The offline life of the female zombie in the last days

Chapter 17

The so-called base around the city, literally, is a large base built around the periphery of the capital.

The so-called base is just a row of dilapidated board houses.

Most of the people sitting at the door of these prefabricated houses, there are old people and children, their eyes are dull, their expressions are numb, and they stare blankly at the broken three rounds passing by their door.

The atmosphere is not very flattering.

After pedaling for a long time, the old man who pedaled three wheels finally stopped.

A rotten board room that was almost run down, with the number we were looking for hanging on the door.

Before we came, we gave the old man two biscuits without any bargaining. After letting us go, the old man pedaled away on three wheels, wobbling just like when he came.

This prefabricated room is far from the star-rated hotels we have been staying in. Even if I sleep softly or hard, I will not suffer from low back pain.

"I'll clean it up, just look at it nicely." The industrious classmate Qiao Yan got up late with long sleeves.

Neither of us could sleep the first night, both of us felt malicious eyes from all directions.

He kept his eyes open until dawn, when someone knocked on the door.

"Open the door, from the statistics team!"

Qiao Yan left the creaking bed and opened the door.

The two soldiers who came in had business-like expressions on their faces, one of them sat on the only wooden bench, and the other ignored me sitting on the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed——

Qiao Yan frowned.

"This is a routine visit. We will make an identity badge according to your occupation. Please answer seriously."

"The capital currently provides three types of jobs to the general public. First, the special material team is mainly for adult able-bodied men. It is the most dangerous, but the salary is also the highest. Second, technicians will report their professional skills, and they will be awarded different jobs depending on the importance. Salary, this job has good salary and low risk; [-], all kinds of physical work in the capital, handyman, suitable for all ordinary people, although the salary is low, it is better than safety. Please choose one of these three jobs to participate, if they are the same It is also possible not to participate, but your supplies will be reduced to the minimum."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Three." Qiao Yan said.

"After the nameplate is made, someone will deliver it to your residence. I wish you a good time." The anxious soldier sitting on the chair greeted his partner to leave after registering.

The one sitting on the edge of the bed gave me a meaningful look before leaving.

In the few days before the official nameplate was made, we had no food to eat.

Fortunately, Qiao Yan still has a pack of biscuits with him. He can survive for two days without eating alone. I thought his food was very simple. I didn’t expect to see what my neighbors ate, so I realized my Pets suffer so extravagantly when they are hungry——

People in the entire Huancheng Base only had two meals a day, dry food in A-E areas, and thin rice porridge in F-Z areas.

If they had only relied on government relief, the people here would have starved to death long ago.

Three days later, there was no news from You Pengchao, nor the nameplate, but Qiao Yan ran out of biscuits.

The layer upon layer of iron nets in the capital is something that this zombie can't get back after he gets out. Even if I want to go out of the city to find feed for him, I can't do enough.

On days when there was neither food nor play, Qiao Yan suddenly became interested in my life.

"Did you learn to write by yourself?"

It stumped me when he asked this question.

Because in my only four years and six months of memory, there is no memory of learning.

Whether it's a computer or a car, I can tell the difference from as long as I can remember. Reading and writing are also skills that can be learned after opening the eyes.

I think these things may have been learned before I died hard.

When I die hard, the memories of my life will fly away, but the skills still remain.

That's what I infer.

This kind of philosophical thinking about whether I was born to die or whether I was born after death did not suit me at all.

When I wrote the word "zombie" on the paper, Qiao Yan said, "Why isn't it an advanced form of a zombie?"

Nonsense, have you ever seen such a beautiful zombie?Have you ever seen a zombie who can see the humorous world?

"Reckless."

For my rebuttal, Qiao Yan gave a two-word evaluation.

Well, Ben Zombie doesn't really know what a "thing" I am.

I thought Qiao Yan just wanted to study the origin of the zombie's species on a whim, but he was still quite persistent.

On the second day, he looked nervous, with one hand behind his back, standing at the door of the board room, refusing to step in.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I have something in my hand, relax, don't come over—!"

I stopped and turned my head to look at him in the room.

"You step back, as far as you can go."

Then, he slowly opened his palm to me.

Uh……

A small clove of... garlic?

"Hehe——you, do you feel anything? Are you afraid? Or do you feel disgusted?"

As an intellectual, Ben Zombie is very concerned about this.

I walked up to him, grabbed the clove of garlic, and swallowed it.

See, boy, superstition is anti-science—

Qiao Yan stayed for a few seconds, then jumped up: "Spit it out, spit it out——"

Your sister, disgusting or not——

I wave his hand away.

"Does your stomach hurt? Is there any discomfort?!" Qiao Yan was almost on top of me.

Ben Zombie is fine.

Qiao Yan stared at me blankly for a while, then bit her lip and hit me hard.

? !
Good boy, you want to stand up and become the master - I immediately prepared to give him an upgraded version.

"Hehe—don't scare me."

The little boy threw himself into my arms and said aggrievedly.

Damn... Ben Zombie, who was thundering and raining little, ran out of oil in his hands, and landed lightly on Qiao Yan's back.

recent--

I have some doubts.

Why, I feel like being eaten by a pet...?
(End of this chapter)