Doomsday city

Before it was completely dark, Esses found an abandoned camper for the two of them. The body of the camper was quite intact, and it was located in a small remote park.She wasn't sure if the camper van was a temporary home for a young man with star dreams. The car was covered with rock posters, music records were piled up in the driver's seat, and two damaged electric guitars were thrown in the passenger seat.

Esses found that the door of the camper was ajar. She knocked tentatively on the body but did not attract any zombies, so she boldly sneaked into the car to check, and led Frieda in after making sure that the spacious camper was safe.She kicked the scattered laundry and a few cardboard boxes under the movable bed, and pressed Frieda's shoulders to sit her on the edge of the bed.

Frieda turned into a zombie was quite stiff, and she had to use more strength to control her movements.

"The environment here is very good," Esses said while opening the cabinet to look for food, "It's quiet, spacious, and there are no extra shelters. Maybe we can stay here for a while until we confirm our destination before we set off." Unfortunately. There was no food left in the car, just a few bags of potato chip garbage.

Esther took out the remaining biscuits in her pocket, took a half bite and handed the other half to Frieda.

"I don't know if you will be hungry..." Zombies are carnivorous creatures, and the biscuits may not be appetizing.

Although Frieda was indifferent to the biscuits, she didn't gnaw on Esses crazily. She sat on the bed like a patient in a trance, looking around with blank eyes.Esther looked at her hesitantly, took out a knife and cut her finger, and smeared Frieda's mouth with blood. Those dry and peeling lips were dyed bright red, which looked like a layer of lipstick was applied.

If Frieda had bitten off her finger at this moment, Esther would not have resisted.

She stared desperately at Frieda's pale face, her blue eyes could only see a bottomless void, except for her appearance, she was no longer the Frieda in Esther's memory, but what remained after death The corpse, a zombie with the appearance of Frieda.

Esther covered her eyes and sobbed softly, only then did she realize that she had lost so much.

Her legs were swollen and sore from walking all day long. Esses climbed onto the bed tiredly and lay on her side next to Frieda. She gently hooked Frieda's dirty baseball jacket with one hand and said vaguely: "If You're hungry, it doesn't matter if you eat me, at least we're still together, at least we're still friends..."

She felt like a fool talking to a doll, but she fell asleep peacefully with a slight smile on her lips.

Fortunately, Frieda was not so hungry that she swallowed Essers. When the sun shone through the transom in the car during the day, Esses woke up and found that she had been holding on to Frieda's coat all night. The opponent also straightened his back and quietly maintained the same.

She had a good night's sleep, and she was rarely full of energy after waking up. Unfortunately, her eyelids were swollen from crying and her eyesight became narrow, but Esther was very happy to open her eyes and see Frieda by her side. After all, there is not much satisfaction left in this world. .She got up and found some decent clothes in the car to change into. She also found a loose top and trousers for Frieda.

Thanks to her training as a maid at the villa, changing clothes is now a breeze.After taking off Frieda's torn baseball jacket, the festering wound on her shoulder healed more than what she saw the day before. Although it was still bloody and bloody, the blackened edges had slowly receded, becoming smooth and neat.

Esther raised her eyes to examine Frieda's cheek carefully. The laceration near the right ear also healed obviously, and the open wound became tighter.She hastily cut her finger and smeared the blood on Frieda's wound. It might not be able to restore her to normal like Ingrid, but at least it could heal and make her not look like a tattered corpse.

The two were busy in the camper for several hours, until the sun rose overhead, and Esther came out of the camper.For the sake of prudence, she would rather take the risk of patrolling by herself than let Frieda wander around at will. If she encounters a zombie, it is easy to deal with it, but if she encounters a 'human', it is difficult for Frieda to escape.

The vicinity of the small park is an industrial area, and the iron gates of several large factories are closed, and the small markets gathered nearby have all been rummaged through. She managed to find edible potatoes and carrots from a few stalls, and then walked to a further street. Find canned tomatoes and slices of cheese from a half-open pizzeria.

She put the supplies into the canvas bag she picked up on the road, lightly skimmed the street and ran back quickly. Before the sun went down, Esses returned to the camper again. As soon as she opened the door, Frieda made a weak breathing sound, intermittently Calling 'Sis', Essus knew Frieda was calling her.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Putting the backpack into the dry sink, Esses sat back on the bed and looked at Frieda's recovered lips, "It's safe outside for the time being, this area is more desolate than imagined, and there are no zombies. No humans." She smiled reassuringly, and carefully stroked Frieda's short, messy gray hair.

