Doomsday Supreme Glory

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Title: The Supreme Glory of the Last Days

Author: Gu BuListen

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On the vast apocalyptic prairie, the zombie Giorgio woke up. He urgently needs to find food to fill his empty stomach, but this simple wish is not so easy to realize. What awaits him is endless troubles...

Sometimes he would also think that if he didn't have a follower around him at the beginning, and didn't meet one or two so-and-so later, he should be like many of his kind, living a happy life of eating whatever he wants.

Content label: Apocalyptic science fiction ability

Search keywords: Protagonist: Giorgio┃Supporting actors: Xu Shan, Cheng Ge, Xiaoshi, Yan Xi, Vincent┃Others:

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On the third day

Day three of consciousness.

On a messy street, Giorgio stood silently in the corner—the tattered T-shirt was crooked, covered with blood so that the original color could not be seen, and the dim yellow eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog There is no light in the same way, the dirty arms are hanging down, and a dark rhombus tie is tied on the forearm, and the sound of "uh, uh" is made intermittently in the throat.

Yes, Giorgio is a zombie.

He didn't know how long he had been a zombie, he only knew that he had been standing next to this overturned trash can for three days, and was eager to get out of here.

But this body seemed to be made of stone. After three days of struggle, he could barely move his little finger.

If a zombie can express anxiety and anger by breathing fire, he can definitely evolve into a Charmander.

If you count the dissatisfaction with the same kind wearing a black shirt three steps away, he can definitely evolve into a big charmander.

It's been three days, since Giorgio became conscious, this guy has been staring at him blankly at that position, maintaining the posture of staring at him, not even moving his little finger!This is simply a kind of obscenity!

Giorgio is very upset, and Giorgio wants to run away.

It seemed that God sensed his strong desire, and there was the sound of running in the distance—a person's and a group of zombies'.

Every cell in the body was excited, uncontrollably, Giorgio began to move towards the direction of the human scent.

Finally leaving this dirty place, finally leaving the black shirt staring at him, Giorgio wanted to cry with joy, and he kept begging that the black shirt should not be moved.

One step, two steps, he wiped his black shirt and accidentally bumped into his shoulder, causing the black shirt to take a step back, and Giorgio took advantage of the opportunity and accidentally stepped on his shoes.

marvelous!Finally vented the grievances of these days!

Giorgio's footsteps became brisk, and he moved towards the human being happily. He could almost smell the blood coming from the wind. That is to say, the food was caught, and he had to hurry to share it. a cup of soup.

Sure enough, Dabo's kind had already formed a circle, and the middle of them was the place where the smell of blood was strongest.

But the circle was surrounded by iron walls, three times in the inner circle and three times in the outer circle. Giorgio squeezed hard several times but failed to squeeze in, only hopping around in the outer circle.With such a small amount of food, if you can’t squeeze it in, you will only have to continue to be hungry. Giorgio saw the opportunity and used all his strength to rush into a gap, and then he was pushed like a small spinning top by the same kind. We made a detour.

Seeing that it was time to eat, Giorgio's eyes lit up, his legs gathered strength, he opened his teeth and claws, and he swooped like a hungry tiger - he was knocked out with a "bang".

The seat was filled up by latecomers in an instant, and Giorgio lay on the ground angrily, wanting to see which bastard hit him, but he couldn't get up.

The food was divided up within easy reach, and the zombies were scattered or stayed. Giorgio lay sadly on the ground, listening to his stomach growling and moaning.

A pair of black skate shoes appeared in front of his eyes, with a fresh footprint on them.A strong sense of foreboding surged in Giorgio's heart.

"Uh uh uh oh oh..."

A sluggish face in a black shirt appeared in the sky above Giorgio's head, and Harazi shone like a silver thread hanging dangerously in the air, luckily it didn't fall down.

Why did this guy come here?Giorgio covered his face in imagination.

Then, the black shirt started kicking him, that’s right, just kicking him, Giorgio was powerless to resist, he could only greet his eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, what kind of hatred and resentment, to treat a hand like this Powerful weak zombies!

Kick, kick, kick, kick all the way from the street to the end of the street, and then kick him down the steps.

Giorgio stumbled and rolled to the upper platform of the steps, lying on his back looking up at the sky.

