After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

When the early cherry blossoms in Daxing City are full of branches, Miss Zombie can already go to the ground.

- Of course, she is not called Miss Zombie now, her name is Lu Yao.

And in the deepest part of the Daxing Medical Research Institute, in this unnamed small courtyard, 18 people like her have now been admitted.

With the help of the precious information from Kyoto and the help of these half-dead people, the vaccine research progress is progressing rapidly.

However, it seems to have hit a bottleneck recently.

—Because Ni Youqing, who goes to Rong Yun's place to eat food almost every day, has not left the door of the research institute for five consecutive days.

Humans from the wind kept pouring into this small city, and the municipal government had to start to consider the problem of urban expansion.

Of course, there are also countless refugees from all over the world.

These people got some rations to fill their stomachs and became the main force in the construction of new urban areas.

Xiao Shenwei finally had time to come with Rong Yun to take his laboratory test form.

Although it was an expected result, it did not prevent several people from having a rather sumptuous meal to celebrate together.

The three-and-a-half-year-old wolf cubs grew very fast, and now they were about the size of Charcoal Head.

Fortunately, they were not swayed by the charcoal head, but were born majestic, and finally had the fierce appearance of some adult gray wolves.

When the spring returned to the earth, Nan Ze also became lively again.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun don't have to worry about food.

The hunting ability of dumplings, buns and dumplings is enough to bring them fresh, endless food.

But Xiao Shenwei misses the wheat field in their oasis.

And the fruit grove occupied by monkeys.

Now they plan to go back to the oasis.

The dumplings have grown quite large.

They are wolves.

The Daxing city, which is slowly becoming crowded and full of people, is no longer suitable for them to survive.

When Ni Youqing knocked on the door and came in, Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun were in the kitchen tinkering with making mints.

—Sometimes a large amount of mint grew in the cracks of the bricks on the balcony, so Xiao Shenwei smashed them off.

The sugar making process and tools are sponsored by Tang Qiu.

"Lin Sen is getting married."

Ni Youqing buckled a piece of mint from the mold hanging on the windowsill and put it in his mouth, took out a small dried fish from his arms, and fed it to the flower roll who was squatting on the balcony to bask in the sun, while taking the opportunity to lick the fluffy tail of the flower curl. .

"Really? Good thing."

"when?"

"Tomorrow." Ni Youqing lowered her head and scratched Hanamaki's chin without looking up at them: "Are you going?"

Xiao Shenwei turned his head to look at Rong Yun beside him.

Rong Yun looked down at Xiao Shenwei's eyes: "Do you want to go?"

"...No."

Xiao Shenwei smiled and shook his head: "We plan to go back to the oasis tomorrow. Send the dumplings back."

They belong to nature, and they are not comfortable here.

Ni Youqing nodded: "It happens that I also need to go to the oasis and let me take a ride?"

"How did you think of going to the oasis?"

"Found something interesting."

Ni Youqing squinted and stretched in front of the sun, but the next sentence was like thunder on the ground:

"May be the key to vaccine development."

In the batch of materials brought back from Kyoto, there is a small piece of meteorite that 171 desperately brought out from the vicinity of a crater in the center of an oasis.

The fragments were placed in the same cage as the virus-infected rats, and the rats showed extreme rejection and tried to stay away from the meteorite fragment as much as possible.

This also explains why zombies never actively enter the oasis.

Then, according to the experimental records of Kyoto, the institute successfully separated the elements that had never been seen on earth from the meteorite fragments.

- The new element named "Source-7" by 171.

However, Ni Youqing prefers to call it "Hope-9".

Ni Youqing pulled out a document report from the bag and attached a topographic map:

"Report on the Excavation of [Jingxi-926] Oasis [Yuan-7] Raw Mine"

"Familiar?"

Ni Youqing's finger tapped on the topographic map.

Lakes, canyons, woodlands…

Xiao Shenwei's eyes lit up and looked at Ni Youqing.

"It's the oasis where we lived before."

Beijing West - 926.

However, the report shows that no raw ore has been found in the oasis.

