On the streets, zombies are running rampant. m.

Through the glass window, beautiful long dresses are displayed in the clothing mall.

A dirty figure suddenly appeared outside the window, and he looked in with dull eyes.

"I've always had a dream to wear that beautiful dress. Just one day before the end of the world broke out, I had the money ready to buy it.

Even if my family is poor, all pedantic people look at me in strange eyes.

These superficial guys don't know how to appreciate the beauty of elegant art at all.

Of course, Ma Ma said that men don't care about these. ”

"Roar...... Roar, roar, roar. "A zombie with its face pressed against the car window, its eyes full of longing.

"Roar!" It slammed hard against the window, "Whoa! (Eyes drop)

"My body was a little stiff and it was hard to bend down. So..."

"I chose to fall straight down."

"Plop."

"Ahem." The zombie closed its eyes like light bulbs, then turned its head and walked tremblingly.

"This is my thirty-seventh day since I was incarcerated, and I ......"

"This kind of wandering that is feared by the people and idleness all day long. Staying up late will not cause sudden death, and fighting will not go to the juvenile detention center. And it feels so good that you don't have to eat a grain of rice. ”

"Of course, as a cultured, sensible. A noble zombie who is morally literate, and kind, benevolent, and elegant. I don't eat people, yes, I only scare people. ”

"For example?" (A voice comes from nowhere.) ）

"I remember one time when I saw a survivor running wildly. He hadn't eaten for three days. ”

"How do you know he hasn't eaten in three days?" (The mysterious voice again.) ）

"In order to write an academic paper called 'How Zombies Are Made', I followed him for three days and three nights."

"Study your sister, you just want to eat him when you step on a horse."

"There was a small impulse for a moment, but it was quickly controlled by my reason.

Then he was chased far away by a group of my companions. ”

"He turned back as he ran......"

On the street, a smudge-covered survivor is running like crazy.

"Roar!" Behind him came the endless roar of zombies.

"Ahh I don't want to die yet. I'm still young, I haven't married a daughter-in-law or started a family. ”

The survivors ran and screamed, and suddenly a hideous zombie appeared on the road ahead, blocking the way.

"Oh no, it's a dead deal!" The survivor looked ahead, and he had no way out.

The zombie suddenly raised his head, revealing a simple and honest look.

"Hey, hey!"

"What the hell is this like, leap earth?"

The survivor gritted his teeth and rushed over, and the zombie suddenly yelled: "Stupid, the zombie is coming, ...... quickly!" ”

"Isn't NTM just a zombie?"

"Bang!" (Kick over)

……

The zombie came back to its senses from the sad memories, and the corners of its eyes were a little moist with a hint of sadness.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering bang came from the next street.

The zombie dragged its body and slowly moved in that direction: "Roar!"

"According to the deduction of a noble zombie, there must be another survivor who has been attacked."

"As a man who combines chastity and discipline, I must save them. Let those fellow zombies not go further and further down the path of sin. ”

……

"Roar!"

Turning a corner, it stopped. There were obvious signs of an explosion in the middle of the street, and a charred zombie corpse on the charred ground.

The zombie dragged its stiff body and moved slowly in that direction: "Ahem......!" (Stops halfway through)

A strong hand was firmly on its shoulder.

"Hey, are you a zombie?" It is a vigorous and muddy voice.

It turned its head slowly, only to see a resolute-eyed man standing behind him.

"Ding!" (The sound of the grenade ring being pulled apart.) ）

"Hey, are you a zombie?" He seriously patted it on the shoulder again.

"I... I'm ...... I'm not ......," it shouted as it looked at the drawn grenade.

"Oh......" the man nodded

"Hold it, it's going to explode."

"Huh?" (Black Question Mark)

"Boom!"

The street was charred again, and the man shook off the blasted rocks.

"I'm Zou Su of the rock body, the worst zombie or something."

……

"Who am I? Where am I? The zombie suddenly opened its eyes, it slowly got up, and then looked around. Beneath him was a charred black.

"Roar!" It yelled habitually.

"Hey, are you a zombie?" A large, powerful hand grabbed its shoulder again.

It felt a chill behind it: "I... I'm not. ”

A pair of malicious eyes looked at it directly.

The man grabbed him by the shoulders and turned it around: "Look at you, your skin is so bad. He still limped when he walked. ”

It felt a cold sweat break out on its forehead, and the man reached into his coat pocket as if he was digging for something.

"I'm healthy, you see. I was a member of the school track and field team before I got infected. As he spoke, the zombie ran a few steps like a human trot.

"Before infection?" The man shouted, "You still say you're not a zombie?" ”

Cold sweat broke out on the zombie's forehead, and the stride under his feet couldn't help but speed up.

"Click." A crisp sound shattered the peace of time.

"Uh..."

"Why did you break this leg bone directly? You also say you're not a zombie. The man suddenly pulled out a grenade.

"I'm not a zombie, you listen to my quibbles." It struggled desperately, shaking the man's powerful elbow away.

"Ahh

"Boom!"

Zou Su shook off the dust on the ground, and then looked at the unconscious zombies on the ground.

"Zombies or something, the worst is bad."

...

"Who am I? Where am I? The zombie sat up and looked around.

"Why is there a ground of ash on the ground, have I hung up?" It turned around.

"Hey, are you a zombie?" A familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Huh?" It tilted its head slightly.

"How do I feel about this person, where have I seen him?"

The man suddenly pulled out a bolted grenade: "Here, this is for you?" ”

"Boom!"

...

"This is the kingdom of heaven, the zombies who received the lunch box came to add chicken legs."

"Hey, how did you die?" A zombie leaned over to look at it.

"Dedication to art."

"Wow, that's amazing." The other zombie's eyes widened in a fool's shape and he kept clapping the torn hand.

"If you clap your hands again, you're going to fall off." It asked with concern.

"But I've heard people say you're not like that."

"Whoever said that, I'll hack him to death."

"Oh, yes. What is the model of your eyeballs, bayonet or spiral. ”

“...”

"Spiral."