She took the comb thrown on the floor and combed Frieda's tangled hair. Although it was stained with mud and blood, the dry short hair was easier to tidy than she thought. Frieda also sat with her back stiff, Occasionally, there is a sound from the mouth, which sounds like calling Essus, but it may just be a meaningless breath.

Esther didn't expect that one day, she and Frieda would depend on each other for life, and Frieda turned into a zombie.

Every day after the sun rises, Esses will patrol the neighborhood. If the weather is good, she will go farther to try to find food. If it is rainy, she will break into the factory to find some self-defense weapons.As for Frieda's condition, it's neither good nor bad, her wounds have healed [-]%, and she looks like a 'human' at first glance, but the empty eyes are still disappointing.But to Esther's surprise, Frieda showed no signs of attacking her at all. Since getting along with her, Frieda always sat on the edge of the bed, and occasionally walked stiffly in the car, but never showed her teeth or reached out to grab Essers. Hurt her, so Esther began to worry about where to find a piece of fresh meat, so as not to "starve to death" Frieda who turned into a zombie.

In the early morning of this day, Esses was awakened by the light rain outside the window, and the sound of dripping water hitting the roof of the car. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and held Frieda's hand with her right hand. Ever since she found that Frieda was not a threat After sex, she would use physical touch instead of rope or clothing, and she felt secure only by holding her cold palm.

Essers got up and washed with the rainwater from the previous day. She walked around the car while wiping her face, took a pack of military dry food from the cupboard, bit half of it and put it away. In order to ensure enough food, she only ate for one day’s activities. amount, and keep the rest for storage.Frieda straightened her back stiffly, her eyes followed Esther as she moved in the car.

"I won't go too far today," she said to Frieda while putting on her shoes, "go out for a walk along No. The tent in front of the department store parking lot? I'll go around and have a look, maybe those people will leave something useful after they leave."

Frieda made a breathy sound, calling "Sisi" and "Sisi".

Essex smiled at her, opened the car door and left.

She bypassed the overturned police car familiarly, and quickly turned a few corners along the street. Along the way, she could hear a few slight collisions. Those were the sounds of Essers introducing the zombies into the house and locking them up. Fighting to the death with the zombies, Essers prefers to lock them all in the house. Fortunately, these dull zombies don't know how to open the door, so they just bump into the concrete walls.

After a routine inspection, Esses walked to the goat bakery across the street. The large billboard fell on the ground, and the goat's head disappeared, only the body was soaked in the low-lying muddy water.She looked in from the window, and there was no food inside, only the old lady who had died for a long time.

Esses turned around the intersection and headed towards the hardware department store. When she passed here yesterday afternoon, she just heard the sound of a car engine. A big man got out of the car vigilantly and walked into the hardware department store. After a while, he came out cursing. They even moved the tent out of the car and put it in the empty parking lot.

But now the van is gone, and the tent is gone.

Essers looked around from a distance, but there was no car engine heard from her ears, so they must have left long ago.

Before going back, Esses picked up a real gun in front of the toy store. She didn't know how to distinguish the real gun from the fake, but now she knows whether it can shoot bullets in her hand.It is not a good thing to pick up a gun on the road for no reason, which made her feel a little anxious, and hurriedly threw the empty gun into the canvas bag and ran back to the small park.

The rain suddenly fell hard and fast in the middle of the road, and she had to slow down to avoid slipping and falling. When she approached the small park, she caught a glimpse of a small truck full of bullet holes parked on the side of the road, and she felt intense anxiety. Heartbroken, she lowered her body and walked around the wall, stepping on the trash can and turning into the park.

"Stealer? Oh my god, this guy has really bad taste." Essus hid behind the plastic slide and heard a woman snorting disdainfully. She was wearing a leather jacket and stood at the back of the camper over several puddles, her eyes lingering. On half a rock poster.

"I really like it, you know? I even went to his solo concert." Another bald man held a bat and stood beside the woman wobbly.

"Seriously?" The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Do you want to discuss music preferences in the heavy rain, or come here to help?" The man who got out of the truck had a thick brown beard and a strong arm full of tattoos like a pirate. "Damn! This rain is really not the time! I Don't want to sleep in a pool!"

"Then don't unzip it, idiot!" the woman cursed, raising her chin.

The man gave her the middle finger, and dragged the waterproof tent to the grass in the park.

Essers was a little relieved when she saw that a few people hadn't trespassed on the campervan.Two men were busy setting up a tent in the heavy rain, while the woman walked slowly around the car, as if she was looking at something. When the bearded man put up the roof, the woman put her hands in the pockets of her coat and said with a smile: "That's stupid!" ! Why don't we sleep in the camper van?"