Doomsday Supreme Glory

The small food coexists peacefully because the small food has a blood bag. If the blood bag is gone, will he be unable to control his zombie nature and eat the small food?

Looking at Xiao Food's innocent appearance, he felt that this idea was extremely sinful, but it was hard to guarantee that it would not happen. His heart was heavy, and he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. After struggling for a while, he stood up, walked to the door, and wanted to go out to reveal the truth. breathable.

The door was already locked, Xiao Cai ran over to hold him back, looked up at him, Giorgio signaled him to open the door, Xiao Cai hesitated for a while, and then let him go out.

When he got outside, Giorgio remembered that he couldn't see in the dark. Fortunately, the moon was very bright tonight, so he didn't go far, and only planned to turn around a little before going back.

The summer night breeze is gentle, but the world under the night sky is full of holes. The abandoned cars on the side of the road are full of dust, but you can still vaguely see the children's seats inside, with naive plush toys , now, the owner of this car will probably never see it again.

Maybe the father ate the child, maybe the wife ate the husband.

If the blood bag runs out.Giorgio thought, at least no small food.

Someone touched his hand lightly. Giorgio turned his head and saw that it was a black shirt. He faintly felt something that might be called lost. That's right, it was the black shirt that would always follow him.

The black shirt looked straight at him, the gray shades of the eyes seemed to be glowing, touched and touched again, and Giorgio remembered that he had always harassed him like this when they were just conscious.

What exactly do you want to do?

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, and the hand in the black shirt immediately grabbed his.

Giorgio was taken aback, looked up at him, and saw his stiff zombie face blinking slowly and happily.

It turned out to be holding hands.

Giorgio seemed to have been shocked, and quickly let go of his hand. His sadness was also diluted a lot. He ignored the black shirt and strode back.

Vaguely, it seems to see a white shadow on the side of the road, but if you look carefully, there is nothing.

When they got home, the surprise was that the white shirt was not there. The long-haired girl was still in the old rules. She had already entered the room to sleep, and the door was closed. Xiao Cai sat alone in the living room and waited for them. Seeing them coming back, she was overjoyed to welcome them Come over, but seeing that the white shirt has not come back, he has a disappointed and worried expression.

The white shirt never leaves the snacks, why did he go out by himself tonight?

Giorgio wanted to go out to find him, but was held back by Xiao Shi, and they were not allowed to go out with that posture.

The child felt too sleepy, and the little food was obviously sleepy and nodded, but still stared at the door and refused to leave. Giorgio thought to himself, when the white shirt came back, he must take off his pants and beat him, why would he run around at night!

After another two hours, Giorgio couldn't sit still anymore. There was a sound outside the door, and Xiao Food hurriedly looked through the cat's eyes, and just now he opened the door, and there was a white shirt standing outside, unscathed.

"Uh uh uh uh?"—"Where have you been?"

The white shirt glanced at him and said nothing.

Xiaoshi seemed to know what he was doing, and when he saw that he had come back safely, he hurried into the room without saying anything. Giorgio had a lot of words to scold him, but seeing him follow Xiaoshi back to the room, he could only hold back. My mind was in a mess, and I sat dully.

I don't think they went in but they didn't go to sleep. There was a ping pong inside. Giorgio looked curiously, and saw a few big bags of small food, and stuffed all kinds of things into them.

What's happening here?

Giorgio was stunned, Little Food seemed to have just remembered something, and went to wake up the long-haired girl, but the long-haired girl didn't fall asleep, she was even dressed well, and went after listening to Little Food Helped to clean up together.

Seeing their posture, Giorgio finally understood that they were leaving.

But why are you leaving, and where are you going?Giorgio intuitively felt that this was the idea of ​​the white shirt, and it probably had a lot to do with him going out for a stroll just now. He leaned over itchingly: "Uh uh uh..."—"Are we leaving?"

The white shirt glanced at him, then nodded for a while.

Giorgio really wanted to ask why, but since the white shirt probably wouldn't answer, he could only ask, "Are you back?"

The white shirt neither nodded nor shook his head, which probably meant that he was not sure either.

Giorgio looked around with nostalgia. He had just regarded this place as his own home, and he hadn't had time to enjoy it. He was leaving here so soon?

"You don't have to go." White Shirt spoke suddenly.

Giorgio was startled, "Uh uh uh..."——"Why don't you go? You're all gone, why should I stay?" He suddenly turned his head around, trying to expend energy to say this sentence What do you mean, do you want to get rid of him?

He faced the white shirt seriously, "You want to get rid of me?"

The white shirt concentrated on watching Xiao Food pack up his things, without responding.

