Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Yuan Gun put the gun on his back in front of his body, holding it in a dignified manner.

With his back against the wall, he walked carefully up the stairs.

It was a woman's scream, and she screamed for a while, then giggled suddenly.

Laughter was as harsh as an overturned china plate.

Yuan Gun frowned: Is this crazy?

If it is a neuropathy, the gun will not serve as a deterrent.

Or use diamond claws.

What's more, the gunshots will attract all living creatures with hearing within a hundred miles.Yuan Gun finally got rid of Yanyan and the others, so of course he didn't want to be found.

He put the gun back behind his back, quickened his pace and walked upstairs.

The lights on the second floor were not turned on, and even the curtains were drawn tightly. The air was filled with the sour smell of sweat and spoiled food.

Yuan Gun also heard the sound of the TV. The woman's laughter was sandwiched between the humorous and funny sound effects of the TV. It was presumptuous and loud, revealing a nervousness that made people palpitate.

Terrible.

Yuan Gun quietly walked to the bedroom following the sound, and pushed open the half-covered door, and suddenly a bad smell came over his face.The indescribable pungent smell, like the sour smell of dirty socks that haven't been washed for a month and rotten instant noodles.

A fat woman figure was sitting on a single sofa, with her back to the door.

The colored lights of the TV illuminated a small area in front of her.It's "Tom and Jerry", a very classic old animation.

She stuffed French fries into her mouth and stared at the TV screen without blinking.A locust the size of an adult's palm landed on her fat arm, eating her flesh and blood.

"Ah! Don't bite!" The woman waved her arms.

The locust flapped its wings and flew away. It circled around the room and seemed to smell the smell of fresh flesh and blood, and flew towards the door.

Yuan Gun raised his hand and slapped it flat against the wall.The mutant's disgusting yellow-green mucus made him vomit, and immediately rushed into the next bathroom, scrubbing vigorously against the faucet.

Surprisingly, water and electricity are supplied, and the quality of the water coming out of the faucet is also very clean.

That fat woman certainly couldn't create such living conditions, what Yuan Gun thought of was the rotten and stinking giant view downstairs.

When he was still alive, that is, a week ago, he lived with the fat woman in this comfortable house. With the help of the high-voltage power grid wall outside the house, he circled such an absolutely safe area and broke his life Well organized.

So, is it because the man died that the fat woman began to give up on herself and want to speed up her death?

Yuan Gun walked back to the door of the bedroom.

The commotion he made just now is definitely not small, but the woman still hasn't stepped out of the bedroom to take a look, her eyes are fixed on the TV, her obese body seems to be glued to the dirty sofa.

On TV, Jerry researches a potion for growing bigger in his mouse hole.After drinking it, the body grows instantly.Tom Cat chased after the mouse hole, grabbed the slender mouse tail, and pulled it out of the hole with a proud face.

Jerry in the cave spread his hands, snickered and let it pull him.

The small hole connected to the solid wall above slowly cracked the outline of a giant mouse. Tom persisted and pulled it out with almost all his strength.

boom--

The stone wall collapsed, and a huge Jerry, whose size was comparable to three or four Tom cats, appeared in front of it.

Tom cat pointed at it and laughed.

The woman on the sofa also giggled, her greasy mouth spewed saliva wrapped in French fries, and her drooping chest trembled with laughter.

The Tom cat on TV suddenly splashed tears with a smile. It cried and laughed, and laughed, and raised its paw to wipe its eyes, crying terribly.

In the end, the picture shrinks into a circle, and freezes on Tom's crying and smiling face.

End of an episode.

Yuan Gun turned his gaze from the TV to the woman on the sofa.

She shrugged her shoulders and seemed to be crying too.

Yuan Gun stepped forward and circled in front of the woman. She stared into a pair of big brown eyes, and her fat face was glistening with tears.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

"Don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions." Yuan Gun scratched his head and asked her, "Do you know that there is a corpse on the first floor?"

The woman's face instantly turned expressionless: "I know." She replied.

Yuan Gun: "Why didn't you save him?"

The woman said indifferently: "When I went out, he fell to the ground, there was a lot of blood, a lot, I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything."

Yuan Gun: ...Convinced, what kind of logic is this.

"Who is he from you?"

"my husband."

"Then why didn't you bury his body?"

