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He took out a Kunai-like device from his waist and threw it towards the lawn outside the house.

Kunai, who pierced the lawn, released an invisible sound wave towards the surroundings. After detecting the two people approaching this way, the information was fed back to Mumu's helmet.

There were only two people who came. Judging from their height, there was an adult and a child. The child held a weapon that looked like a shovel in his hand, while the adult held a pistol.

"Just two people, 2B, watch Rick, I'll deal with them."

Patting 2B on the shoulder, after giving the order, Mu Mu checked the ammunition of the Peace Defender in his hand, opened the safety, opened the front door and walked out.

There was only one person on the street walking towards this side along the side street. It was a black bald man wearing ordinary clothes and holding a revolver in his hand.

"Hey! Are you from the army?"

Perhaps seeing Mu Mu coming out of the main entrance, the black man shouted at Mu Mu.

"army?"

Mu Mu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the clothes he was wearing were really easy to be misunderstood.

"Well, who are you and what are you doing here?"

After hearing Mu Mu's admission that he was in the army, the black man's nervous expression relaxed a little, but he still held the revolver tightly in his hand.

"I'm Sam Devine, an ordinary citizen, are you a soldier photographed by the government?"

It could be seen that this black man named Sam was very excited, and Mu Mu could see the light of hope shining in his eyes.

"I am not sent by the government, sir, and the army you imagined does not exist. There are only three of us, and one of them is still wounded."

"Wound number? Was he bitten?"

Something flashed quickly in Sam's eyes, but soon, he directed the topic to the wound in Mu Mu's mouth.

"No, he was shot and lay in the hospital for a while. He was lucky and escaped the previous attack when he was in a coma. I just fished him out of the hospital today. My companion and I went to Where can I find some medicines?"

Nodding his head, Sam seemed to believe what Mumu said.

"By the way, you can let your child come out from there. It's not safe for him to hide alone."

"I do not have kids!"

Mumu's words made Sam agitated. He raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Mumu.

"Really? It looks like my companion should have found a zombie. If you need it, I can help you get rid of him."

While talking, Mu Mu raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed at the hiding place of the kid holding the shovel.

But Mu Mu didn't shoot, but looked at Sam who was sweating on his forehead.

The two of them stood in a stalemate. About a minute later, Sam thought he had made up his mind and put down the gun in his hand.

"Isn't this pretty good, don't point this weapon at people casually."

While speaking, Mu Mu also put down the peace defender in his hand, but at the moment when the muzzle of the gun hangs down, Mu Mu's right hand quickly wiped from his waist, and a Kuwu-shaped pulse knife, which was exactly the same as the one inserted on the lawn before, was wiped out. Mumu pulled out, and before Sam could react, he threw it towards Sam.

"Pfft-"

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh sounded in the back of Sam's head. Sam, who thought the knife was thrown towards him, looked back with lingering fear, and found a slow-moving zombie swaying behind him at some point.

"Seriously, never let your guard down."

Walking to Sam's side, Mu Mu pulled out the pulse knife stuck in the zombie's forehead, patted the father on the shoulder and said.

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Rick was awakened by the sound of stomach peristalsis, and only after waking up did he realize that it was the sound from his own stomach.

I was lying on a bed, and the clean sheets and bedding exuded a fragrance of washing powder, which made my nose almost choked by the smell of the hospital mixed with the smell of disinfectant. Rick felt an unprecedented peace.

He lifted the quilt and checked the bandages on his body. The yellowed gauze was replaced with new ones. It seemed that Mu Mu and his companions had found some medical resources.

"hiss--"

Because of the replacement of the straps, the wound that had almost healed was aching again.

"You met two very nice people."

A strange voice sounded in the room. Rick looked up and saw a black man with a beard sitting on a chair beside him.

"you are?"

"Sam, Sam Dwayne, those two people your friend found were me and my son."

Hearing what Sam said, Rick was about to sit up from the bed, but Sam reached out to stop Rick who wanted to get up.

"I heard from your friend that you just woke up from the hospital?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Rick didn't expect Sam to call Mumu his father and friend. He thought that Mumu would say that he was in an employment relationship with him, but from Mumu's previous reaction, Rick could also see that he probably didn't want people to know him. Although he didn't know why, but Rick chose to respect a member of Mumu, since he didn't want to tell, so he didn't ask more.

