After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

Xiao Shenwei was gone.

This was what Rong Yun found out when he woke up the next morning.

The room was empty, the door was wide open.

Standing in the living room, Rong Yun went blank for two seconds, forcing himself to calm down.

Then there was a sudden "pong!!!!!!" outside the window, which made the windows rattle and tremble.

A scent slowly wafted in from outside the door.

...well, it smells like...

...emmm popcorn? ? ?

As if thinking of something, Rong Yun blinked, then lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a few grains of white rice scattered on the floor under his feet, extending all the way to the outside of the door.

Turning around, Rong Yun stood by the window and looked down.

In the courtyard downstairs, an unshaven uncle was sitting on a ponytail, with a big black pot turning in front of him, and a fire was burning underneath.

The uncle was surrounded by a group of children, most of whom were holding cloth bags stuffed bulging.

...except for the zombie named Xiao who was squatting among a group of children, wearing a sweater and hat on his head like a big potato.

Rong Yun was silent for a moment, then went downstairs.

The second pot was still rustling in the pot, and the children were not afraid, they laughed and huddled in front of them, playing and playing while eating.

His family's zombie squatted beside him without saying a word, buttoning his hat, only his thin chin and pale lips could be seen.

Rong Yun squatted down next to Xiao Shenwei, and took his hand: "Xiao..."

In the middle of speaking, Rong Yun stopped again.

Xiao Shenwei turned his face away, there was no light in his pitch-black eyes, and he looked a little empty and dazed.

Rong Yun unconsciously tightened Xiao Shenwei's hand.

He was all too familiar with this situation.

But Xiao Shenwei blinked his eyes slowly and moved his mouth.

Slowly, he took out a handful of snow-white popcorn from his pocket, and held it in front of Rong Yun with both hands:

"……eat."

The snow-white rice flowers are in stark contrast to Xiao Shenwei's bluish-gray fingertips.

Rong Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

He picked up a few pills from Xiao Shenwei's hand: "You eat too."

"..." Xiao Shenwei shook his head, and moved his hand forward again: "...you... eat..."

"……it is good."

The popcorn is not very sweet, but it is fragrant, crunchy and delicious.

While Rong Yun was eating, Xiao Shenwei just stared at him without blinking.

"looking at what?"

Rong Yun asked him.

Xiao Shenwei blinked, didn't speak, turned his head and stared at the ground again, and became dazed.

"Do you want to go home?"

Rong Yun asked again.

"……Family."

Xiao Shenwei raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Well, go home."

Rong Yun pointed to the upstairs.

Xiao Shenwei looked up for a while, then slowly shook his head: "...no... dogs... and cats..."

Rong Yun's nose suddenly became sore.

"...Cover your ears! It's coming——"

The uncle yelled loudly.

The children covered their ears and laughed and scattered.

A little girl grabbed Xiao Shenwei's hat and hid beside him, peering toward the popcorn machine.

Xiao Shenwei froze for a moment, took the little girl into his arms, and covered her ears.

Then he felt a warmth in his ears.

It was Rong Yun's palm.

"pong!!!——"

There was a loud noise that seemed to shake the ground.

The aroma of popcorn permeated the air.

The little girl laughed, ran over and surrounded the uncle with other children, and opened her little hands:

"I want it too, I want it too—"

Xiao Shenwei squatted on the spot with his hands in his hands, watching the commotion over there, not knowing what he was thinking, or thinking nothing at all.

"Boom--"

A dull rumble of thunder pierced the sky.

"It's raining."

A little bit of coolness fell on his face.

The uncle started to close the stall.

The children dispersed in a rush.

Rong Yun raised his head to look at the gray sky, walked over and pulled Xiao Shenwei up.

Xiao Shenwei didn't say a word, and was led forward obediently.

It's just that when passing by the small flower bed at the entrance of the building, Rong Yun's footsteps paused.

On the bare young trees carried in the flower beds, some sporadic and extremely small green buds sprouted at some point, and they were gently swaying in the breeze and drizzle.

... Spring is coming.

……

……

It was the next day that I decided to leave immediately and set off back to the oasis.

The reason was that the zombie surnamed Xiao licked his food reserves all over with green eyes in the middle of the night, but he couldn't eat it anyway.

Of course, the final result was to be suppressed by Alpha forcibly with marks.

So when Xiao Shenwei woke up, he fell into deep thought looking at some marks on his body and the strange smell of pheromone.

It's good to sleep late, but the butt hurts.

... Is it too late for me to go to Rong Yun for a fight?

The people of Daxing felt sad for Xiao Shenwei's hasty departure, especially the editors of the major news groups in Daxing.

——What a headline material!

The days when Xiao Shenwei was having fun all over the city with charcoal heads were the most nourishing time for the editors, and the monthly salary once exceeded the upper limit of previous years.