"It would be unrealistic to say that there is no raw ore there. There is no trace of zombies in the oasis. It must still be in the oasis, but they haven't been able to find it."

Ni Youqing flipped through several other similar documents and muttered: "In Nanze, they found 8 grams of raw ore... In [Yuxi-47], they brought back 4 grams... A total of 8 pieces, weighing 39 grams, The largest of these is this one in my hand, 12 grams."

"Unfortunately, the rest were lost when the capital fell."

"We have to look for it. The other oasis centers have abnormally large and dangerous alienated beasts entrenched, and only 926 can be considered safe."

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The last five years of mourning, on May 27, it was sunny and no wind.

A huge armored vehicle with a strange shape left Daxing and went to the [Jingxi-926] oasis.

The car was carrying three half-adult gray wolves and a group of Daxing people who followed Xiao Shenwei to cultivate land in western Beijing.

Charcoal head squatted on the roof of the car as always, grinning and drinking the wind, looking like a melon skin with a little IQ in arrears.

Xiao Shenwei sat beside Tantou, leaning against his soft long hair, with Rong Yun holding an acoustic guitar beside him.

After such a long time, he finally finished the piano that had never been completed.

It's just an ordinary violin, and it doesn't use any precious wood. The strings are also ordinary strings picked up from the ruins of the city, and even have some rust.

The sound can't be said to be good.

It's just that on the field in spring, short green stubble sprouted on the bare land, and in the distance, a thin new green was formed. When a line of birds swept across the blue sky, the sound of the piano seemed to become more comfortable.

Although Xiao Shenwei's body is no longer cold, he still likes to carry a small stove-like flower scroll in his arms.

The people around him were holding guitars and singing to the wind, while the cat was in his arms, squinting and purring.

Then the bright sun reflected in his lover's sparkling eyes, and his own reflection in his eyes.

In May in the last five years of mourning, the wind is as gentle as the sun.

Ni Youqing climbed up from the skylight, was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and then picked up the camera hanging on his chest.

"Crack-"

Time freezes between square inches.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the two turned their heads.

Ni Youqing was caught off guard by his eyes, and after a while, he pointed to Xijing, whose outline could already be seen in the distance:

"We're almost there."

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It will be late when the group enters the depths of the oasis.

The canyon where they lived before has not changed much, except that the wooden house they built has been covered with some green moss, and some buds have grown.

Several fields opened up in front of the house have also been covered with weeds, making them look messy.

It was the fat bird who built a nest under the eaves for the winter, and now there are a few more chicks with beaks and chirping in the nest.

The three gray wolves were released and rushed into the woods to play Huan'er.

Hanamaki crouched under the bird's nest, looking up at the bird's nest and shaking its tail.

Charcoal head probably drank the wind, and threw himself into the field and began to nibble on the turf.

The smoke from the canyon rose again, and a low cry of a giant beast came from the depths of the oasis.

Early the next morning, the canyon, which had been silent for a long time, became lively again.

The Daxing people who came here became active and started to cut wood to build houses, weeds and cultivated fields.

On the other side, Ni Youqing, Xiao Shenwei and others went to the lake in the center of the oasis.

In the misty mist, the hot springs of rising steam are hidden in the depths of the woodland.

The green-haired tortoise woke up from hibernation, saw the unfamiliar researchers from Daxing, carefully spit a bubble and sank to the surface.

Ni Youqing was carrying a cage in his hand, and inside it was a mourned white rat who was restless and frantically slammed into the cage wall trying to escape.

She carried the cage around for a few laps and chose to give up.

The plan was to observe the degree of reaction of the rats to find a general direction, but now it seems that this plan does not work.

The rat's response was too intense to be of any observational value.

A group of people lay on the grass by the lake, looking at the blue sky with the wind blowing, feeling a little discouraged.

It was close to me, but I couldn't find it.

Tang Qiu and Ping Hanhai were sitting on the edge, throwing stones into the lake and drifting away.

The green-haired turtle looked at it from a distance, looking like he wanted to get close but was too cowardly to get close.

"Isn't it in the lake? Have you found it in the lake?" Tang Qiu bit a grass stalk in his mouth and threw a stone into the lake.

