The Journey of Survival After Turning into a Beautiful Girl

I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and what accompanied me to sleep was the roar of zombies that resounded through the sky.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark, and the roar of zombies still existed in my ears, but

It feels a little smaller, probably because

Because all the slime was eaten up?

So the zombies gradually returned to their normal state?

Does this slime actually have the function of activating zombies?

Maybe so.

Sit up slowly, let out a sigh of relief, what poured into the nostrils was a strong smell of raw oil accompanied by a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Hmm... I guess I've been stewed, and I don't even need to put any seasoning, it's natural sweet-scented osmanthus flavor."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he spit out a trough before looking around.

There are many small decorations and models in the room, but these models are all ships, and they are all handmade.

On the table at the side, there is a semi-finished wooden boat, which is very delicately made, with rudders, sails, including ropes,

are very real, and the rope

It was still hemp rope.

Tsk, talent.

It's just a pity that this thing is really useless after the end of the world, but it is estimated that before the end of the world, the models of these ships can

Enough to sell for a high price, right?

With a dry mouth, he turned his head, took out a drink bottle from the backpack that smelled of raw oil, and twisted it for a long time.

Can't unscrew.

My hands were full of oil, so I had no choice but to wrap it in a cloth and unscrew it, only then did I drink water.

"Tick tock..."

It's so uncomfortable to be sticky all over, alas.

"Tick tock~"

Um?what sound? !

this……

"Tick tock~"

Water sound? !

This is the sound of water! ?

Where did the water come from! ?

Subconsciously raised his head, looking for the voice.

"Tick tock~"

Walking down the floor, following the sound, I came to the kitchen, and the scene in front of me made me so shocked that I couldn't take care of myself.

The kitchen sink was filled with clear water, and the ticking sound was the sound of water dripping from the faucet.

sound! ?

"Where did this water come from?"

Looking up along the water pipe, the pipe has been extended to the outside of the window, heading upstairs.

"This...isn't it collected rainwater?"

After hesitating for a while, I walked to the sink, reached out and touched it, it was very clean, without a single grain of sand.

Wait, there's water here, what about the bathroom?

Suddenly thinking of this, I hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower head.

"Zi~"

Sure enough, there is water!

No wonder, the bathroom is so clean, no wonder there is no smell at all, but the house has not stopped the water! ?

Where does this water come from?

Forget it, what are you doing so much, take a shower first!

I took out all the things in the backpack and put it aside. The backpack is not going to be used for the time being. What about washing clothes?

Well, I don't know what the zombies outside are

When can we leave, at least there is something to wear.

"呲~"

Chapter 95 Tentacles and Bones (Monthly Pass Plus)

"Clap la la la~"

There is also half a bottle of shower gel, but I still use dish soap first to wash off all the oil on my body, including the oil in my hair.

Then use body wash and shampoo,

I washed my whole body clean, and I also took care of the two lumps on my chest.

The situation was urgent at that time, and I didn't think too much about it. I didn't expect that there was still that disgusting viscous liquid in the gap between the two groups.

Makes me want to throw up.

The wound on the shoulder was deep, but it did not bite off the ligament, which is what is often called a large tendon.

I am often injured, which enriches my experience a lot. Coupled with the recovery of the body, I believe that this wound should be recovered quickly.

It'll be fine, but it still hurts.

There are some black bloodstains on it, and some milky white things that have solidified, which are brains.

Withholding all the rotten flesh from the wound, the pain made me almost cry.

I don't know if it's because of becoming a woman, but now my tolerance to pain has declined a little bit, although I can

Hold back, but when it hurts, really

What is more painful than before.

After washing my body, I drank a few more mouthfuls of water. Finally, my body's strength improved a bit. I wiped my body clean, and the wound

There is no bag, just let it dry, use

It will be fine in two days.

Turned around and went back to the living room, sat directly on the sofa, took a pack of cigarettes by the way, and some food and water, ready to eat something

West, however, when my eyes are placed on

When he saw the glass tea table in front of him, he was slightly taken aback.

Putting down the things in his hands, he gathered up the bath towel... Damn it, the bath towel is almost unable to cover it.

I picked up the book on the table, this seems to be a diary, right?

Diary notes:

On August 8th, the weather was fine and windy.

Zao: My legs are still not healed. I sat in the wheelchair that my wife bought for me yesterday. It still feels very comfortable, but I woke up early in the morning.

When I came here, it was very noisy outside.

I don't know what happened. The old woman went to exercise early in the morning and hasn't come back yet.

中: There seems to be an accident outside, it is very chaotic, but my legs are not healed, I can't stand up at all, there is no way, I just

Can sit in front of the window sill and look outside, old

Mother-in-law, don't let anything happen to you! !

Then, the diary started a short story, and by the time I turned to the second page, it was already ten days later.

On August 8, the weather was gloomy and breezy.

It was completely chaotic outside, it was like the end of the world, people turned into monsters eating people, the old woman... didn't

Have to come back again.

My heart was heavy like a cement bag weighing dozens of kilograms, which made me breathless, and I couldn’t make phone calls.

There is a stop, but I guess it won't be too far away.

The whole city has been paralyzed.

What the hell is going on when there's a lot of walking dead eating people out there?

September……

September……

This notebook records the last year of a [-]-year-old man.

With the hopelessness of the world, the spirit of the old man is getting worse day by day. You can feel it from the notes, maybe it is

Because I haven't told anyone about it for more than half a year

In other words, the old man had Parkinson's, and the records became more and more chaotic later on.

However, there is one place that I am very concerned about. In the diary, a thing is clearly recorded and drawn

down.

Something like an earthworm even marked its approximate length and width.