"Hmph, no matter whether it is or not, there is no way!"

As he said that, Giorgio caught a glimpse of Xiaofood carefully picking up the tie on the head of the bed. The tie was still untied from his arm. He couldn't help taking a step forward. Xiaofood looked up at him for a while, and then He brought a stool, stood on it, and tied Giorgio's tie.

Giorgio was very helpful, while looking at the white shirt out of the corner of his eye, look, Little Food likes me very much.

Wearing pajamas and a tie, no matter how you look at it, it looks a bit nondescript, but Giorgio still proudly puffed out his chest, and deliberately swayed around in front of the white shirt.With Xiao Food's heart, from today on, he will seriously regard himself as one of Xiao Food's guardians, wherever Xiao Food goes, he will go there.

A total of four large bags were sorted out, and the three heaviest ones were placed on the three zombies. The long-haired girl carried the light one, and the small food was still carrying his small zebra schoolbag, which mainly contained blood bags.

In another hour or two, it will be dawn. They didn't even wait until dawn, and set off in a hurry. When the door was closing, Xiao Cai reluctantly grabbed the doorknob. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly ran in and tiptoed He touched the woman on the photo wall, and when he ran out again, his eye circles were already red.

The long-haired girl touched his head comfortingly, he wiped the golden beans that were about to fall out, and waved to the three zombies.

The house key is still hanging around his neck, but he doesn’t know when it will be used next time. It’s the night before dawn, without even a ray of light, the white shirt is at the forefront, and the snacks are in the back. The weak flashlight, the long-haired girl, Giorgio and the black shirt followed in turn.

They didn't take the usual way to the hospital. The night was quiet, and it was scary enough to blow plastic bags in the wind, not to mention beware of zombies. Giorgio clearly felt that the long-haired girl in front of her was so nervous. He will not leave soon. Fortunately, he is a zombie. Wherever there are people of the same kind and where there are human beings, he can't escape his nose. The white shirt is obviously the same. He avoids where the smell of zombies is dense. Nothing went wrong.

When the first dawn came, the white shirt stopped.

ninth day

Giorgio walked around all night, suddenly stopped, almost missed the long-haired girl, looked ahead, and the white shirt was staring at the buildings on the side of the road.This row is full of shops, and the survivors have smashed the doors and windows of everything that has anything to do with food, and the inside can be seen as a mess from the outside.

Xiao Food signaled them not to move, and the white shirt walked slowly to one of them. From the sign outside, it could be vaguely identified that this was a coffee shop. What are you doing now?Is it okay to drink a cup of coffee leisurely and elegantly?

Just as she was thinking about it, the long-haired girl let out an exclamation, and then covered her mouth. Giorgio looked up, and saw a zombie rushing out from the store, with bloody claws piercing straight into the white shirt!

Before everyone had time to react, the white shirt had already grabbed the zombie's head neatly, nailed it's neck, and ruthlessly pulled it, tearing its muscles and muscles, and the head was moved like this. Fortunately, the zombie There was no fresh blood, otherwise he would have been splashed all over him, even so, the stinky blood also dripped onto his spotless black leather shoes.

The white shirt looked displeased, and he threw it away, and the zombie's head rolled aside, still opening its mouth to bite.

The long-haired girl covered her mouth not because she was afraid of shouting but because she was afraid of vomiting. Giorgio was stunned, and it took him a moment to realize that his neck was chilly.

The white shirt stood indifferently, and his gray eyes shifted from the ground to everyone. Although there was no hostility in his sight, wherever his gaze passed, the temperature still seemed to drop a few degrees suddenly.

Giorgio swallowed.

I used to think that he was the pampered king, but I didn't expect him to tear up zombies with his hands. Compared with his gentle appearance, the visual impact is too strong. Even if he is a zombie, he doesn't feel so much about killing. Looking at the white shirt is also a little frightening.

Looking back on the first time they met, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't have the audacity to provoke them at that time, otherwise even if Xiao Food didn't use the "flashlight" to deal with him, the white shirt would be enough to tear him alive.

Xiao Food lowered his head, not daring to look at the zombie's head at all. He trotted over, took out a handkerchief to wipe his white shirt's hands, and after wiping his hands, he polished his leather shoes. His movements could not hide his panic, and he almost wiped his handkerchief several times. To fly.

Hey, the scene just now was indeed a bit unsuitable for children.

Giorgio walked over slowly. They were both zombies. They still maintained a glamorous human form. Except for gray eyes and stiffness everywhere, they were not much different from ordinary humans, but this zombie had sunken eye sockets and skinny bones. ,