"Looked for it. We also used the diving gear to go down the carpet to search, but no, there was nothing down there."

The previous researcher from 171 shook his head.

At that time, they almost turned the place upside down, and even opened up the grave of the old turtle.

Got nothing.

Ni Youqing sat on the low **** by the lake and bit his pen, frowning at the calm lake.

...it always feels like they're missing something.

Where is it missing?

Xiao Shenwei put the backpack on the ground, and took out a bag of jerky from the bag.

Since his recovery, his appetite has gotten better.

The sound of tearing open the package attracted the green-haired turtle, its huge head leaned over, staring at the jerky in Xiao Shenwei's hand and opened its mouth.

Xiao Shenwei: …

Xiao Shenwei fed the green-haired turtle jerky.

Green Turtles get Jerky +1.

Then it opened its mouth again.

Xiao Shenwei: …

When the package of jerky was finished, Xiao Shenwei spread his hands: "No more."

The green-haired turtle blinked, stretched out his head and took Xiao Shenwei's bag away.

"Hey hey—there's—"

Without talking about playing, the green-haired turtle looked up, and all the miscellaneous snacks in the bag entered his mouth.

"...with anti-venom and depressants in it..."

Xiao Shenwei's hand was in the air, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed back in his stomach.

...then what, it's so big, it's taking some medicine or something...

...should not be a big problem...

Bar…

"vomit-"

Lulu lay on the bank and started to vomit.

Xiao Shenwei: …

Not a small movement attracted everyone's attention.

Watching it spit out undigested carrion birds, cow bones, antelope skulls, tree roots, fruit cores...

There are even half-pulled big cat rib strips with skulls, and half-car doors…

Everyone quietly swallowed their saliva and silently stayed away from this giant.

until the "thump" sound.

Two basketball-sized weights fell into the mess.

Ni Youqing stood up in a "flying" manner and pulled them out with gloves on regardless of the mess.

She was holding the two pieces, her ears were a little red, and her eyes were fiery:

"Found it!"

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…

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"You may not believe it, but I found them in the vomit of a green turtle."

In an exclusive interview with Daxing Daily, Ni Youqing said.

They returned from Xijing with only the smaller of the two raw ore.

The other piece remained there, continuing to guard the oasis.

Since then, Daxing will no longer be threatened by zombie siege.

In July of the same year, a special research plan called "Dawning" was launched, and countless human, financial and material resources were invested in it, just to develop a universal vaccine as soon as possible.

On September 11, the sixth year of the mourning, which lasted one year and two months, the Daxing Medical Research Institute successfully developed the first batch of anti-virus vaccines, and the vaccinated will no longer be infected by the zombie virus.

The whole country is boiling.

People position this year as the first year of the new era, and this day is commemorated as "Dawn Day".

There is another larger statue in the central square of Daxing City.

It was a thin woman wearing glasses and a white lab coat, holding an experimental record as thick as a dictionary in her hand.

In the second year of the new era, the vaccine was announced to be ready for mass production, and the zombie virus will always be called the past tense.

At this time, Daxing was not what it used to be.

The streets are clean and tidy, new high-rise buildings are erected, factories that have been shut down for several years have resumed work, and the sound of reading is resounding in the school.

Xijing has become the largest granary in Daxing, and the farming and pastoral areas near Daxing are also recovering.

The early cherry blossoms have fallen full of branches for another year, and the sun and wind are as gentle as usual.

It's just that today is a special day.

St. Vitus Church, on the avenue surrounded by flowers, the red carpet is very long.

A white dog with a bow tied around its neck squatted in front of the stage, and a cat with a bow also squatted on its head.

There were many people sitting under the stage.

There is an aunt downstairs who often helps them take care of Xiao Ping'an, a girl who has been selling steamed buns for many years, a brother and sister who had their chests bandaged by Xiao Shenwei, and many more who remembered that in that desperate dark night. Daxing people in figure...

Sitting in the corner, Uncle Li looked at the young man in a white suit in front of the stage, touched an old photo in his arms, and wiped his eyes.

The photo shows his young daughter sitting on the back seat of the boy's bike as the two laugh at the camera.