An hour later, the black shirt was in front of him again. Kicking, kicking, kicking, Giorgio stumbled and rolled to the middle platform, lying down and looking at the sky in a desperate posture.

Kick, kick, kick, Giorgio finally landed on the ground!

Maybe it was rolled away, he felt that his body had never been so light, and it only took two hours to get up from the ground, and in these two hours, the black shirt first took an hour to walk to him, and then Spent an hour watching him get up and yelling at him by the way.

Giorgio felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, and his skill seemed to be insulted.

So he moved his bruised and purple thighs, waved his bruised and purple arms, and rushed towards the black shirt at a snail's speed, vowing to fight him to the death!

The black shirt remained motionless, and Giorgio seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and heard the blunt sound of physical impact—three minutes later, his arm was finally raised to a certain height, and five minutes later, the distance between his palm and the black The shirt is one meter away. After 3 minutes, the palm is half a meter away from the black shirt. After 5 minutes, the fingertips touch the face of the black shirt. From ten to 7 minutes, the face of the black shirt turns with Giorgio’s hand. After 10 minutes, The palms were separated from the black shirt's face. After 13 minutes, the black shirt turned his head back to the original angle and continued to sip.

Oh, fuck...

Frustrated, Giorgio spends three minutes hanging his arms, struggling to move in any direction.

He must stay away from this guy, or he will be driven crazy!

A fierce competition like a snail race was born in a dead city. Giorgio was three meters away from the black shirt when the sun was in the middle of the sky, and Giorgio was three meters away from the black shirt when the sun fell to the horizon. The sun had no interest in witnessing their race. Giorgio was three meters away from the black shirt.

It was dark, and Giorgio couldn't tell the direction, so Giorgio had to stop, thinking that somewhere in the dark there was a zombie in a black shirt yelling at him, and a strong sense of frustration filled his heart.

If zombies could cry, the water of West Lake would be his tears.

I planned to just grieve in silence, but I got bumped on the shoulder again, I don't need to look at him to know who it is, do I want to abuse him again!Giorgio stood firmly on his feet so as not to fall to the ground again.

One, two, three.

Fortunately, there was no response after only hitting it three times.

The black shirt stood motionless beside him, and everything seemed to return to dead silence.

Fourth day

Zombies don't need to sleep, but after a long period of boredom, Giorgio is still a little confused, dimly seems to hear someone calling him, calling his name over and over again, very annoying.

He tried hard to remember who that voice belonged to, and tried to find where the person calling him was, but he only saw chaotic and flickering lights, running figures, and endless screams that made his heart tremble. He saw a People ran towards him against the light, and the sound of leather shoes clattered.

The voice was getting closer and closer, Giorgio opened his eyes, dazzled by the bright morning light, and immediately saw the magnified face in the black shirt with dripping hair, close at hand.

If it weren't for this hard body, he would have been scared and flew out. Even so, the little heart couldn't help beating, staring at the black shirt with resentful eyes.

The black shirt stood still, a sparrow landed on top of his head, pecked at its feathers, and then flew away again.

Except for the two of them, there were no zombies around. Giorgio's stomach growled, and he moved little by little, stepping over the black shirt, intending to look for food.

When he was about three meters away, Giorgio tilted his head slowly and looked at the ground out of the corner of his eye—it was a dark shadow, and he walked over slowly and stood still.

Mother, is it because he saw him for the first time when he first woke up, so he regarded him as his mother?

Giorgio was chilled by this conjecture, and tried to make some noise.

"Uh uh uh uh uh!" - I'm not your mother!

The black shirt tilted his head as if he heard it, but then moved a little closer.

It doesn't seem to work at all.Giorgio resigned to his fate and shut his mouth, probably as if he couldn't understand the black shirt's moaning, and the black shirt wouldn't understand him, so let's focus on finding food.He strode hard, as if a vegetative person who had been paralyzed for more than ten years was doing rehabilitation exercises.

I have to say that rehabilitation exercises still have some effect. I walked so much yesterday, and today I will walk more smoothly. Although the progress is slow, it is not standing still. Giorgio silently cheers himself up. Sooner or later One day he will be able to practice walking like flying, sooner or later one day he will be able to shake off this black tail for a thousand miles - the premise is that he will not starve to death.

It has been four days since I became conscious