Doomsday Supreme Glory

After soaking quietly for a while, finally couldn't help it, and dawdled towards him, the white shirt didn't look sideways, the back foot moved, and Giorgio leaned over again, and he moved again. The two were spinning like the sun and the moon. The black shirt was stuck between them, and they were forced to move. They walked faster and faster, as if a pool of water was being stirred up into a vortex.

Giorgio was annoyed, and rushed straight from the middle, the white shirt flashed lightly, causing him to miss it, and knocked his head on the edge of the pool with gold stars in his eyes.

Is he wrong?The cold profile of the white shirt in front of him seemed to have a little smile.

"Sit down." The voice of the white shirt was faint, as if it came from the sky.

Giorgio's eyes lit up, he sat down obediently, his head didn't hurt anymore, "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh!"

"It consumes a lot of energy." The white shirt didn't open its mouth, but lowered its head slightly. Giorgio followed his line of sight, and saw that the red around him had indeed faded, and soon merged with other water One, so I can't see how it is lightened.It turns out that these will really be absorbed.

Xiao Food, who was resting next to him, heard the white shirt talking, and ran over with his trousers in his hands. He tapped Giorgio's head with his small fist, beckoning him not to disturb others with a stern face.

"Uh uh uh..."——"Then let me say, you just nod and shake your head." Giorgio said while dodging the fist of the little food, and a lot of questions popped up in his head. Get rid of those that don't matter and those that need detailed answers, and the first one to ask: "Xiao Shi, oh, no, Xiao Wen, is it your son?"

The white shirt glanced at the little food and shook his head.

For some reason, Giorgio was so excited that he wanted to jump up and give Xiaofood a high-five. If White Shirt wasn't Xiaofood's father, then he could pull him over and pass him by, right?Two zombies are simply the most suitable combination in the world.Although I don’t quite understand what zombies need CP for, but if the protagonist of that dream is replaced by him and the white shirt, it seems very good. The white shirt is sitting on the sofa, and he is in the kitchen... oh no, the white shirt is in the kitchen Here, he was sitting on the sofa, and when Xiao Food came home from outside, he said, "Xiaowen is back."

Giorgio looked excitedly at His Majesty the handsome king, who seemed to have lived such a life, and blurted out: "Let's be together!"

White Shirt froze.The black shirt was also stunned.

In the next second, the black shirt clattered among them, and he looked at Giorgio with an excited expression, like a little chick that has not been fed by a mother bird.

Giorgio was only interested in the white shirt, and couldn't understand what he said. Seeing him suddenly frantically dangling in front of his eyes, he wished he could slap him against the wall.Seeing that Giorgio ignored him, the black shirt turned to the white shirt, said something serious, and the white shirt nodded immediately.

Those who can understand the words don’t speak, and those who don’t understand what to say always talk is too bad. Giorgio slowly raised his zombie legs and kicked the black shirt’s buttocks with all his energy. ——(o゜▽゜) o☆[BINGO!] The world is clean.

"Uh uh uh..."—"What did he tell you?" Giorgio remembered that the white shirt could not answer, and asked another way: "Is he talking bad about me?"

White Shirt shook his head.

Forgive him for not daring, Giorgio glanced at the aggrieved black shirt, and remembered that the question that should be called the imperative sentence just now had not been answered, so he asked it again, waiting for him to nod without showing any emotion.

The white shirt looked at him silently, his gray eyes were lifeless, for a moment, he shook his head.

"Why not!" Giorgio was disappointed and angry.

This time, the white shirt didn't answer at all, and Giorgio chased after him. He simply closed his eyes and pretended he didn't hear.

Giorgio snorted angrily in his heart, and cast his eyes on the black shirt. The black shirt trembled, and he couldn't help taking two steps back. If he didn't understand what he said, he would definitely hold him in the pool and ask him Why is the white shirt pressing, even if he can't understand what he said, it doesn't prevent Giorgio from pressing on him step by step, threatening him nakedly with his wide-eyed eyes.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, the black shirt has already retreated to the edge of the pool, there is no place to retreat, and there is a moment of stalemate with big eyes and small eyes, but the black shirt suddenly blinked at him, and the corners of the mouth twisted strangely. Raised a little, his face slowly leaned forward... Giorgio shuddered, how could he feel that he had been molested, and stepped back solemnly, thinking about letting him go today, but instead It was the black shirt who took two steps forward cheerfully.

Giorgio froze, continued to back, he continued to move forward.

The black shirt was originally taller than him, so Giorgio looked weak no matter what.

