Ale?

What the hell is not responding?

Even if the zombie's head is cut off, it can live for a long time.

I poked that head with the barrel of an AK.

Except for the maggots on it, there was no movement.

It seems that this thing is not a zombie.

Maybe it's food waste left over from the past.

Finally until I open all the freezers.

No zombies were found.

I scratched my head in confusion.

Then I reacted, I felt like I was being played.

I came all the way to eat a gun?

There was nowhere to vent the anger in my heart, and I couldn't help but let out a terrifying roar.

"Oops! You're so bad, so bad! It's a lie! ”

Because my roar was so terrifying, the people on the side were scared away.

It swooped out of the morgue.

"Alas, what are you running, I'm not yelling at you."

I was afraid that something would happen to it, so I chased it out.

However, as soon as I reached the top of the stairs, I bent down to grab it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a pair of tourist shoes running down the stairs.

"Damn, the hospital is haunted!"

In order to protect it, I quickly lifted it up and blocked it in front of me.

"Don't eat me, my meat is not delicious, eat it."

It scared me so much that I was shivering.

"Help, there's a zombie dog and a zombie chasing me."

Suddenly, the voice calling for help sounded in my head again.

"Huh? Friend, are you kidding me? ”

I was scared, but suddenly I was amused.

The dignified zombie leader, can you still be afraid of a dead dog and a dead ghost?

Wait, I looked at the one I was holding.

I've been all over Zhende Town, and I've never seen a second zombie dog.

"You don't wear red and white travel shoes, do you?"

"You're not the zombie with the dog, are you?"

Groove ......

There's never a zombie that says to another zombie, "Hey, hello, zombie."

It's like no one says to another person, "Hey, hello, human."

Therefore, this person who asked me for help must not be a zombie.

Presumably, the other party was hiding under the stairs just now, and no one noticed anyone in the dark.

"Come on, come on, you come down, I promise not to eat you."

"I don't believe it."

"Really, I'm full, and I'll never eat you."

"I don't. Unless you swear. ”

"Good, good. I swear, if I bite you, I'll never eat meat again in my life. ”

After some negotiation with the other party through the 'corpse sound into the brain', the travel shoes entered my field of vision again.

As the other party slowly walked down the stairs, what caught my eye was actually a female human juvenile who had just been used as a shield by me.

The other party saw me holding up a zombie bichon terrier.

She actually laughed.

I slowly put it down, "Sit down, this person is not allowed to eat, I just swore an oath, a poisonous oath." ”

"Wang!" It screamed in agreement.

"I didn't expect it to be you."

I was a little embarrassed, after all, I used her as a shield before.

"You're really a zombie, huh?"

She stood on the stairs with her hands on her chest and her feet one behind the other, looking like she was ready to run away at any moment.

The scene was a little awkward.

As far as I know, this is the first time that zombies have officially communicated with humans.

This kind of scene can be written in the annals of history.

The person concerned is a zombie less than three years old, and there is a female human juvenile.

"Are you really not going to eat me?"

She still had a fear of me.

After all, I tore two adult humans apart in front of her.

"No, I said, I'm full, why do you 'hear the corpse in your head' and ask the zombie for help?"

"I, I was just scared, the regulators said I was a failure, and they wanted to destroy me, so I fled here, and they found out in the end."

After that, we talked for a long time through the exchange of consciousness.

According to her, her name is number 9879-497, one year old.

Of course, I also complained about how it is possible for a human being to grow so big at a year old and look at least fifteen or sixteen years old.

She shook her head and told me.

She is not a purebred human.

It is a prop cultivated by human genetic engineering.

A product developed to enslave zombies.

A humanoid monster that fuses the genes of zombies and humans, and is born in a test tube.

Just today, she was taken to the town of Zhende for an experiment to gather zombies.

But it failed.

The two overseers, the two who made my gene points, decided to take her back to the researchers for debugging.

According to her, the debugging process was painful, so she ran away.

During the escape, she took refuge in the central hospital.

And in fear, he unconsciously used the 'corpse sound into the brain' to send out a distress message.

Until I, a wise zombie, stupidly ran to save her.

Haha, it's ridiculous, there is no human shell.

In the end, he was saved by zombies.

"Okay, since both of those two people have been eaten by me, you can go wherever you want now."

"But ......"

"Are you still waiting for me to eat you?"

I don't want to think about it too much.

I'm not a philosopher, I'm not a philanthropist.

After finishing the 'corpse in the brain' conversation, I walked past her with Jian Jian and walked straight out of the hospital gate.

This morning was not in vain, but I managed to get some gene points and a hot weapon.

Anyway, I got up and went to the park with me.

It is said to be a park, but in fact, after 10 years of abandonment, it has become a wild forest.

I came here to practice my marksmanship and try to shoot a few birds to eat at home.

Of course, the more meat, the better.

But I was dumbfounded after just one shot.

Not only did I miss anything, but I was so shocked that all the flat-haired beasts flew away.

Not even a single bird feather was left for me.

Today's hunt was a failure.

There are many reasons for the failure, such as this AK is too old.

For example, the wind in the park is too strong.

Another example is that the stupid dog ran too slowly.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with my marksmanship.

After summing up the experience, I chose to go home.

Anyway, there are still most of the mutant pythons in the house, and they don't worry about going hungry.

Just don't wait for me to step foot in the house.

From afar, I found that my well-ventilated nest under the bridge had been occupied.

The scene was a mess, and there were even traces of fire.

There was still a man lying on my favorite broken couch.

It's the number %......&¥, what's that?

Anyway, it's the female human juvenile.

Not only was she lying on my couch with Erlang's legs crossed, but she was also holding steaming snake meat in her hands!

"The little cub is very fat!"

I scolded her with a 'corpse sound' as I snatched the snake meat.

"Didn't you say it, I can go wherever I want."

"Damn, you're still reasonable, aren't you?"

If I hadn't sworn it, I'd love to pounce right now.

Hold down her body hard.

Then hold her hands.

Tear her shirt open again.

Finally, hey, hey, hey.

Eat her, of course, literally.

I'm about to be blown up, and I can't break my oath.

After all, the poisonous oath of not being able to eat meat for a lifetime is tantamount to suicide for zombies.

Then he viciously bit the snake meat in his hand.

Ahh

What does it smell like?

Not only did she cook the snake meat, but she also scorched it.