"Don't worry, just check your temperature."

While speaking, Sam put his palm on Rick's forehead, and confirmed that Rick did not show signs of fever【/#

"Okay, change your clothes and come to the living room. Your friend made some food. It smells delicious. I can't wait to eat it."

Saying that, Sam left the bedroom, leaving Rick alone in the room to change clothes.

Picking up the clothes he had prepared for himself from the bedside, Rick wrapped himself in a blanket and followed the scent to the living room.

There are several plates on the dining table, and the dishes in them are dishes that Rick has never seen before. Perhaps for Rick, those exquisite delicacies can only be eaten in high-end restaurants with a lot of money. There is a delicious steak to match Served with sauce, some mashed potatoes or beans, it was quite a hearty meal for Rick.

Chapter 120 - After Nightfall

The light in the whole building is not bright, and the electric lights are not working because of the power outage. There are more than a dozen thick candles on the table, and there is also a lamp for lighting the ground in the corner of the living room. Oil lamp, I really don't know where this thing came from.

Sitting at the table in the living room is Mu Mu's companion called 2B, opposite a little black boy and Sam Devine who just sat down after pulling out the chair, Mu Mu still wearing a helmet, holding a Pan, distributing tonight's food to others.

Seeing Rick, who was wrapped in a blanket, coming over, the harmonious atmosphere on the table froze.

"Ah, this is the home of Ferre and Cindy Drake."

As if feeling the awkward atmosphere, Rick looked around the living room, and then said.

"Never heard that when my son William and I came here, it was already empty."

Seeing Rick take the initiative to speak up, Sam here also quickly responded.

"I've been to their house before, and we had dinner together here."

As if recalling the old days, Rick walked to the window with some sighs. Seeing the closed curtains, Rick subconsciously wanted to open them and look outside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move these curtains."

Mumu's voice sounded behind Rick. Rick turned his head, saw Mumu who had put down the pan in his hand, and reached out to take off the unique helmet on his head.

With short black hair, resolute eyes, and just looking at each other, Rick felt that the person in front of him must not be the kind of person who wipes weapons in the armory every day, but the kind of person who doesn't have a hundred lives in his hands. People who can't make that look.

"These guys rely on sight and smell to find targets. The sensitivity of the skilled sense of smell needs to be very close to find them, but as long as there is a little light in the dark, these guys will swarm like flies seeing cheese."

While talking, Mu Mu reached out and pulled out a chair beside him.

"Come over and eat. It's lucky that there is still some rice here, and this family has never done the stupid thing of washing the rice with detergent and then drying it for storage. Otherwise, you won't even be able to drink rice porridge."

Putting on a blanket, he made it to the dining table, and Rick glanced at the dinner in front of him. The white rice porridge that had already boiled and bloomed, and one serving of canned meat mixed with soaked and dehydrated vegetables, and two slices per person. Bread toasted on the fire.

"Dad, pray."

Just when Rick was about to pick up the spoon and put the rice porridge in the bowl into his mouth, William, the little black boy sitting across the table, suddenly spoke.

"you do not mind?"

After his son said this, Sam raised his head and looked at Mu Mu who was sitting opposite, Rick and the white-haired woman named 2B, but she didn't say a word.

"Guest as you wish."

Mu Mu, who looks like an Asian, doesn't care, and Rick naturally doesn't care either.

So the five people at the table held hands at once, and then, led by Sam, prayed before the meal.

Mu Mu is an unbeliever, but this time he followed Rick Sam and others to experience a Christian pre-meal prayer. Mu Mu belongs to the classic kind of people who believe casually and don’t need money anyway, but he also understands these people , in this crazy world, it is not surprising that there is a spiritual sustenance.

The dinner time passed quickly, and the few people at the table had no other communication other than eating in silence.

But Mu Mu could still see that the kid named William was very curious about himself and 2B, and this kind of thing could be seen just from his eyes.

"So, do you two need to sleep in the room?"

I simply cleaned up the tableware on the table. In this era, it is impossible to eat anything left. It is normal to wish to lick the plate clean with your tongue.

Rick, Dwayne and his son made a mattress in the living room, but considering that there was a woman present tonight, Sam thought Mumu and 2B needed a separate room.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. The two of us are in charge of the night watch today, lest any blind guy break in. Ah, don't think about saying that everyone takes turns. We have received formal training. How to arrange the time?" There will be no problems, so you can rest well."

