Chapter 8: A World of Terror
The wild carp in the creek are very large.
Perhaps without human fishing, these animals would have had a rare chance of survival.
When Song Xiaya cooked the carp, tore it off and tasted it, the woman's whole eyes narrowed, as if she was enjoying it greatly.
"There's no seasoning at all, it's really so delicious?"
Leng Hao was a little hesitant, the grill of this carp was built with a few branches, and there was mud on it, which was not very clean.
"Leng Hao, you are really strange, it seems that you have been living a life of fine clothes and food, and you don't eat the fireworks of the world."
Song Xiaya turned her head suddenly, her eyes full of questions.
Leng Hao was stunned for a moment.
He is just a little trick in Hengdian Film and Television City, and the most eaten on weekdays is the crew's box lunch, and the restaurant is just a spicy hot place in the rivers and lakes.
This life turned out to be fine clothes and food?
"The world has changed, for years. We can't go back to the old days and get used to it. β
Song Xiaya no longer uses years, months and days to calculate time, and she can't remember what year and month it is.
She only had a quartz watch, which she used to keep track of twenty-four hours.
Because, for a woman, every twenty-four hours in the future is the life she prepares.
"Shall we go on like this?"
Looking at the woman in front of him, Leng Hao was a little unacceptable.
"Eating a fish feels like a good meal, and if you are injured, you can be healed if you have a strap?"
Wielding the spear made of the Swiss Army knife in his hand, Leng Hao stood up with some anger: "And then this broken thing is a weapon?" β
"Are we still people there? Those who scream and transform themselves into beasts are our future? β
Looking at Leng Hao, who was emotional, Song Xiaya once again picked up a large piece of white fish meat and put it in her mouth.
"Leng Hao, you, sure enough, are not the same people as me."
The woman's expression became a little indifferent.
"The civilized life you are talking about can only be found in the gathering points established by the warlords."
"You think you can climb it on your own? Can you enjoy the same life as before the end of the world? β
The more the woman spoke, the more excited she became, and her chest rose and fell violently.
"I'm fine and doing well. I don't want to live the kind of life that is used as cannon fodder and as a doll! β
"I, I didn't mean that."
Leng Hao was a little dazed.
"Hehe, forget it, with a guy like you who hasn't suffered hardship, it's useless."
Song Xiaya gulped down the carp, obviously not wanting to leave anything for Leng Hao.
"Hey, leave me some, I caught it."
"Don't you hate the lack of spices? Master? β
"Don't go too far, I'll tell you, I'm going to eat with you in a hurry!"
"Haha, come on!"
Watching Leng Hao grabbing the carp regardless of his image, Song Xiaya smiled happily.
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"Where should we go now?"
Looking at the highway in front of him, where some weeds had grown, Leng Hao's eyes once again showed a trace of confusion.
He and Song Xiaya walked in the jungle for two days before they came to this strange road.
"Where to go? Find food, sleep, find medicine, and prepare for the future. This is life in the last days. β
Song Xiaya had already come to the side of a somewhat sci-fi car and began to rummage.
"Will this ensure that there is enough food? Can't we go find a supermarket, a warehouse or something? β
"Hehe, do you think that in this era, there will be supermarket supplies waiting for you to pick up?"
Song Xiaya turned her head: "Most of the supplies were taken away by those gathering bases. We're waste pickers, in fact, we're just rats picking up leftovers. β
"Smack!"
As she spoke, the woman smashed the car in front of her with some annoyance.
The car had already been searched, and there was nothing left but a tin shelf.
"Let's go to those gathering places to have a look, just the two of us are full and hungry, this is not a thing."
Leng Hao was a little helpless.
"Do you have any money? Bullets, mutant beast meat, or valuable industrial goods all count as money. β
Song Xiaya wiped her hair: "Without these, he would be the lowest slave soldier, working every day." Build walls and get out exploring. β
"And the best thing for a woman is to be in the skin and meat business, I don't want this kind of life."
"Damn, is this world really so dark?"
"Do you think it's still the same as before? You are so naΓ―ve. β
Song Xiaya smiled at Leng Hao.
The man in front of him always had some unrealistic ideas, but on the whole he was a good companion. It's a pity that one day they will go their separate ways.
"Then why don't those gathering places gather troops, go to open ammunition depots and other things, and then recover the whole of China?"
Leng Hao never understood this.
If you want to say it, there are people at the gathering point who have guns, and there are a lot of human resources and materials, and they can develop greatly.
"I only know that there was a big fight between the two gathering places in the past for an ammunition depot in Jiangcheng. At least tens of thousands of people died. I don't know about the situation in the field. β
"Gurgle, and in the end, the ammunition depot that was opened, most of the guns and ammunition were eaten by the Armida protozoa. They got nothing. β
The woman's ridicule made Leng Hao shake his head, sure enough, things were not as simple as imagined.
"Stomp!"
While the two were chatting, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance of the road.
Leng Hao raised his head, but saw a group of strange "humans" appear on the highway in the distance.
Their steps were a little stiff, and they walked straight and straight on the road, even if they hit some debris.
And what makes Leng Hao even more strange is that many of them even hugged those abandoned cars, and the whole person was lying on the car, which felt very strange.
"What are they doing?"
"Let's go! Those guys are zombies! β
At this time, Song Xiaya's face changed, grabbed a few pieces of glass that could be used, and ran towards the grass on the side of the road with Leng Hao.
"You mean those are parasites controlled by the Amida protozoa?"
Leng Hao kept turning his head to look at the "zombies" that appeared in the distance: "I feel that the action is quite slow, is this kind of thing really a threat?" β
"You know what? They can evolve by devouring oil and metal, and if they encounter the Armida Legion, as many as they do, they will die. β
Song Xiaya's face turned a little pale, and the woman grabbed her backpack and kept fleeing towards the depths of the jungle.
"This, this, what a world this Nima!"
There is a terrifying "zombie evolution" on the outside, and the human gathering point inside doesn't seem to be good.
Leng Hao really regrets it now, this Nima's is much more terrifying than the so-called blockbuster he imagined at the beginning.