"Are you alright?" Chen Bin asked him, "Is it a freshly injured hand?" ”

As soon as his words fell, there was a gunshot next to him, and it was Da Fei who shot the zombie who caught up with him in the head.

Yu Zuya nodded, he didn't know what the wound on the back of his hand meant.

"You're the only one left here?" Qiao Xingyu asked Yu Zuya.

Yu Zuya opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat, so he had to nod again.

The corners of Yu Zuya's eyes were bloodshot, and the skin on his lips turned up because of chapped dryness. A piece of dirty cotton wool was draped over the body, and a lot of the cotton inside was torn out.

His palms are all black and gray, and his body has a sour smell because he has not been cleaned for a long time, this appearance is no different from a scavenger before the disaster, but everyone is a person who has experienced the disaster, and knows the hardships and difficulties of surviving under the apocalypse.

No one was prejudiced against him because of his appearance, but the wound on the back of Yu Zuya's hand looked very dazzling in everyone's eyes, Chen Bin and they all knew what that wound meant, but no one was willing to tell a hopeful survivor about the situation.

"Drink some water," Chen Bin took out a bottle of unboiled water from his backpack and handed it to Yu Zuya's hand, and took out a pack of biscuits for him.

The air was very dry in winter, Yu Zuya was already a little thirsty, before he only took a handful of water from the water tank on the roof of the building to moisten his throat, at that time there was not much water in the tank, when it was not raining, he did not dare to drink more water.

Yu Zuya nodded gratefully, he took the water and poured it into his stomach desperately, and then ripped open the package of the biscuit fiercely and chewed it in a big gulp.

"Do you smoke, brother?" Wei Qiming took out his cigarette and motioned to him.

Yu Zuya can't remember the last time he smoked, he was originally a person who was addicted to smoking, but after encountering this disaster, he lost the conditions for smoking, for him, he was thankful not to be starved to death, how dare he expect to smoke.

Yu Zuya took another sip while chewing on the biscuits, and when he heard Wei Qiming ask him if he smoked, the man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded busily.

Wei Qiming took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it over, and took out one himself and put it to his mouth, "Have you been hiding upstairs all along?" ”

Yu Zuya swallowed the biscuit crumbs and water, and he saw Wei Qiming take out a lighter to help him light a cigarette, so he leaned his head over, "Only upstairs can hide." ”

Yu Zuya's voice was hoarse, sounding like a dying old man who had used all his strength to squeeze out of his throat when he was dying.

Wei Qiming helped him light the cigarette, and then lit the cigarette in his mouth, he took a puff and looked at the roof of Yu Zuya's house, "What are you eating when you hide upstairs?" ”

"Eat everything, millet and leaves," Yu Zuya coughed twice, spewing out the smoke that had just turned around in his lungs from his nose, with a very happy expression on his face, he had been separated from the fragrance of this tobacco for several months, and now he smelled these familiar smells again, and his heart was a little comfortable, "I have also ripped off the cotton wool on my body and chewed it." ”

"It's not easy to live," Wei Qiming glanced at the cotton wool on his body, and saw that the cotton in several places on it had been torn out, he nodded and said, "Is there enough to eat?" If it's not enough, I still have it here. ”

"Thank you, brother," Yu Zuya's throat was much refreshed after being moistened by the clear water, and his speech became a little sharper than before, "Can you take me out of here?" ”

Yu Zuya's question made Chen Bin a little silent, he knew that the man in front of him still didn't know that his fate had changed because of the injury he had just suffered, and now in the face of Yu Zuya's inquiry, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"We're getting out of here," Chen Bin said after a moment's hesitation.

Yu Zuya didn't know that the "we" in his words didn't actually include himself, and he was still subconsciously looking forward to leaving with these people, "When will we leave?" ”

"Soon," Wei Qiming said and looked at Chen Bin and them.

"Take a break here, wait and go," Mr. Chen said, beckoning everyone to sit down and begin to replenish some food and water.

Wei Qiming handed Yu Zuya another pack of biscuits, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of pity. The man in front of him was originally hovering on the verge of death, but unfortunately everyone still couldn't help him escape the pursuit of death.

Everyone knows what kind of result Yu Zuya will have next, but no one has to explain it, because looking at the face of the man in front of him still with the joy of escaping, all those who know the truth have an indescribable sadness in their hearts.

If you can't save this person, let him finish this last journey after he has eaten and drunk enough. Everyone else present stayed with such thoughts, waiting for the curtain call of Yu Zuya's life.

Only Yu Zuya himself didn't know that the back of his hand was only a skin injury, although the flesh was cut, but it didn't hurt the bones. This kind of injury was often encountered when he was working in the past, Yu Zuya didn't take the wound on the back of his hand to heart, he just wiped the blood that came out on the cotton wool, and then began to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog again.

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Yu Zuya squinted his eyes, and he said to Wei Qiming, "This cigarette is so strong. ”

Yu Zuya's head was a little dizzy, he thought it was because of his weak body, Wei Qiming handed him another cigarette, Yu Zuya took it in his hand without thinking about it, and lit the cigarette with Wei Qiming's fire.

Everyone sat there resting, talking without a pair, and it didn't take long for Yu Zuya to suddenly close his eyes, and the person tilted to the ground next to him.

Chen Bin glanced at him, stood up and patted the ash on his pants, "Let's go, Xiao Sheng is still waiting for us on the boat." ”

Before the others left, they all glanced at Yu Zuya on the ground, and everyone's hearts were a little sad, today it was rare to meet a survivor here, but after many efforts, he still could not escape the doom of death.

Sometimes fate is like this, it seems to have played a joke with Yu Zuya, so that this person who was originally silently waiting for death can see the hope of living, and let him die with hope.

Yu Zuya's face was still sallow, he fell to the ground as if he was asleep, the people who had been sitting around him had already boarded the boat and left, and the forest was quiet again.

Not long after, when the wind blew through the forest and the leaves began to rustle again, the man who had fallen to the ground suddenly moved.

The body covered in cotton wool slowly crawled up, and the wound on the back of the man's hand had formed a black scab, and it was facing the woods, and the gray and white eyes in its sockets stared blankly ahead.

It was the only one left in the village, and as before, it was the last lonely one here.