind, I felt a slight weight on my shoulder. It was Tongtong, imitating what she saw on TV, and leaning her little head on me.

The sound of tiny breathing fell gently on my neck, which made me feel a little itchy. I turned my head timidly, but saw Tongtong also looking at me. She smiled sweetly at me, imitating the heroine on TV.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing in my ears, and I felt that the thoughts in my head were in a mess. There was no logic, no rationality, just a mess.

I even forgot one very important thing, zombies should not breathe. This is crucial, but I became a fool at this moment and didn't notice it at all.

The night breeze blew the weeds outside the house, making them sway slightly.

And my heart was completely confused.

Chapter 17 Pink Flowers

I thought I was crazy, but I still considered myself sober. From the beginning, I emphasized that Tongtong should be a medicine for me to numb my spirit that was about to collapse.

But when Tongtong leaned her face on my shoulder, my heart was in turmoil. I became panicked, scared, and at a loss.

And an obsession I couldn't deceive myself about.

My heart started beating violently, hitting my chest madly, as if it was going to jump out of my body. I knew Tongtong was just imitating the heroine on TV, and I also knew that Tongtong was a zombie.

But no matter how much I know, I can't stop my heart from slowly moving towards Tongtong.

It was supposed to be a poison to quench thirst, but it gradually made me feel like I was sinking.

I think I must be really crazy.

The picture on TV was still going on, but I was completely unable to turn my attention back to the TV. I remained sitting there timidly, like a fool, at a loss as to what to do.

The water in the pot cooking rabbit meat had begun to boil, and the hot steam pushed the lid upward, making a series of noises, but I still sat on the sofa, without any intention of moving.

I dare not, and I am reluctant to do so.

I felt the breath hitting my neck, and suddenly my throat felt a little dry. I didn't know what I was thinking. In this subtle atmosphere, I secretly stretched out a hand and held Tongtong's waist.

When my hand was about to fall, my fingers moved slightly, and finally I retreated timidly. My palm then lightly fell on the sofa and clenched slightly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Tongtong finally moved her little face away from my shoulder and looked at me with some confusion.

Why, does he look a little strange?

I breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart was empty and I felt a sense of loss.

"Oh no, the water in the pot is running dry."

I found an unnecessary excuse, escaped from the sofa, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the steaming white vapor had slightly shifted the top of the pot lid, revealing a tiny gap. Slightly hot white vapor poured out from the gap and filled the entire kitchen.

I hurriedly took off the lid and looked into the pot. The moment I lifted the lid, a rich fragrance hit me in the face, which made me slightly dazed.

It's very strange and surprising. I didn't use any seasoning, not even salt. I thought it would be greasy boiled meat, but it actually smells delicious.

I think it was the wild vegetables I put in there earlier that had the magical effect.

But are those things really wild vegetables?

With this question in mind, I took out my chopsticks and fiddled with the pot casually, and found that the wild vegetables I had put in before seemed to be a bunch of weeds. They had become a paste, tasted dry and unpalatable.

The only thing was a pink flower that I had never seen before. It seemed to have completely dissolved into the flesh. I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find a single petal.

It seems that the pink flowers serve as seasoning.

The fragrant rabbit meat temporarily dispelled my previous panic caused by Tongtong. I happily served the rabbit meat, put it on a dish, and turned to look at the rice.

This time, I did not make a mistake. The rice was cooked very well, neither hard nor soft. As expected, the ratio of rice to water in the rice cooker should be 1:2.

The aroma of rabbit meat and rice intertwined in the kitchen and lingered in my nose. It was a nostalgic fragrance.

I took a deep breath, put the rice and rabbit meat on the table, and took out a bottle of Coke and placed it aside.

Tongtong also came over at this time, but she obviously had no interest in the sumptuous meal on the table. She just sat next to me as was her habit and stared at me blankly.