Heaven and earth are clear, ink clouds are rolling, the thick smell of blood stimulates the most primitive longing in the heart, and endless killing is the eternal theme in the wasteland. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ruins of the ruins are a reminder of the glory of the past, such a place called a city a few years ago, now in ruins, a brilliant civilization in the unwilling struggle to turn into the world that is now withered.

The tattered strips of cloth were stained with dried blood, which had long since dried up, and made a sound in the wind, like the echo of the end times, and like the sigh of the devil.

Some black dots appeared in the sunken sky, and it flew from the sky, and the black dots slowly grew larger, revealing its true face, which was a long airship.

The airship slowly stopped in the air, and the huge cargo hold opened, throwing old containers out of it.

At this time, the survivors who are still struggling in the wasteland are swarming out of various hideouts and begin to secretly accumulate power, which is another life-and-death struggle.

Because the airship's container is filled with food, and of course the food may just be the garbage abandoned by the high-ranking people.

Maybe the food will slowly decrease with time, maybe tomorrow, there will be no more food, but there is still some ethereal hope in the end.

After all, tomorrow is a luxury for everyone struggling in the wasteland. Maybe the next moment, you'll be a zombie of the walking dead, or a ration for mutant beasts.

The dead are still at peace, and the surviving are still living.

A hint of brilliance appeared in Zimo's somewhat numb eyes, his childish face was already full of slaughter, his clumsy body was full of resistance and unwillingness, his lips were dry, he hadn't found food for three days, if there was no food, he would starve to death, his left hand unconsciously stroked the dog next to him.

The dog's eyes next to him show a humanized color, to be precise, this is no longer a pet dog, but like a majestic wolf, the coming of the end is not only human, but also animals.

"Here we are."

His body had been bent into a bow, and his eyes flashed dangerously, like a hungry wolf. The little body can live until the end of the world, and he has his own rules.

Years of survival experience have taught him that this is the easiest angle to accumulate strength, and at the same time, it is also the easiest to guard against other people's attacks.

Countless hidden survivors have begun to fight for food, which is not only food for the survivors, but also hope for survival. The zombies in the dark are chasing the flesh and blood of human beings, and they have been dispatched, and the battle between survivors and survivors, between zombies and humans, is not only a feast for humans, but also for zombies.

He aimed at a container in front of him on the left, this container can be said to be the smallest, and a rough estimate is not even enough for a person to eat for a day, so at this time, no one has paid attention to this container.

This is his goal, he knows very well the rules of survival in the last days, for him this small container is already the limit, otherwise, it will slow down and die in the mouths of those zombies or the hands of survivors. And a bigger container also means more and more powerful survivors to compete.

The dagger in his hand kept turning, and suddenly he moved, almost two steps, and jumped next to the container, but he could still see that his body was already a little unstable because he had no food. Such a skill, if in the past, unless he received special training, would never have been possible for a teenager.

But this is in the last days, this is in the wasteland, the wandering between life and death, which has already formed such instincts in his body.

Just when everything seemed to settle, other survivors noticed the container in Zimo's hand. A cruel-looking young man competed with him, between a strong man and a thin teenager, it was obviously a thin teenager who was easier to deal with.

Whenever it is, it is an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and cruel young people do not mind solving an ant with their hands.

The wooden stick in the young man's hand had already smashed into Zimo's head, and a bit of madness welled up on his face. Zimo didn't look at it, his body was as flexible as a snake, in an unbelievable arc, he dodged the attack of the young man, and the long-term hunger had made his eyes black, but he knew that he couldn't and didn't dare to stop.

"Black Pupil."

Zimo secretly snorted, and the mutant dog in the secret knocked away the young man, and the young man's body was unbalanced, and he didn't wait for him to turn over. He exhausted the last of his strength, and the dagger in his hand had already slashed through his neck, leaving only an unwilling corpse on the ground.

"Let's go."

Zimo was on the body of the black pupil, he knew that this corpse might change after a while, if it was usual, he might dispose of this corpse again, but now he obviously has no strength, and there is no time.

The black pupil dodged the zombies around him, as well as the chasing humans, Zimo waved the lime bullet he had already prepared, and one person and one dog disappeared.

A man and a dog walked to a dilapidated house and stopped, and he opened the container as if he were holding a treasure. Inside was a loaf of bread, and a few cans, and he took out a loaf of bread, which, though shriveled up, was undoubtedly the most precious thing to him.

Zimo couldn't help but swallow, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and tore off the bread in his hand to put it in his mouth.

Just as he took the next bite, his hand stopped in the air, his body shattered, and his black eyes bared his teeth. That's when he noticed a girl next to him.

The girl's face was very dirty, and she couldn't see her original skin color at all, but her eyes were unusually beautiful and pure, her eyes were radiant, and she was looking at the bread in Zimo's hand, and she couldn't move it anymore.

Zimo's dry voice sounded, and he said fiercely, "Go or die." ”

The girl pulled her face with her hand, outlining the prototype of her future stunning girl, and then in Zimo's stunned, she untied her clothes, her incomplete breasts exuded the fragrance of virginity, and the girl's pure big eyes flashed with pitiful distress.

Zimo understood what she meant, slept and changed a piece of bread, yes, this is the end of the world, this is the wasteland.

His throat moved, precocious in the wasteland, he didn't know all these things, but he still knew some.

The male hormones stimulated his body to react instinctively, and he couldn't help but walk up.

He looked at the girl's pure eyes again, but there was a faint disappointment in it, the last days polluted not only people, but also people's hearts. He hesitantly put down the dagger in his hand, sighed in his heart, endured great perseverance, put the girl's clothes back on, and seemed to make the biggest decision, giving the bread in his hand to the girl.

The girl seemed to be in disbelief, took Zimo's bread, divided it by two, and swallowed it, and the next moment someone would grab it from her. The girl looked at Zimo, as if she wanted to remember his appearance, and then ran away.

Zimo sat on the ground dejectedly, what's wrong with himself?

He shook his head, picked up a piece of the can and drank it, but before he could take a few sips, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

"He's got food." It was the girl's voice just now.

Zimo's heart sank to the bottom, and he saw a group of adults walking from his hut with sticks in hand.

His first reaction was not to run away, he knew very well that under the opponent's numerical advantage, he was not in a hurry at this time. He devoured the rest of the can, which he opened and mixed with sand.

Survive for a few years in the last days, even if you die, you won't be cheaper than others.