Xiao Shenwei likes Daxing very much.

But out of some practical considerations, they decided to go back to the oasis first.

At least, until he got rid of the virus on his body, he would no longer pose a threat to these citizens.

Before leaving, they went to Uncle Li's house.

Uncle Li and his villagers obtained the right of residence in Daxing due to their outstanding contributions in last year's zombie siege, and they were allocated a small three-story residential building for them to live in.

Everything here is good, except that it is a bit lonely.

But for these villagers, they are happy to be quiet.

It's just that Xiao Shenwei was silent for a long time when he opened the window of Uncle Li's house and looked at the scene outside the window.

Outside is a cemetery.

The white tombstones are neatly arranged, half-hidden in the green plants of the cemetery, and it looks more and more quiet in the hazy drizzle.

Xiao Shenwei closed the window with a touch.

... Uncle, this is the grave view room.

But Uncle Li didn't care.

The end of the mourning era has come to this day, and there are not many people who have died in any place.

He didn't know how many zombies had been beheaded, so he didn't need to care about the ashes that had decayed in the soil long ago.

Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun sat on rough stools cut from logs, each holding a cup of hot water and drinking slowly.

Uncle Li rummaged around in the house for a while, and finally came out with a few cloth bags, and drove the two of them into the car without saying what it was.

So in the thin spring rain, a highly modified off-road vehicle stepped out of the city in the mist of dawn.

No one came to deliver.

The people of Daxing are too lazy to get up.

After all, rainy days are more suitable for sleeping late.

Xiao Shenwei, who didn't sleep late, curled up the blanket and curled up in the seat, looking at the majestic Daxing city wall slowly going away in the rearview mirror, his mind was full of popcorn.

He always felt that he should have eaten in the past two days.

But it didn't make any impression.

Until Rong Yun took out a cloth pocket and handed it to him.

Inside is half a bag of rice popcorn.

The alienated rice is bigger and more fragrant than the original one.

Xiao Shenwei chewed the popcorn very satisfyingly.

As for the day that disappeared for no reason...

Is it important?

Anyway, this kind of thing is not once or twice.

Used to it.

……

……

The journey back to the oasis is dull.

The purpose of entering every day is the seemingly endless wasteland and gray sky.

The remaining cold of winter has not completely dissipated, and there are only wild wolves whose eyes are glowing green after being hungry all winter.

Xiao Shenwei was not interested in these sloppy wild wolves, and didn't even bother to do it.

All he wanted to do now was to return to the oasis as soon as possible, to pet the dog and suck the cat to soak in the hot springs.

But the wolves don't think so.

The pack of wild wolves, who were so hungry that they lost their minds, drove the off-road vehicle and ran and howled, as if this could frighten the people inside and make them catch them without a fight.

So Xiao Shenwei, who was disturbed to sleep by the sound pollution, rolled down the car window and yelled back.

—Of course, this is of no use.

In the end, these wild wolves were chopped down by Rong Yun with a knife.

At that time, Xiao Shenwei was sitting in the car, watching Rong Yun raise a knife in his hand, chopping up these severely malnourished wild wolves was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The black clothes outlined Rong Yun's thin waist and slender legs.

Xiao Shenwei licked his mouth, the more he watched, the hungrier he became.

In the end, he could only forcibly tear his gaze away from Rong Yun's body, biting the jerky to divert his attention.

……

Perhaps because of returning home, the two traveled day and night, and soon approached the oasis.

For some reason, they encountered surprisingly few zombies along the way, only scattered and small groups.

However, these did not affect Xiao Shenwei's mood gradually getting better as he watched the oasis getting closer and closer.

If he didn't find the few shallow bite marks on Rong Yun's arms and neck, he would be in a better mood.

Fortunately, his will was still firm, and he didn't bite Rong Yun's skin to bleed.

But this did not prevent Xiao Shenwei from falling into deep self-blame.

"Does it hurt?"

Xiao Shenwei lightly poked the tooth marks on Rong Yun's arm.

"It doesn't hurt."

Rong Yun replied.

There was silence in the air.

The off-road vehicle drove into the oasis.

Crossing the woodland already green with cistanche, they rushed to the valley before dark.

Smoke billows from the kitchen in the valley, and the lights of Ni Youqing's laboratory can be seen from a distance.

Ni Youqing didn't know how to cook, Ping Hanhai and Tang Qiu could barely cook. As for the three simple-minded researchers, it didn't look like they could cook.

Xiao Shenwei couldn't help sympathizing with them.

When Rong Yun left, their life must have been very difficult.

Then he saw a few people sitting around cooking hot pot in the open space in front of the house, sweating profusely from eating.

Xiao Shenwei & Rong Yun: ...

People who eat hot pot: ...

"Then what... sit down and eat something together?"