The offline life of the female zombie in the last days

Chapter 53

"Damn, who are you, so fierce!" The boy yelled and took a step back.

"I'm bored, let's play checkers." I pursued persistently.

"Nervous you!" You retreated.

"Come play checkers." I chased.

Ben Zombie didn't ask for your opinion. I lifted the boy by his collar and swung him onto my back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In this barren mountain, screaming is so human.

"Call it, call it more." I said to the boy.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa than down than down than''' than I heard with satisfaction."

Carrying the boy out of the cave, I stopped suddenly.

Oops……

I lifted the boy down and looked at him with a serious face.

"What?!" the boy yelled.

"... I don't seem to be playing checkers?"

"Master, how do I know if you play checkers!!"

Then... let's make one.

I threw the boy back on my back, and in exchange for another burst of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" I started looking for stones in the ground.

One kind of gray, one kind of brown. After I found the quantity, the boy was on the verge of a cerebral hemorrhage because of my frequent bending over.

Well, let's play--

I found a big stone at the height of a table, put the boy inside, and sat down outside by myself.

"Crazy! How do I play here?!" The boy said wow.

Oh?It seems that you have decided to accompany me, a wise choice.

I raised my finger and poked many holes in the stone surface under the dumbfounded eyes of the young man. These holes were all simulated chessboards. After poking, I drew a pentagonal circle on the outside for realism.

Then, I pointed to the stones on the ground: "Which one do you want?"

"I don't want any of them—!! You wear your paralyzed underwear?! You can poke holes in stones with your fingers, what are you still doing here? The world needs you to save me, goddess!!"

This person... is there something wrong with his brain?
"Play with me or die, choose one." I said displeased.

"Damn! You gave some technical options?! What do you want to force me to play checkers for a long time?!" Although it was noisy, fortunately, the young man reluctantly picked up the stone.

I picked up the brownstones and began to place them - your battle has arrived!Mr. Red Pearl!
Unexpectedly, after World War I, he discovered that the boy turned out to be a master of it, and even the peerless genius like this zombie was taken aback for a while, but the victory was on the side of this zombie, no matter how the boy struggled, The zombies ushered in the final victory.

"Damn! Impossible! Impossible!" The boy scratched his head fiercely, his whole head turned into a chicken coop, and he was still staring at the chessboard and said it was impossible.

Hmph, can this zombie be defeated by mere mortals?
I stood up, and the boy raised his head suddenly: "What are you doing?"

"Let's go."

"Gone? Just left? Really gone?"

"It's really gone." I said seriously.

"..."

The boy who was inexplicably captured and inexplicably released had a look like he had eaten shit.

"Hey, are you a local here?" The boy suddenly asked me.

"No."

"Lake of Tranquility, have there been so many zombies here before?"

"I said no." I said impatiently.

"Damn! You're going to die if you answer it!" The boy's hair was brutally ravaged by himself again.

"Hmm..." I thought for a while and replied, "I wasn't like this before I fell asleep."

"Asleep? Changed overnight?" The boy's eyes widened.

Who knows how long I've been sleeping, it's winter when I wake up...

I asked the boy's current date, only to find out that I have been sleeping for a year and a half!

What a long sleep.

I left here and got back on the road.

Well, which way should I go to the capital?

Just as I was struggling, a fishy wind blew into my nose.

Trackers, and purposeful trackers at that, are heading in this direction.

Trackers are not the product of natural mutation, but artificially created zombies. Although we were not able to access the core information of the X virus because of insufficient authority when we were in the capital, this basic zombie classification is known to everyone in this apocalypse common sense.

I didn't intend to be bored to fight with the stalker, but unexpectedly, the moment we met, the zombie was locked by the stalker.

I looked around, there were no living people, and we had no conflict of interest, so logically speaking, there would be no fighting.

only possible...

His target was me.

This is unscientific, why did this zombie become the target of the stalkers?

Before I could continue to think seriously, the stalker crouched down and rushed towards me.

Little sample, do you think this zombie still eats your tricks?
I dodged sideways, and the pursuer rushed over me as it brushed against me, and hit the ground with a punch.

"Roar--"

With a heavy and oppressive feeling, the black giant roared and withdrew his huge fist that was buried deep in the snow.

I was beaten up by your brother last time, let's get it back on you this time.

I flicked my fingers, and ten white phalanxes emerged from the skin.

I rushed forward and dodged the hunter's hunting fist. The bone was inserted into the hunter's abdomen at lightning speed, and I tore it hard—the black internal organs fell to the ground with the hunter's howling. , dirty the white snow.

Howling, the tracker grabbed my shoulders with two huge hands, his stinking spit dripping right in front of my eyes.

Getting close to me is courting death.

I ignored the palms he squeezed hard on my shoulders, and slashed the tracker's abdominal cavity twice, and a large mass of rotten organs fell out of it.

"Roar--!!"

There was a furious howl of pulling trees and shaking mountains, and the two huge palms held by the tracker on my shoulders were pierced by my extended long bones, piercing my white bones like a barbecue.

The tracker let out a scream, and pulled out his palms with brute force. At this time, his palms were unsurprisingly useless.

I decided to make a quick fix.

When I don't want to waste any more time, I only need one step to kill a tracker, that is, easily wipe his head with the extended finger bone.

After cutting off the head, the tracker's huge body crashed down, splashing snowflakes in front of my eyes.

Suddenly, I noticed that there seemed to be reflections in the eyes of the tracker.

I gouged out his eyeballs, investigated and found...

This is... pinhole photography.

That disgusting sense of peeping came from here too.

With a nauseous grunt——

I frowned and crushed the bloody eyeball.

(End of this chapter)