"There are a lot of locusts outside. They eat people, so they can't go out." The woman's fat hand grabbed the porcelain plate on her leg, but it was empty. There was only a mess of tomato sauce left on the plate.

She wiped her fingers on the clothes that were too dirty to see the color, and then turned to ask the boy: "Can you help me put the dishes in the kitchen sink?"

Yuan Gun didn't know what he was thinking, so he really reached out and took it.

It wasn't until his fingertips touched the greasy bottom of the plate, possibly mixed with a woman's saliva, that he realized what anti-human behavior he had done.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then it's too late!

He immediately ran downstairs at a 100-meter sprint speed and turned into the kitchen.

There were dirty dishes all over the floor, and all kinds of food packaging bags. Some food residues had black mold growing on them. A few brisk xiaoqiangs crawled happily among them.

It wasn't afraid of people at all, and even when Yuan Gun threw the porcelain plate in the air, the Xiaoqiang didn't even dodge it.

It was crushed, and the black egg case spurted out, bounced against the door, and returned to the ground.

Yuan Gun was so irritated by this scene that he slammed the kitchen door shut.

The goosebumps that shook all over the floor ran back upstairs again.

The fat woman was still sitting there, but the TV screen was dark.

The only bright light disappeared, but she sat motionless on the sofa like a corpse.

"There's a power outage." The woman stared at the TV without blinking, and spit out these four words as if dreaming.

Yuan Rolled to the window and opened the curtains, the densely crawling locusts outside the window almost blocked all the light from outside.

The sound of flapping wings, and the noise of insects' sharp teeth scraping against the glass, intertwined, giving people a headache.

Fortunately, Yuan Gun didn't have intensive phobia.

He patted his forehead.What I saw with the light was the woman's numb eyes.

She has long been used to being surrounded by bugs.Maybe she was panicked and afraid before, but now, a woman who has lost her husband and lost her belief in survival no longer cares about anything.

Yuan Gun even felt that if a zombie rushed in at this time, the woman would sit motionless on the sofa and let it bite her flesh and blood.

The glass was gnawed very thin by the locusts.

Click, a slender insect limb pierced in.

There were more and more cracks in the glass that followed, and countless worm limbs pierced in. They were still biting, and the worm head, thorax, and belly that were still blocked out also burrowed in.

Yuan Gun frowned, took a few steps back, and looked at the woman: "Leave this room quickly, the windows won't last long."

"Oh..." The fat woman trembled and said, "But I'm too lazy to move... I'm so tired from running away."

Yuan Gun shook his head: "You are hopeless."

He dragged the sofa where the woman was sitting, dragged her out of the bedroom, closed the door, and dragged the large wardrobe from the other room, blocking the door of the bedroom.

"That's the only way to go. One more second to live is one second." The boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the woman: "I'll go first, you can do it yourself."

"Wait," the fat woman turned her thick multi-layered chin, "can you bring that iron box here for me?"

Yuan Gun walked to the study in the direction she pointed, "Which one?"

His voice came from far away in the room.

"Under the painting."

A realistic oil painting of a lily basket is hung on the wall. The colors are gorgeous and the flowers are clustered, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Yuan Gun stared at the painting for a long time with his dark eyes, and then he reached out and took down the tin box of cookies from the tall and narrow table.

Shaking, the voice is fragmented, and there are probably all kinds of things in it, everything.

He walked out of the study and handed the iron box to the woman.

The fat woman opened the box, took out her and her husband's marriage certificate, stuck it to her nose and sniffed it.

Then he took out rings, lighters, playing cards, a small piece of red striped tie that was cut out, and a few yellowed diary pages with scrawled handwriting...there were so many kinds that it was too dizzying to see.

The woman stroked them one by one and piled them on her lap.

Finally, there was such a trace of emotion that a living person should have on her face, her eyes were no longer numb and indifferent, but were filled with tears, trembling together with the uncontrollable moan in her throat.

People are always like this, you have to wait until you lose it before you really start to cherish it.

But at this time, it was too late, and no matter how regretful it was, those precious things that had left forever could not be retrieved.

Yuan Gun decided to leave the last private space for this woman who was about to die. He held the handle of the stairs, turned around, took a step forward, and was about to go downstairs when he was stopped again.

"You are a good person." The fat woman stroked the greasy tears on her multi-layered chin, shook the iron box, and pulled out a card from the bottom: "My husband got it from a traveling merchant." Yes, it might work for you."

