Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 77

Probably yesterday’s good mood was still working, and breakfast turned into hot chopped green onion rolls and hot milk. The layered rolls were sprinkled with finely ground peanuts, with a rare oily aroma in the end of the world. The aroma is tangy.There is also a bright red apple next to everyone's breakfast to supplement daily vitamins and fiber.

The price of a flower roll is only [-] cents more than steamed buns, and it is only [-] cents in points, which is affordable.

In fact, even the better ones can afford it, but maybe it was because of too many hard times when I was a child, Xiao Lin always had a sense of crisis. Once he didn't have a lot of points and stocks in his hands, he would panic inexplicably. irritable.

003 expressed unconditional support for this. In his own words, as long as it is food, there is nothing he doesn't like.

The so-called good life is nothing more than this.

After eating, Xiao Lin washed two bottles of milk with boiling water, filled two more bottles of boiling water, and both of them stuffed the thermal water bottles into the small pockets on both sides of the mountaineering bag, and finally arranged their clothes and set off again.

The wind and snow are still outside, and the sky is tirelessly blowing up the wind pockets and blowing.

The villa area is already in the outskirts. Xiao Lin and 003 walked out of the city in about three to four ten minutes. Looking around, there is endless wilderness in all directions, and the white expanse glows in the weak sunlight. Light, it doesn't take long to get dizzy.

In order to prevent snow blindness, Xiao Lin used ashes to blacken the inside of the ordinary goggles before finding the special snow goggles from the villa area.

003 is still like yesterday, leading Xiao Lin in front, walking forward step by step.

It's not entirely for care, the wind is too strong, if it's just a person, it's likely to be blown away by the gurgling, and it's still staggering like this.

In the face of the angry nature, the strength of a single human being seems so small and insignificant.

Both of them carried a fire ax in their other free hand, and occasionally used it as a crutch. From time to time, the sharp edge reflected a white and miserable light in the air, which was inexplicably chilling.

The most common thing to see on the road is all kinds of cars that are half buried, which look like small hills from a distance.

003 really brought the land-scraping spirit to the extreme. He would not let go of any car. When he saw a car, he searched for it. The glass and the rear compartment of the car were all broken, so he really couldn’t find it. Less good things come.

"Xiao Lin back up!" 003 said, taking a step back abruptly, then with a flick of his right wrist, the sharp fire ax drew a shining trace in the air, and knocked out a small person who rushed over from the back seat of the car. The zombie was firmly nailed to the seat.

Click!

The zombie was completely cut off from the neck, and the head with its mouth open slapped off, rolling away with a grunt, and then reluctantly stopped when it touched Xiao Lin's toes, its cloudy eyes were dull staring at the sky, as if expressing endless unwillingness.

Xiao Lin looked at it for a while, then raised his foot, and stepped his completely motionless head deeply into the snowdrift with the sole of his shoe.

The dead are not qualified to be unwilling, only the living can have hope.

"Look at these!"

003 bent down and got out of the car, holding two large plastic bags in his hand, which were full of food.

Laughing a few times, 003 turned behind Xiao Lin and stuffed it skillfully into her backpack.

The weather was so bad that almost no survivors had the thought to go to such a desolate road to search a little bit, so this area was well preserved, and the things left in the car were basically untouched.

It's just a little regretful that, whether it's artificial or a coincidence, what 003 finds are basically potato chips, plums, jelly and other snacks, and there is basically no food that can satisfy his hunger.

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, so something is better than nothing.

After finally closing the zipper, Xiao Lin turned his hands over to feel it, frowning, "It's full."

003 nodded and waved his hand, "Let's go!"

When we arrived at the rest station, it was still dark, but if we gave up this and continued walking, there would be a great possibility of sleeping in the open.

Staring at the zombies standing or moving in the snow from afar, 003 turned his head to look at Xiao Lin who had already put the fire ax in front of him, and grinned, "Cut it?"

"Chopped!"

Shopping malls, supermarkets, rest stops, these are the favorite places for survivors to collect supplies. Waves come and leave, but some may be buried here and never leave again. .

There were many vehicles parked here and there in the open space outside, lifeless.

With such a heavy snow, ordinary vehicles are basically equivalent to waste.

The low temperature suppressed the spread of the scent of the living, which helped the axe duo somewhat.

Even though they were carrying a huge mountaineering bag, Xiao Lin and 003's movements were not affected at all, they were extremely flexible in dodging, and the axes in their hands waved into afterimages.

The immaculate white snow field was quickly polluted, two sets of footprints stepped in, and then there were scattered red and yellow things scattered down, dotting abstract patterns on the white background.

A car slowly approached in the distance, and saw that the four ordinary round tires had been replaced by steel tracks, which was why it was able to walk on flat ground in the snow.

The silver-blue body provides a good protective color for it, and the sound of driving is very small. If you don't look carefully, it is easy to ignore it.

A car window in the front half was slightly lowered, and a man holding a book inside looked at Xiao Lin and 003 who had been hacked and observed for a while, then turned around and asked the other person behind him, "How is it?"

The man in question was about 30 years old, with a burly figure, and there was a slanting scar on his left cheek, which made him even more murderous.

The man who asked the question was obviously a few years younger than him, with a slightly pale complexion and a gentle appearance.

But that's it, the man's attitude towards this person is extremely respectful. Although he didn't express it obviously, his respect can be clearly felt in his expression.

The man shook his head, "I can't beat it."

As soon as the words fell, it was fine for others to fall, a girl in the carriage who was a few years younger than Xiao Lin pouted first, and hummed softly, "Also"

She only uttered one word, and the rest disappeared in the faint eyes of the man holding the book.

(End of this chapter)