Although Fang Dong's mouth is unforgiving, he is also quite generous, and the four backpacks are full of food, almost bursting out. He handed out the backpacks one by one, Song Muyuan took it, felt heavy, and suddenly smiled.

Ni Jianrong, who didn't know what to do, pouted and said, "Why is it so heavy?" It can't be fake, right? Then he opened the zipper of his backpack, and an oval-shaped can rolled to the ground, he picked it up and looked at it, and the words "special for the army" were printed on the can, and he immediately exclaimed: "This is military rations!" How can they have military rations. ”

"What's wrong? Don't? Fang Dong came out of the container, locked the door, and saw Ni Jianrong open the bag and rummage inside.

"Yes, yes, of course." Song Muyuan smiled, pulled Ni Jianrong aside, and said coldly: "What are you fussing about, you want to kill me?" Don't talk nonsense, or you'll be hungry at night. ”

Ni Jianrong and Song Muyuan have been together for a while, and they have some understanding and some fear of him. Each person carried two backpacks and walked to the front of the small building, Xu Haihai was coming out of the room, and Song Muyuan returned with a full load, in a good mood. He greeted warmly: "Sea water." ”

Xu Haihai nodded, expressed his response, and then said: "Don't run around if it's okay, I don't know how many zombies have entered the dock now, and it's not safe." ”

Song Muyuan sighed, Xu Haihai was still a little bit mustard in his heart, since it was difficult to let go for a while, he would do this first. is eager to have a good relationship, even if Xu Haihai doesn't say it himself, others will definitely have other ideas. Song Muyuan and Zhang Zhao thanked each other, and then returned to the container where they were hiding with Ni Jianrong.

Returning to the container where he was hiding, Song Muyuan looked back in the direction of the small building, feeling a little sad in his heart. The apocalyptic world, even if you were once your best friend, will inevitably change. If it weren't for Xu Haihai today, but other survivors, maybe the fate of his group would have come to an end. In the past world, many people couldn't help themselves, let alone now, in order to survive, they can't be their former selves. Xu Haihai is like this, and Song Muyuan is like this.

Ni Jianrong shouted and asked the person inside the container to open the door, and waited for about half a minute before Wu Xiwen opened the door slowly. When I saw the two of them carrying four bags full of things, their eyes lit up, and they stammered when they spoke: "You, did you really bring back to eat?" ”

"Of course, I don't see who's out there." Ni Jianrong said proudly, forgetting that he could get so much food because of Song Muyuan. He took out a can of luncheon meat and threw it to Wu Xiwen, who kissed the can with great excitement after receiving it, and said happily: "Ni Jianrong, you are too powerful." ”

As soon as they heard that there was food, several people in the container crowded to the door, and Ni Jianrong threw a can of canned food to everyone. Song Muyuan had a dark face and didn't say a word, if it weren't for everyone here, he would even have the heart to beat Ni Jianrong. Although these foods can be used to solve urgent needs, it is very difficult to find some useful supplies during the heavy snowfall. Even if you don't need to be hungry these days, these foods, which were originally intended to be distributed according to the amount, are difficult to control when Ni Jianrong does this.

He knows this group of guys, he doesn't have any planning at all, he eats desperately when he has food, and never thinks about the future. The same thing has happened many times, but each time it has not been learned. Before this, there was a female classmate in their team who had to eat fruit every day, even if it was the end of the day, she couldn't even eat, but she thought about fruit every day. Finally, one time, she and two male classmates sneaked out to get some apples, and by the time everyone saw them again, they had become wandering walking corpses.

After climbing back into the container, someone couldn't wait to take out a knife to open the can, and feasted on it, Song Muyuan was so anxious that he stared dryly, and was busy: "Don't open them all first, open three, and put the others first." ”

People who are already hungry and dizzy, with canned meat in their hands, are willing to put it down. Song Song hid the canned food in his arms, for fear that Song Muyuan would come forward to grab it, and shouted vigorously: "Don't, don't, we're all starving to death, one person is not enough, how can three be divided." ”

"yes, yes, let's eat one." Wu Xiwen's mouth was stuffed with meat, his two cheeks were bulging, and his speech was slurred.

Song Muyuan sighed, shook his head, and carried the four backpacks to the back of the container. He can't be rude, not to mention that he will suffer losses if he moves roughly, and it will arouse the hostility of everyone. He can't wait to give himself two slaps now, if he can be ruthless, he won't be so embarrassed.

