Eat, eat?

Where am I going to find food?

That ham sausage is my ration for the day.

For a moment, I was in a hurry.

Today, ten years after the outbreak of Resident Evil, not to mention that humans have nothing to eat.

It's those wild dogs.

I couldn't find a hot Xiang.

Not to mention us carnivorous creatures.

After thinking about it, I set my eyes on the ginkgo trees planted on both sides of North Street.

Soil underneath.

Or?

Eat some dirt to see?

Phew, I'm a noble, wise zombie.

How can you learn from stupid humans to eat dirt?

Ale, the yellow leaves are quite beautiful.

Before I became wise, I had never paid attention to this beautiful scenery.

What is this?

Layers of overlapping fan-shaped blades.

There was a lot of fruit lying quietly.

The orange is red in it.

A faint fragrance fills the air.

It's just a delicate little goblin.

As if to me.

Little handsome guy, come and eat.

It's really the road to no end in the world.

"Hey, hey, I'm coming."

I quickly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my mouth.

Just one bite and I was conquered by them.

"Phew, what the hell, it's so unpalatable."

An indescribable spicy mouth.

"The manual kindly reminds that there are still 7 minutes before the gene collapses."

The voice of "Zombie Survival Manual" sounded out of place in my head.

Just when I was gradually falling into a desperate situation.

A dog barked from the depths of the small alley on the side.

"Meat!"

It's really what to say.

As an ordinary zombie, if you talk to other zombies.

"YOHO, DEAD GHOST, I WANT TO EAT WILD DOGS."

The other person must have cracked the corners of his mouth upward, and then rolled his eyes.

"Nong's brains are wrecked, dead ghost."

So reply to you.

They will even taunt you, "Eat the fart, dead ghost." ”

Because everyone knows that wild dogs run faster than zombies.

But who am I?

I'm Bu Shiren with Wind Corpse Leg skills.

The amount of meat of a wild dog is worth ten sausages.

While thinking, he quickly ran towards the small alley.

Meat, I want to eat meat!

However, things are not as simple as I thought.

A giant python, now in the depths of the alley, tightly wrapped around a Bichon Frise.

As if spotting my form, the python continued to tighten its own body, trying to entangle the Bichon Frise.

He turned his head around and spat out a snake letter at me.

", Master Snake, do you eat slowly? Shall I take my leave first? ”

I hurriedly stared intently into its eyes and quietly stepped back.

When there was a loud bang, it startled me.

I actually kicked an iron bar.

There was still dark brown blood on it, and at one end there was a faint white hand bone clutching it.

It seems that its original owner was unwilling to lay down this weapon until he died.

This is?

Humans who want to live?

Anyway, why should I be afraid of pythons?

I'm not human, and I'm about to die.

Maybe it's all wisdom that teaches me to be afraid.

But in the end, the fear of death triumphed over the fear brought by the python.

I crept down and picked up the iron rod.

Then he hid in the shadows of the alley.

The python looked around for a moment, saw me leave its territory, and began to swallow the Bichon Frise intently.

How could I give up this meat skewer that was so close at hand?

Just as it swallowed the dog's body into its mouth.

I rushed out.

At this point, there were still five minutes before my genes collapsed.

Hit the snake and hit the seven inches.

I raised the rod and struck it directly near its heart.

The python writhed wildly in pain, and then slammed into my head.

However, the Bichon Frise, which it had just swallowed, completely blocked its throat.

The dog's ass was still exposed, and it hit me straight on the nose.

Fortunately, the zombies didn't feel much pain, and seeing that the other party couldn't attack me for the time being.

I quickly bared my fangs.

Holding the bulging head of the snake is a mess.

After a while, the python, which was five or six meters long, stopped moving because its brain was crushed by me.

I don't know if it's the long hair of the Bichon Frise that makes me feel like I can't swallow it.

I didn't eat it.

After digging it out of the python's throat, I quickly picked up the python's corpse and bit it.

Since I don't know the specific algorithm for obtaining this gene point.

I was stunned to eat myself.

In the last days, it is a very happy thing to be able to eat.

Whether it's for humans, or zombies.

I touched my belly, and there was still most of the python's body left on the ground.

The voice of the manual finally sounded in my head.

"Genetic testing, mutant python, a total of 2,000 supplementary gene points.

After making up the outstanding 938 points, the current remaining gene points are 1062 points. ”

"Whew." I let out a long sigh.

I don't know if it's because I'm overwhelmed, or because I finally don't have to die.

At this time, I noticed that the Bichon Frise on the side was still slightly undulating.

"Whew." It let out a soft cry from its blood-dripping mouth.

This is the first time I've seen a pet dog so close since I became a zombie.

The original off-white fur was stained with the saliva and blood of the python.

It looks so dirty.

In recent years, pet dogs have basically disappeared.

Because they lack the skills to survive on their own, they don't live long.

I involuntarily leaned down and looked into its eyes.

"Are you crying?"

I followed the example of a human and touched its head.

"It's a wonderful world."

I said to myself.

"The python ate you, I ate the python, and I don't know one day, I'll be eaten by something else, or I'll be shot in the head by some human, and rot in the streets, just like you."

The puppy, with his mouth slightly open, stretched out his tongue and licked my hand with his last strength.

I froze.

What is it doing?

Is dying still comforting a sentimental zombie?

Theoretically, zombies are emotionless.

But what is the wetness in the corners of my eyes?

I opened my mouth gently.

With the gentlest force, he bit down on its neck.

"The spores have been successfully propagated, and the gene points are 10 points, and the current gene points are 1072 points."

I'm not the first zombie in the history of zombies to infect dogs.

But it was the first, purposeful, to infect the dog's zombies.

"You're so stupid, you've been eaten by a python, or I'll call you a boas."

I stared at the Bichon Frise following at my feet, oh no, it should be called a Zombie Bichon Frise now.

I thought about it for a long time.

Ended up giving it a silly name.

After making sure that there were no humans around, I finally returned home with peace of mind.

In a gloomy bridge hole.

Most of the pythons I brought back were enough for me to eat for several days.

The convenience of wisdom is to be able to bring back food.

"Sit down."

My new friend, I played a game.

It actually sat down.

"Don't move."

I tore off a small piece of snake meat from the python's half-cut body and put it on its nose.

It looked at me with a cunning little look, and as soon as I let go, it raised its nose and opened its mouth to eat the snake meat into its stomach.

"Ah, you dog, why are you so disobedient."

I gently tapped its little head.