- Not anymore.

- With just such a small amount of food, seven days of survival is already the limit.

- If this continues, we will definitely die.

She stood up in a slight trance, her short and uneven hair, cut by a knife, clinging to her face, her clothes so shabby and dirty, with traces of dried blood everywhere, and an indescribable stench emanating from her body.

"I'll go out and have a look. ”

She was about to lift her leg when a withered hand reached out and clutched at the corner of her dress.

"No, I can't. ”

She looked back, and saw only the familiar and unfamiliar face.

I had seen that face for nearly twenty years, but I had never seen that somewhat plump face, which became the same as it is now, with collapsed cheeks and high cheekbones, so frightening and distressing.

"But if we keep hiding like this, we can only die...... I want to try my luck. ”

"No, I can't. Mother was so determined, "I almost lost you last time. ”

"But this goes on...... I'm going to lose my dad first, followed by you. And I won't last long. Do you want to leave me alone in hell?"

Her gaze looked straight at the other, impartial, until the other person avoided her gaze.

"Then I'll go with you. ”

"You're going to stay and take care of Dad. ”

Her gaze fell on her father, who was lying on the ground not far away, with only simple newspapers and plastic sheeting on the ground, and a bloodstained cloth on his body, and the intermittent sound of sickness echoing in the small, crowded basement.

My father's injuries were caused by scavenging.

In order to survive, people like them who have no special abilities either steal or sell their bodies, or become scavengers......

The so-called scavengers risk their lives to search for the corpses that have not been checked in the streets, take the spars in the zombies' brains, and then go to the center of the gathering place to sell them in exchange for some daily necessities.

And the place where the general ability fights with the zombies, the hedron has the most...... But the danger is also the greatest.

She remembers the last time they were scavenging, they encountered a few zombies wandering around. She didn't notice the danger behind her, and it was her father who came to her rescue.

But because of this, he also hit the discarded iron plate on the side, and a long hole was cut out of his abdomen by the sharp edge.

All of the hedras they had picked up before, including a second-order one, had been contributed to the Adept.

But the healing ability deceived them, but they had just been promoted to the second order, and they couldn't completely heal their injuries at all. She reasoned with the other party, but under the watchful eyes of several alien teammates around the other party, she reluctantly helped her father to leave.

But to be honest, they were already very kind to the team of Strangers, and she hesitated for a long time to find them. All the rules of this nascent survivor gathering place are not perfect, if you change to another team of Abilities, whether she will be healed is a matter, and it is more likely that they will be robbed, and even her safety cannot be guaranteed.

After that, her mother didn't dare to let her go scavenging, so they hid in this cold and damp basement, living only on some food they had bought after scavenging.

She eventually persuaded her mother, opened the basement door, and walked out.

They lived in the newly established White Blue City survivor gathering place, and the streets were full of ragged wanderers, their eyes lifeless, and they couldn't tell the difference between them and the zombies outside the city.

But it's relatively safe compared to the outside.

Suddenly, a man with thin eyes and wide lips bumped into him and asked, "Little sister, how many packs of instant noodles?"

Before she could say no, a woman in scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup walked over on the other side, "Look for me, just a pack of instant noodles." ”

Then the woman dragged the man away, fearing that she would ruin her next meal.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head a few moments, and hurried away.

Dressing herself as a man has been put on her urgent agenda.

But the spars they scavenged were just enough for them to sustain their lives, let alone exchange for clothes, and even the extra water to wash their faces was a luxury.

-

She wandered the abandoned streets and alleys, and everywhere she could see the severed limbs and stumps of people and the buzzing mosquitoes and flies, the stench of rancid air lingering all over the world, and her numb nerves had become accustomed to such sights.

The scavenging range of the scavengers is basically within one mile of the gathering place. The farther away you are, the more dangerous it becomes.

But she knew that the harvest within a mile was quite meager, and that there might be arguments with other scavengers, and at the end of the day, it would be nice to be able to exchange it for one person's food.

But she needed food for at least three people, and she also needed to treat her father's injuries......

-- Risks and opportunities coexist.

She came out with the determination to die.

There's no point in taking risks without taking risks.

Grit your teeth, pluck up the courage, and search farther away from safety.

She had an axe in her hand and a police pistol pinned to her waist, two of which were still in them, counting the loaded bullets.

The pistol had been obtained from a police officer who had been dying trying to protect them, and by that time there were only two bullets left.

She walked more and more cautiously, guarding against danger that might emerge from a corner at any moment.

The farther it goes, the more dangerous it is.

I don't know how long she walked, but she was already visibly tired.

She is just an ordinary human being, and she has not eaten a full meal since the outbreak of the end times, and her tight will has put a great burden on her.

She felt like she had gone a long way, but perhaps in reality she had only walked a little more than a mile......

- Hold on a little longer.

- Mom and Dad are still waiting for me.

She gritted her teeth and continued her search.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and she smelled the smell of burnt in the stench of corpses, and hurriedly looked at a high place, and found that the road there was full of zombie corpses, and there were sporadic flames burning around.

There were obvious rut marks of blood on the ground, stretching all the way out of the city.

She didn't know which "Predator" had done a good job, but she knew that her chance had finally come!

She looked around again, saw that there was no one, and trotted all the way to the pile of zombie corpses that was still hot.

She picked up an iron rod and used it to search the zombie's head.

The probability of the spar forming in the heads of ordinary zombies is very low, and she doesn't know how many zombie corpses she turned over, so she can barely get ten first-order spars.

"No, these are not enough to ask a first-order healer to make a move, at least find a second-order ......"

From dawn to evening.

She had finally found a second-order hedron and quite a few first-order hedrons.

This time the harvest was very rich, and she was overjoyed.

She hurried back with the hedron in her arms, thinking to herself that she would heal her father's wounds first, and then buy some food and water. And then tomorrow, if there is time and the other scavengers haven't found it, she'll come back here to search......

Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of the flames still burning on the corpse.

Now the surrounding fires were gone, and only the corpse had been burning for hours.

Go straight back

Check it out

These two options popped up in her mind.