Wu Jinming is 65 years old this year, and his wife Fu Bo died of illness 10 years ago. He has only one son under his knees, but he has been working in other places for many years and rarely comes home. And his only grandson has always been taken care of by him. Because it is three generations of single transmission, he loves Wu Maomao very much, and usually almost treats him as an ancestor, and gives his beloved grandson any good things.

Although they are in the countryside, they are not remote, and their living conditions are naturally not bad. Wu Maomao's conditions are good among his peers, and in the past few years, he has been raised by Wu Jinming for nothing. Wu Maomao is the continuation of their family's bloodline, and in Wu Jinming's eyes, it is more expensive than gold.

Wu Jinming's house is the earliest cement house built in the village, with a total of three and a half floors. The first floor is mainly the kitchen and living room, the second and third floors are all bedrooms, and the house on the top floor was originally used to put some sundries. Wu Jinming lit a candle in his hand, came out of the kitchen with a basket, and then went up the dark staircase to the top floor.

He stood outside the door, smoked a cigarette, sighed, and pushed the door in. This utility room is messy and has a disgusting smell. At some point, a cobweb formed in the corner of the wall. Wu Jinming put the candle on the table and took something out of the basket.

In the corner of the room, there were a few dirty and broken quilts, and there were some black marks on the quilts, which were left by some unknown liquid after solidification.

Wu Jinming trembled his hands and gently pulled the corners of those quilts.

"Whew!"

A figure suddenly burst out of the quilt, Wu Jinming screamed, fell to the ground, and the things in his hand also fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked up the thing from the ground and handed it over, "Oh good grandson, you scared grandpa to death." Here, this is your favorite food, Mao Mao, eat quickly. ”

By the candlelight, you can see that he is holding half a bloody pork liver in his hand and passing it forward. Originally, Wu Maomao was a little fat man, but at the moment, he was only skinny and bone-like, and the festering minced flesh hung all over his body, and even half of his head was gone. Wu Maomao, who was corpsed, didn't know what the reason was, unlike other zombies, the skin and muscles on his body already looked like they were about to melt away, and the whole person was like a candle on the table, white and miserable, painted.

Wu Maomao roared a few times, and rushed forward with teeth and claws, but he was bound with iron chains, confined him to a certain area. He first stared at Wu Jinming, then snatched the pork liver from his hand, sniffed it, and finally angrily threw the pork liver on the ground and rushed forward frantically.

In those empty eyes, although there were no eyeballs, now it looked like it made people feel an inexplicable sense of fear. It seemed that the most vicious and evil things in the world were radiating from his eyes.

"Maomao, Maomao, you can eat something, it's grandpa who didn't take good care of you, you haven't eaten for a few days." Seeing Wu Maomao losing weight day by day, Wu Jinming's heart ached, and if he continued like this, his beloved grandson would melt away.

He picked up the sloppy pork liver on the ground, tears and snot flowed, he wanted to hug his grandson, but he didn't dare to do it, because he knew very well in his heart what Wu Maomao was now. He tried to feed the pork liver to Wu Maomao, but he was thrown on the ground again and again, and in the end he really couldn't pick it up again.

Wu Jinming was desperate for a while, and sat on the ground in pain. He's leaving here tomorrow, and he's leaving his beloved eldest grandson. Although I can't take him with me, I can't watch him turn into a puddle of water in front of my eyes.

He tried his best, but Wu Maomao's state was not as good as day by day, and until now, he could hardly see a person's appearance. The more I watched it, the more distressed I became, Wu Jinming almost fainted from crying, but Wu Maomao still opened his teeth and claws.

Crying and crying, Wu Jinming suddenly stopped, and in the haze, he seemed to hear someone knocking on the door downstairs.

"Village chief, village chief, are you there?"

"Is it Wu Chengcheng?" Wu Jinming was shocked, and then a strange expression appeared on his face: "Wu Chengcheng, Mao Mao, did you hear that?" It's your good friend Wu Chengcheng...... Hehe, he's coming for you, can I bring it and play with you? ”

How could Wu Maomao, who had become a zombie, understand, but instinctively scratched in the air. Wu Jinming wiped his tears, he was completely different from the old man who was in pain and helpless before, he comforted Wu Maomao, and went downstairs to himself: "No wonder you have no appetite recently, it seems that what I fed is wrong, yes, it must be that you don't like to eat." ”

The night was very dark, and Wu Chengcheng stood at the door of the village chief's house, always feeling cold on his back. After chatting with Zhang Zhao not long ago, he felt that Wu Maomao must be at home, but he didn't know why the village chief kept not letting him look for him? Wu Chengcheng couldn't figure out why, now his parents were dead, and after becoming that kind of monster, he was beaten to death by other people in the village. Wu Chengcheng was sad for a long time, he knew that his parents were no longer his parents at that time, they were zombies. But every time he thinks about it, he feels that his nose is sour, what kind of feeling is this.

He wanted to cry, but he had already cried enough. He just didn't know what to do now, so he wanted to find his good friend Wu Maomao.

With a click, the door opened. Wu Jinming, the village chief, appeared at the door, and there was still a trace of blood left when he took the pork liver just now, he subconsciously put his hand behind his back and touched it, and then smiled: "It's Chengcheng, are you here to find Maomao?" Come on in."

Why is the village chief so enthusiastic today? Usually when he sees himself, he has a disgusted expression, and often asks Wu Maomao not to mix with him, so as not to be damaged.

It was not the first time he had come to the village chief's house, although his current living conditions were not as good as before, but Wu Chengcheng always felt a little strange. Whether it was the strange smell that filled the house, or the attitude shown by the village chief.