Yuan Gun reached out to take it, and saw the words [Hunger Gathering] on the card.

The background is a pattern of cutlery—knives, forks, and chopsticks—outlined in light gray lines.

Matched with a pure black background, the finely divided fluorescent powder on it shimmers, as if to seduce the darkest, most hidden and most indescribable desire in the bottom of the heart.

Yuan Gun turned the card over and over several times, and was already curious about what kind of existence this so-called hunger rally was.

Always feel a bit like a cult party?

"He even wants to go there in his dreams." The fat woman looked at the void with blurred eyes: "It should be here now. I heard that after death, the soul moves at a speed comparable to that of an airplane."

"Is that so?" The fat woman focused her gaze on the boy.

Yuan Gun grabbed the card, eyes full of confusion: "Ah, I don't know, I never died."

The fat woman struggled to find a pistol from the gap between her waist and the back of the sofa, pointed the gun at the boy: "Can you do me a favor? I'll use a warehouse of food in return, oh, plus a brand new battery car, I've always been reluctant to ride it."

There is a car!

The boy's eyes lit up, and he promised, "Say it, I'll help you."

The fat woman picked out a mechanical watch from the iron box, "Give this to a man with red and blue spider webs and black flames tattooed on the back of his hand, and tell him, I love him, and Shuya loves him!"

Yuan Gun took it, and looked down at the watch silently: ...

Should we help with this kind of thing?Will it damage Yin De?

The key point is that her man's body is still lying downstairs!This, this, this...

click.

Yuan Gun looked at the gun with the safety on in the woman's hand, and widened his eyes: No, no, are you really doing this?

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, and I must hand it over to him!"

Seeing the young man nodding his head like a pounding garlic, the woman finally showed a satisfied smile. She closed her tearful eyes, turned the gun around, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Bah!

A loud bang.

Yuan Gun followed suit, the curly hair on his head trembling.

It's okay...it's okay, it's good to get used to it after watching too much.

Yuan Gun pursed his lips, shook his head and stuffed the mechanical watch into his pocket resignedly.

Then he raised his hand and stroked his chest.

After the heartbeat stabilized, Yuan Gun tore off the curtains in the study room and covered the female corpse on the sofa, covering it tightly from head to toe.

"Time is limited, so this is the only way to go." The young man put his hands together and bowed to the woman's corpse.

After straightening up, he realized: "You don't seem to have told me where the food and small batteries are."

That's okay, he has search skills!

Light up, arrange!

Yuan Gun followed the prompts marked in red, and successfully found the last piece of cheese left in the house in the refrigerator, which was still moldy.

No wonder the woman wanted to die. It turned out that she had run out of food.

The worst part was that she lied to him that there was a warehouse of food in his house!

The most basic trust between people! !

Yuan Gun scratched his hair angrily, ran downstairs, and found the brand new eDonkey from the broken cabinet in the kitchen that hadn't been torn off the plastic film.

Bright pink, so eye-catching!

But having a car is better than walking on two legs.

He let out a breath, tore off the plastic film, the key was inserted in it, and with a slight twist, the electronic screen on the front of the car turned on, and the battery was full, the woman didn't lie to him.

Yuan Gun stuffed the plastic wrap on his handle into the storage pocket of the little eDonkey, adjusted the mask, pressed it firmly, and pushed the little eDonkey out through the small door at the back.

He stepped onto the car seat, turned the handlebar, and the little electric donkey under him rushed out.The wind stroked the curly hair on the top of his head, revealing a smooth forehead and beautiful nose and lips.

The boy's face was as tender as water chestnuts that had just been peeled from the water.

The wheels of the small electric donkey are very small, even if it is driven to the maximum, the speed is still worrying.It is less than the upper (car), more than the lower (two legs).

Yuan Gun was not willing to discard this hard-won means of transportation.

Seven or eight zombies gradually followed behind him.They are level [-] zombies that have evolved, they can run and jump, no matter where the boy goes, he can't get rid of them.

Yuan Gun depressed the handbrake, leaned on the car with his toes on his toes, and looked back at the green and rotten heads that were standing still.

"You guys followed me for five blocks!"

The author has something to say:

I caught a cold and had a terrible headache. I was expecting a double update, so I had to sleep orz first.