Mumu declined Sam's kindness. He picked up a cushion from the ground, spread it on the ground near the door, and then sat on it. 2B followed Mumu and sat down next to Mumu.

Seeing that Mu Mu and 2B didn't want to do anything special because of his own ability, Sam also heaved a sigh of relief. To say that getting along with these people who theoretically come from the military, as a black man, Sam has a rich sense of being persecuted Experience, don't mention the usual times, even if everyone shouts that everyone is equal every day, Sam can feel that someone will look at him differently, let alone the world is in chaos, and no one is shouting no more at this time The slogan of skin color discrimination has been paraded in the streets, and whether you can survive depends on your own ability.

"By the way, some things may be offensive, but I think it is necessary to tell you."

Leaning on the mattress, Sam, who had put William to sleep, glanced at 2B next to Mumu, hesitated and said.

"But it doesn't matter."

"It's like this. There is no such thing as law in this world now, so some people will do some inhumane things, and your companion...with all due respect, she doesn't look like a What kind of attire to escape from a disaster?"

Hearing what Sam said, Mu Mu lowered his head and looked at a 2B in his arms, uh, a black gothic dress, a white close-fitting dress, black silk with tight flesh and more slender legs It is true that this outfit would be praised as a fashionable outfit in normal times, but in the current environment, whether it is 2B's spotless short white hair or the clean clothes, it is very important. It was impossible to associate her with the refugees.

Not to mention that 2B is much cleaner than other women who haven't showered for a long time, and don't even have much time to dress themselves up, so Sam thinks it's necessary for him to remind Mu Mu and let him pay attention to this problem.

Chapter 120 - The Happiest Thing After the Doomsday

In the end, Mu Mu didn't accept Sam's proposal to let 2B disguise himself and change clothes, but he found a big cloak for 2B to cover his body, which can prevent the rain and prevent 2B's outfit from being spoiled by his heart. Unruly people are targeted.

Nothing unpleasant happened that night. The number of zombies outside increased a little due to the fall of night, but these guys who had no target were just wandering aimlessly on the street.

Except for one accidental bump into a parked car, and the battery of that car happened to have a little charge, which caused the alarm to go off, the night passed smoothly.

The next day, after waking up, Rick ate some food and armed himself as much as possible according to Sam's request. He found some tape from the drawer, and wrapped some magazines around his bare arms. , wearing a helmet that pulls down the visor, and holding a baseball bat that Sam dug out of a nearby house.

According to Sam, this is to help Rick, a guy who has not woken up for a long time, adapt to this fucking world.

After confirming that most of the zombies on the street had left, Rick walked out the door with a baseball bat in his hand. Next to the mailbox at the door, he happened to be leaning against a zombie with his clothes open. He heard someone behind him After the sound of approaching, the zombie slowly turned its head.

He was greeted by a baseball bat in Rick's hand.

Rick has never used a bat to kill people. In other words, although the lip in front of him is so rotten that he can't find it, at least his body structure is still a personal guy.

It hit the opponent's head for the first time, and the hard skull made the bat hit on it feed back the power to Rick. The bat in Rick's hand shook and slid down the side of the zombie's head.

Rick quickly raised the ball stick in his hand again, and smashed down on the zombie's head one after another until his hands went numb, and the zombie's head in front of him was knocked into a puddle of indistinguishable pieces of meat, and the dead body was completely motionless. Then he fell to the ground, took off the helmet on his head, and put his hands on his head, wondering if he felt pain because he personally killed a guy who was human not long ago.

Of course, it is also possible that until now, Rick has not fully accepted the fact that the world is over.

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"Where are you going next?"

It's still early, the sun has not yet reached people's heads, the time may be around 09:30 in the morning.

"I'm going to find my wife and children, the photo album in the room has been taken, they may still be alive."

Rick's psychology has long been planned, and finding his wife and children is his only spiritual support now.

"What about you?"

"We're with Rick. Although it's the end of the world, we're considered an employment relationship."

"Employment relationship...are you kidding me?"

Sam had an unbelievable expression on his face, employment relationship, this thing is too rare to hear now.

"It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I don't know what to do, so follow Rick."