My name is Bu Shiren, and that's the name I just gave myself two days ago.

Today is the 1042nd day since I became a zombie.

I'm ashamed that I only recently awakened to my intellect.

After just one glance, I immediately closed the "Zombie Survival Handbook - Zombies Must Read the Secret to Saving Their Lives", and then stuffed it into my sweatshirt pocket.

I'd love to keep watching, but I've got to get out of here.

Because I smell human beings, at least three.

Damn, if only I could be more nimble.

"Ding, congratulations on getting the Zombie Survival Manual."

Suddenly, a female voice appeared in my head.

I mean, if I still have a brain.

"This handbook will teach you how to survive in the last days."

To be honest, I don't even understand what that sound means.

On the street, if you see a stupid zombie, standing motionless in the middle of the road.

To his right, there is a dead Carrefour supermarket nailed by wooden boards, and to his right, a group of well-armed humans approaching with AKs.

Then don't doubt it, that's me.

"Damn, what should I do?"

For a moment, pitiful, weak, and helpless instantly flooded my heart.

I don't want to die, as a zombie, I'm still a child under the age of three!

"Don't you humans still have a law for the protection of minors!?"

I yelled at the stupid humans.

And the other party also responded to me politely.

"Da-da-da-da."

There was a burst of gunshots, three 7.62mm rounds, only one of which went through my chest.

"Wow, wow, wow."

A burst of human language came from my right-hand side.

Even a zombie with no brains can guess that this is the one in the lead complaining about the one who fired the shot.

Roughly what it means:

Don't the fuck waste bullets, don't shoot if you can't shoot, shoot again, I'll make your ass bloom when you go back, and so on.

Don't ask me why six words make so many senses.

I'm just a child under three years old.

"The manual checks for cadaver damage, whether to initiate cadaver repair."

At this time, the female voice appeared in my mind again.

I didn't think about it, and immediately replied, "Yes." ”

It's better to die than to live.

The "Zombie Survival Manual" in the pocket of the sweatshirt suddenly emitted a burst of heat.

Then I felt a tingling in my abdomen, and the book was alive!

Pity my little belly, which was desperately trying to eat fat, was instantly pierced with holes.

I don't care if the so-called corpse restoration is useless.

Anyway, I know that if I don't run, I will die under the guns of those humans sooner or later.

Because they've been chasing after them.

For a moment, I wanted to turn around and pounce, bite one to death, and then stick his limbs on top of myself.

In this way, it is permissible to run faster.

Ah, no, if you can bite one, why don't you bite the other two?

"The manual has detected a tendency to mutate, has it learned a skill, Wind Corpse Legs?"

"Learn, learn, learn."

As I ran, I suddenly became faster.

It can really be said that my back doesn't hurt, my legs don't hurt anymore, and I have energy to run.

By the time I came to my senses, I had already run thousands of meters away.

Those humans have long been left behind, and I don't know which little alley they are in.

When I looked at it, I was already running near North Street.

If only there were other zombies around me at this time.

I've got to show off,, how awesome, who has ever seen a zombie that can run so fast!

It's just that now, in the second wave of humanity's counterattack, there are not many of my kind left.

In addition to being sad, I immediately remembered the "Zombie Survival Handbook" in my pocket.

Just as I was about to take it out.

I dig.

I'll dig again.

What is this?

Long, thick, and rounded.

Oh, and that's leftover food from before.

In human language, it's, whoa, whoa.

However, we generally call it ham sausage.

The world has changed, and it is not easy to eat.

Regardless of raw or cooked meat, what can fill your stomach is good meat.

Even if it is mixed with 90% flour.

Strange, what about the manual?

In the pocket of the sweatshirt, there was nothing except half of the ham sausage.

"Hint, the manual is a perfect match. As the most wasted zombie on the surface, the author believes that you are the corpse who needs this manual the most, so he has fused the manual with you. ”

"Huh?" I touched my head, "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" ”

"Each time you use the manual, your Gene Points will be consumed, and Gene Points can be obtained by predation.

The initial gene score is 10 points, and 2 points are deducted from corpse repair.

After deducting skill learning, the wind corpse leg is 46 points

The remaining gene points are 10-2-46 = -38 points. ”

How can it still ...... Negative deduction?

A quick-witted zombie like me immediately sensed that something was wrong, and then folded his fingers and counted it.

"No, after subtracting 2 from 10, there are only 8 fingers, where is there enough to subtract 46, you are lying to me."

I double-checked that my fingers hadn't been bitten off by the other zombies.

Could it be said?

I was disabled before I became a zombie?

The average human has more than ten fingers?

The manual seems to have been impressed by my wit.

"The manual implements a bookkeeping system, and if you don't have enough gene points after the settlement, your body will have a genetic collapse.

Please start preying as soon as possible to replenish the gene points, according to the amount of gene points owed, the estimated gene collapse time: 1 hour. ”

No matter how much I slapped my stomach, that strange sound never came again.

"Gene collapse?" I couldn't help but frown.

I don't know what it is, but at least I understand it: it asks me to hunt as soon as possible!

Forget it, whatever, eat it and you're done.

I quickly stuffed the ham sausage in my pocket into my mouth.

"Genetic testing, pigs: 20 points, chickens: 20 points, wheat: 60 points, a total of 100 points.

After making up the 38 points owed, the current remaining gene points are 62. ”

"Your manual is so bad that you won't give me a hundred points."

"The manual detects that your IQ balance is insufficient, does it do brain development?"

"Open, open......"

The wind was a bit strong, and the leaves on North Street were blown to the ground.

I'm actually quite satisfied with my own IQ, but I haven't said the word 'fart' yet.

I was forced by it.

A fiery sensation gradually rose from my lower abdomen and rushed down my spine and into my brain.

It was so brutal and tough.

The pain made me roll on the floor in pain.

Wait, why am I rolling? Do zombies hurt?

No, it still hurts.

"The brain development is complete, and the development cost is 1000!"

"The current number of points remaining is -938. Please prey as soon as possible. Estimated time of gene collapse, 10 minutes. ”

For a moment, I felt the only thing I could do in my head was clear.

"Damn, aren't you cheating on me? Can't quote before development? I covered my head as I got up.

I now know what a genetic collapse is.

To be honest, it has nothing to do with this brain development, because I'm already smart.

This point is completely wasted and wasted.

Wait, why is it that a skill is only 46 points, and it costs 1000 points for my so smart brain to develop it casually?

"Cut."

I don't know if it's my delusion, but I heard an uncut voice in my head.

In short, my clever brain told me that if I couldn't eat 10 ham sausages in 10 minutes.

I'm going to die.