Tang Qiu and Heping Han Hai wore the same black dress and served as the emcee here.

The three-year-old Ping An was wearing a skirt, a wreath on her head, and a small box holding the ring in her hand.

Xiao Shenwei looked at his lover who was also wearing a white dress in front of him, his eyes suddenly blurred.

From Wocheng to Daxing, from Daxing to Kyoto, from Xijing to Nanze, and back here.

Thousands of kilometers, more than 1,600 days and nights.

In the days when he was still attacked by the virus, he used to feel that every day he passed, every time he looked at Rong Yun, it was a gift from God.

The man would hold him in his arms and tell him, "You're not a zombie, you're just sick."

On the day the city was destroyed, this man gave his life to push him out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

This man had desperately killed the zombie lying on top of him under serious injuries. After he woke up, he held the crystal core of the zombie and said, "I killed it...you see."

This person would find him in the huge Nanze on a rainy night, hug him tightly, and say to him, "I'll take you home."

And now, he's standing here.

With a healthy body and clear eyes, he watched the person who was about to spend the rest of his life with him.

The man held his hand, his eyes full of his own reflection.

Xiao Shenwei heard him say:

"I don't admire the heavens and the earth, and I don't believe in gods. From the time you jumped on me to block those attacks for me, you have been my lifelong belief."

"From Pucheng to Daxing, the whole journey is 472 kilometers, and I live on your back."

"This life is yours, everything I have, everything I have, what I used to be, and what will be in the future is yours."

"The road is still long. Would you like to... lend me a hand and be the only light for the rest of my life?"

The young alpha fell to one knee and looked up at his faith.

Then his Faith nodded, his eyes twinkling:

"I would."

———END———

The author has something to say:

Xiao Xiao's story ends here.

As for the ending, I thought a lot about it.

But in the end, they did not choose to let them go to the "peak of life" of "elected new city lords, established a new order, and unified the new world"

The reason is actually quite simple.

We are all ordinary people, a member of the masses.

Xiao Xiao and Rong Yun are no exception.

So the final outcome is also a return to the common people.

Xiao Xiao is not the only human being who has consciousness after being bitten. Rather than being the chosen child of this world, it is better to say that I just chose this person from this world as the protagonist of this book, and see from Xiao Xiao's perspective. A corner of the world, that's all.

Many little angels said that this article has a sense of vitality.

That's right, I hope this post-apocalyptic essay will not bring you despair, nor the darkness of human nature.

Because I always believe that people are human because they have a warm soul and can pass on this warmth.

So although the world is dark, it is not hopeless.

Instead, he shone with vitality, hope, and humanity everywhere.

Whether it is the world in the book or the world in reality, I believe in it.

My pen power is limited, I hope you don't dislike it, and I hope my story can bring you happiness.

If you like this story, please give Xiao Xiao a five-star review.

thank you all! (bow)

agarwood

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The next new article will be released, so stay tuned: "Has the lord got rid of poverty and became rich today? 》

What is it like to be a poor lord of a poor territory?

Qiao Yi said: brown bread is EX curry sticks, wooden furniture is a dual-purpose use for mushrooms, and the wild vegetables in the forest next door are average, but the fairies are beautiful enough to eat!

The only downside is that the golden finger assigned by the Great God... It seems to be gold-plated.

Qiao Yi: System, do you sell arrows?

System: I am a farming system and do not engage in smuggling.

Joey: One million!

System: Dear, how much do you want? You can also consider other weapons here, swords, halberds, spears, axe, hooks and forks are fully stocked~

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Qiao Yi was a little worried recently, because he seemed to be hated by the good-looking male elf in the forest next door.

The reason is that Qiao Yi asked him to report this transaction list.

Joey: Report it.

The elf was stunned for a moment, and then embarrassedly hugged Qiao Yi with a blushing face.

Joey: ?

after that…

Qiao Yi: I just kissed you, you have the ability to come back?

Lancaster: Good.

Joey: ...? Why don't you play cards according to the routine?

[Talking tuber skin's broken leg often kills and teases elves, X is cold and arrogant and super likes shy elves' attack]