The offline life of the female zombie in the last days

Chapter 25

In order to reduce Qiao Yan's burden, I split the heads of all the zombies that appeared in my field of vision into watermelons.

Behind the door, in the elevator, in the fitting room, behind the shelves, the members of the seventh group who followed me were almost decorations. Their role was to follow me behind me with reverent eyes and whispers in an exclamation tone. whisper.

The two knives fluttered magnificently, and the zombies I approached were all killed with one knife without exception. I was like a farmer harvesting red wheat fields in autumn.

No one shot behind him, and there was no need to shoot.

No dead angle, 360° all-round attack.

"The first floor has been cleaned up!" Zhang Teng shouted, directing the team members: "Xiao Jin! Wang Huatao! Hu Liwen! The search for materials has begun! The rest of the team members follow me to the second floor!"

Just entered the second floor, as if poking a honeycomb, densely packed zombies rushed towards us.

"Damn it! The third group didn't carry out the cleanup at all! They went straight to the supermarket area on the third floor to grab supplies!" A person in the group cursed, and started shooting wildly with a gun.

"These bastards..." Zhang Teng spat out the filth, and stood at the forefront while shooting.

Not knowing how to use a gun, I stood beside them and watched.

"Qiao Yan is on the third floor! Leave it to us here! Hehe, go up quickly! Qiao Yan can't do it alone!" In the gap, Zhang Teng turned around and shouted at me.

"Don't worry about us! Go help Brother Qiao!" The young man who liked to laugh the most in the group also shouted to me.

I looked at the dark crowd of zombies, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed in.

"Ah!" A scream came from behind.

The double knives flipped up and down, cut obliquely, and crossed one after another. When I killed the zombies out of a vacuum, I turned around and rushed towards the stairs on the third floor.

"Be careful!" someone yelled.

Walking into the third floor, one after another gunshots were immediately heard.

"Here! That kid is here!"

The three men called out to their companions loudly. Before turning around to hide, Qiao Yan hit two of them on the forehead.

"Damn it! Come help!" The survivors roared loudly.

I approached from behind and hooked him around the neck.

"Cough..." The man slowly fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously, and his eyes stared at me bitterly.

Blood gushed out from the cut, forming a pool of blood at the foot.

"Hehe." Qiao Yan walked up to me.

I held two knives, passed through the end of the shelf, and stabbed a member of the third group in the chest with one knife.

"you……"

Go deeper, if the man has not finished speaking, there is no need to say any more.

Qiao Yan turned his backhand to the aisle twice, and two more members of the third group who had just arrived fell down.

"There are five more." Qiao Yan clenched his guns tightly, then took a sharp breath, and quickly rolled over the ground.

Dense bullets shot at the ground Qiao Yan passed by.

The two counter-shots knocked down two sources of bullets.

"Damn! Be careful! Pay attention to defense! This kid is very accurate with marksmanship!" Liu Qun roared.

There are only three left, and there is no need to dodge it.

Holding two knives, I stood out from the shadows and rushed forward.

The bullets came crazily, I rolled on the spot, stood up on one knee, and stabbed Liu Qun fiercely in the abdomen.

"Wait, wait! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

The leader died, and only two of the eleven were left, and the other two remnants panicked.

"Misunderstanding? Okay, I get it." Qiao Yan suddenly stopped and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, brother, thank you..." Before they could finish speaking, both of them fell down with stunned eyes.

I saw my expressionless reflection in their startled eyeballs.

"...So what." After Qiao Yan finished speaking to the corpse, he withdrew his smile.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs.

"Qiao Yan! Hehe!" Zhang Teng yelled and rushed forward.

"Are you okay?! They..." After seeing the corpses all over the floor, Zhang Teng closed his mouth.

The team members behind also stopped, and a strange silence spread in this space.

"Don't be stupid! Everyone who can move goes to collect supplies!" Zhang Teng was the first to break the silence.

"Yes!" The other team members hurriedly carried out their tasks as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"...Are you injured?" Zhang Teng stepped forward, and the first question he asked was yes.

Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then replied: "...No."

"Hehe?" He looked at me.

I shook my head.

"That's good." He only said these three words, and then joined the work of other team members.

I looked at his back, as if I suddenly understood something.

Like a divine enlightenment, a part of my mind suddenly cleared up, and I said to Qiao Yan:
At first I thought You Pengchao was a bad guy, but then I thought he was pretty good. At first I thought Zhang Teng was a bad guy, but now I don’t think he is either.

Is it true that there is no such thing as pure good or bad in this world, and everything is born of chaos?
In other words, there are no good people or bad people in this world?
Qiao Yan looked at me for a long time, with complex expressions, including surprise and sadness. Finally, he held my hand and said in a low voice:
"Hehe, whether they are good or bad has nothing to do with you. These humans, as long as you find out that you are different from them, your fate will not be better than these zombies. Humans are ugly creatures, and they can give up everything in order to survive creature.

Only I, who is completely yours, can accept you as you are, as you are.So what happens to them has nothing to do with you, you just need to watch me and follow me. "

Only...you...?

I looked at Qiao Yan.

"Qiao Yan, come and help!" Someone from the team shouted.

"Here we come." Qiao Yan replied, smiled at me, and walked towards that direction.

I looked at his back, still thinking about that sentence.

The throat is a little moist, which is not a physiological reaction that a dead person should have.

I reached out to touch my mouth, and a deep purple liquid was stained on the back of my pale hand.

Could this be... my blood?

(End of this chapter)