After meeting Zhang Zhao and them, he gradually realized how small his ability was. In the previous period of time, all the zombies I encountered were encountered, and in addition to the corpses, I could barely cope with it. All the way to the dock, it can be regarded as a few escapes from death. But today, before he could react, he was restrained, and the other party made him dare not even have any other thoughts, and the suppression of that absolute strength made him breathless. He knew that he could not resist at that time, and he could only be slaughtered.

"That's a real gun." Song Muyuan looked at his rudimentary weapon and couldn't help but feel envious. If he hadn't met Xu Haihai at that time, he might have thought that the gun in their hands was just a model like Ni Jianrong. But Xu Haihai is here, he never lies.

There was a long-lost smile on everyone's faces, and for a while, Song Muyuan was not good at destroying everyone's interest. There was no shortage of food for the time being, and Tian Chen also happily ate some canned food and biscuits. This girl is not hungry, but her good family education since she was a child has led to her rare maintenance of a humble virtue even in the apocalyptic world.

Night fell, and there was no more blizzard tonight. The north wind was blowing outside the container, like a raging beast. They lacked warm clothes, and it was impossible for them to wear quilts like Zhang Zhao and them. Several girls huddled together, shivering from the cold. The boys each found a place and curled up half-asleep.

Song Muyuan couldn't sleep for a long time, and the watch that his father bought for his birthday didn't know where it fell during the escape, so at this point, he estimated that it was about three o'clock in the morning. The wind outside was irritating, and he tried to cover his ears, but his head was buzzing, and it didn't work at all.

This is the second night in the container, and the surviving humans of the apocalypse, like mice hiding cats, once the night is over, most of them will not go out unless they have to. The night, as if hiding many unfathomable secrets, constantly devours people's fears.

Song Muyuan got up quietly and tiptoed past the chant in the middle. Drinking fresh water was also depleted, and during the day, he collected some snow that he thought was clean, put it in a bottle and let it melt slowly. Snow water, whether clean or not, can at least save people's lives, and after precipitation, mixed with a hint of earthy smell, it is not too unpleasant to drink.

Song Muyuan gently pushed open the iron door, and there was a gap of about twenty centimeters, from which he could pee out. But just as he was about to untie his pants, a figure suddenly rushed over in the pale snow below. Out of curiosity, he did not close the door immediately, but held his breath and tried to capture the figure in the snow in the dark night.

Finally, after about two or three minutes, another figure appeared in his sight. This time, the shadow stopped five meters below the container, as if searching for something. Song Muyuan didn't dare to move, and the cold hairs on his whole body stood on end, because this thing underneath didn't look like a person. From his point of view, he could tell if it was humanoid or not, and that the thing was lying on the ground, not standing upright.

"Is it a dog?" Before he could confirm again, the shadow swooped away and disappeared around the corner of the container.

Song Muyuan cautiously closed the door, quickly analyzed and judged in his brain, and finally came to a conclusion that made him frightened. He suddenly remembered an anime from decades ago, which was also about apocalyptic zombies, and mutated zombies were mentioned in it.

He lay back in the resting place, put on his hat and covered his head, trying not to fantasize about the horrible creatures he hadn't seen with his own eyes. But in this night, in addition to the sound of the wind, there is also a strange roar and the sound of zombies restless.

When he woke up, several girls in the container were already sitting there chatting in a low voice, and he faintly heard Zhai Jiayi say that it was inconvenient. And Wu Xiwen is showing off that he can go down the rope alone, which is convenient next to him or something.

Jin Sixing and Song Song secretly hid aside, sending food to their mouths, thinking that other people had already enjoyed it before Song Muyuan woke up.

He sat up abruptly and snorted, startling the others. Jin Sixing said embarrassedly: "Mu Yuan, you are awake, do you want to ......?"

Song Mu ignored him, got up and opened the door of the container, slid down the rope, and was about to find some clean snow to wipe his face, but was attracted by something on the ground. In the snow beneath his feet, there was a mark about the size of a fist, black gelatinous. He sighed, twisted a little with his fingers, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. Suddenly, his expression froze, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly shoveled away the snow with his feet around him. Something similar was found in many places in the melting snow.

"This trace...... Isn't it the dark shadow left by last night? Song Muyuan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly knocked on the wall of the container. Wu Xiwen poked his head out of it and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" When he looked around, he was a little angry and said, "If you are so startled, you will be scared to death." ”

Song Muyuan glared at him and said, "You close the door, no matter what happens, don't open the door, I'll go out." ”

After speaking, he trotted up, regardless of Wu Xiwen's constant questioning.

(End of chapter)