"Village Chief, where is Maomao? Is he at home? Wu Chengcheng asked.

A gloomy look flashed on Wu Jinming's face, and he enthusiastically put his hand on Wu Chengcheng's shoulder, "Yes, yes, he's upstairs, I'll take you to him." ”

"Village chief, where is Maomao?" Seeing that Wu Jinming did not stop on the second and third floors, but took himself to the roof compartment, Wu Chengcheng felt more and more that something was wrong. He took a step back, as usual, if he came to the village chief's house, the active Wu Maomao would definitely come out, but so far, he had not heard any sound from Wu Maomao.

In order not to make Wu Chengcheng suspicious, Wu Jinming pretended to smile and said: "Mao Mao is inside, he is sick, and now it is so chaotic outside, he said that it is safer to live on the roof." Seeing that Wu Chengcheng was about to be deceived into the house by himself, if he ran away at this time, it would be a failure.

After all, Wu Chengcheng was just a child, and he was removed from his guard by Wu Jinming in a few words, he never imagined that the village chief, who was usually dedicated to the village, would lie to him. When the attic door was opened, there was an indescribable stench in the room, and the dim candlelight flickered.

There was no bed in the house, just messy farm tools and black old quilts, Wu Chengcheng expressed doubts: "Village chief, where is Maomao?" ”

He didn't know that Wu Jinming, who was behind him, had already changed his face, pushed him into the room fiercely, and closed the door with a bang. No matter how Wu Chengcheng in the house cried for help, Wu Jinming stubbornly resisted the door: "Don't scream, Maomao is there, stinky boy, don't you want to find our Maomao?" ”

Wu Chengcheng banged on the door hard, and then turned into crying and shouting: "Ah, the village chief let me out, help!" Ah, Maomao, ah, who are you. Wu Maomao, who had become a zombie, jumped out of the quilt not long after Wu Chengcheng was pushed into the house, and pounced on Wu Chengcheng with his teeth and claws.

Zombie Wu Chengcheng has also seen it, but it is the first time he has seen such a disgusting and terrifying zombie as in front of him. As soon as the zombie jumped out, he was almost not frightened, and this zombie whose skin was melting all over his body was only half a step away from him because of something tied to his body. Wu Chengcheng was forced to the corner of the door, not daring to take a second look, and wailed in his mouth.

"Maomao, good grandson, I brought your good friend, you can eat him quickly."

"Good grandson, hehe, you'll be fine if you eat him." Wu Jinming laughed while talking to himself, and after waiting for a while, he couldn't hear any movement in the house. Could it be that Wu Chengcheng has already been eaten? He opened the door with confusion, and as soon as it was halfway open, a figure sprang out of the room and slammed into his arms.

This collision made Wu Jinming take a few steps backwards, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the candle in his hand fell to the ground and went out. Then by the candlelight in the house, he saw Wu Maomao, who was originally tied, standing at the door looking crazy. There was still a slimy thing in his arms, and it looked like his arm was also broken and bleeding.

"Maomao, what are you doing!" Wu Jinming was annoyed and angry, and he knew the consequences of being injured by zombies. There was a wound about two or three centimeters long on the palm of his hand that was bleeding outward, and under this impact, I don't know how to break a wound.

Wu Maomao is a zombie and has completely lost consciousness, not to mention his grandfather now, even if his parents are standing in front of him, he will not hesitate to pounce.

The downstairs door was kicked open, and then there was a sound on the stairs, and before Wu Jinming could react, Zhang Zhao and his group ran up with flashlights.

"Old man Wu, you are really raising zombies." Guo Rong used a war knife to cut off Wu Maomao's head that was blocked at the door. The black and white liquid was spilled all over the ground.

"What are you doing!" Seeing Wu Maomao beheaded, Wu Jinming rushed towards Guo Rong like crazy with red eyes, but he didn't want to be punched in the head, and he almost didn't faint directly.

Zhang Zhao's group was almost all there, and when they saw the miserable situation in the house, they couldn't help frowning. Lu Yang simply rushed outside and vomited, this scene was too bloody.

On the filthy quilt lay a man, his limbs intact, except for the torn belly, scattered internal organs, and a deformed spine. If it's an ordinary person, or an ordinary zombie, I've seen it worse than this. But now lying on the ground, the person who can almost see his eyes moving is Wu Chengcheng, who was still active in front of everyone an hour ago.

Wu Maomao, who turned into a zombie, didn't eat him much. Even though zombies are always hungry, it is impossible to eat a whole person. It's more of a perverted move, biting the belly, pulling out the guts, and taking a bite. Judging from the signs in the house, Wu Chengcheng wanted to climb to the window at that time, but he didn't expect the successive struggles to loosen the rope on Wu Maomao's body. He grabbed Wu Chengcheng and pulled him to the ground. Under extreme fear, without any weapon in his hand, how could a teenager be the opponent of this perverted zombie?

"He was bitten." Donna held the gun and looked at Wu Jinming coldly.

"You killed Mao Mao, you executioners, you killed Mao Mao!" Wu Jinming roared at them. Now he longed to kill all these outsiders in front of him, separated the body of his beloved grandson, and died without even making a sound, completely dead. Wu Jinming felt that the whole world had collapsed, and looked at them disheartenedly, not caring about the scars on his hands.

"What a beast you have!" An iron basin flew and smashed it on Wu Jinming's head, and then a mop flew over: "Are you so weak?" Look at what you're doing by people, ah! ”