Subconsciously, Giorgio still backed away.The situation was reversed, Giorgio retreated like a fly, and the black shirt came in as if he had found something interesting. Considering that both of them were naked at this time, this scene looked really bad. Dare to turn your back and run away.

Being forced to a certain point, he simply stopped and warned him hoarsely that if he went any further, I was going to explode.

The black shirt stopped, and Giorgio breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly the black shirt started to walk, Giorgio hurriedly dodged, his footsteps were chaotic, there was frivolity in the water, but he slipped a bit, fell on his back, hit his head heavily on the edge of the pool, his eyes went dark.

I vaguely saw black shirts, white shirts, and snacks in front of my eyes, but I couldn't see them all, only the pale ceiling in front of my eyes.

After a while, he gradually regained consciousness. In the past, this zombie was not so weak after rolling his head down many stairs. Why did he faint now after knocking his head?

He found himself lying naked on the bed, and was about to sit up quickly, but found that his hands and feet were bound, and there was no sign of other people in the laboratory, but everything was neat, not like the room they were used to staying in.

where did they goDidn't I just faint for a while?

Giorgio struggled hard, but to no avail, suddenly the closed door opened, and a young man with blue eyes and wearing a suit walked in. He was tall and handsome, probably of mixed race, but although he smiled slightly, Holding a syringe in his hand, Giorgio felt a great sense of crisis in his heart. He wanted to shout but couldn't. He just heard the man say, "Then let you be the first one."

Before the words fell, the needle was stuck.

Eighth day

The author has something to say: Hey, it’s okay.

Giorgio yelled and opened his eyes, only to find that the mixed-race man was gone. Xiao Shiqian stood beside him with a worried expression on his face. He was still in the original place, dressed and lying on the ground, with a white shirt and a black shirt They are still soaking in the pool, and they are all looking this way.

It turned out that it was a dream.

Giorgio let out a long breath, this dream is not good at all, it is not as good as a warm and touching zombie that scares Ben to death.

Seeing him in a daze, Little Food ran up to him, shook his little hand, and then came up to pat his face. It was very comfortable to be patted by the soft little hand. Giorgio pretended to be dazed even if he wasn't dazed, and waited for the pat It took a while to stand up and say he was fine.

The white shirts and black shirts were no longer soaked, and the water in the pool had turned a light pink color. Xiao Cui helped them get dressed, and even brought a lot of blood bags, until his Zebra Little Book couldn't be packed.

Giorgio looked at him with some confusion, but he didn't think much about it. He was still immersed in the dream just now, feeling his heart tremble.Before leaving, I caught a glimpse of Xiao Cai taking out his torch-like thing, pressed the red one, and the door was completely locked.

After being led back home in such a daze, Giorgio felt that something was wrong with his eyes after entering the door. The originally messy living room was neatly tidied up. The long-haired girl clasped her hands and stood shyly in front of everyone. , she had washed her face, her long hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her beauty was clearly revealed.

It's just that the dirty clothes were still an eyesore. Little food dragged her into a room that had never been opened before. When they came out, the long-haired girl had already changed into new clothes, but they were a little tight on her body. See It's the clothes of Little Food's mother who is probably Little Food's mother. The long-haired girl's figure is hooked by the clothes, making her lines more distinct, but she has a big coat on the outside, which hides a lot.

She smiled slightly at the three zombies, turned into the kitchen and worked for a while, and brought out two dishes. She happily ate the small food, and she sat beside her, eating some biscuits and the like.

She is a very good wife and mother.

Giorgio looked at her, then at the white shirt, feeling a sense of crisis inexplicably.No matter what the relationship between the woman in the photo and the white shirt is, being able to live together is always intimate. The more the long-haired girl looks more like her, will the white shirt love the house and black or something?

He was originally sitting alone, but when he thought about it, he sat next to the white shirt. Anyway, it was right to be inserted between the white shirt and the space of the long-haired woman.

The white shirt didn't respond, and the black shirt was about to move. Giorgio glared at him, and he calmed down.

It was quiet at night, except for the sound of small food eating, there was no other sound. Although it was not the first day, Giorgio was inexplicably a little dizzy. I don’t know what happened to the gunshots heard in the morning. The person who shot the gun is already dead. I don’t know how many human beings are left in the world. Will they be dying soon?At least, during the few days when he was conscious, he hadn't seen many people.

He doesn't care about the survival of human beings. The point is, if all the people die, what will the zombies eat?

He can still stay well now, can be with