Chapter 3: Angels on Earth

Claude gently checked the little girl's condition, as if it was not a fever, her heartbeat was weak, but not very fast, her lips were very dry, and her face was pale, perhaps due to weakness caused by hunger and thirst, and coma due to nervousness and low blood sugar.

Claude thought about it, he put the little girl in the safe again, and felt that it was not safe, so he moved a small cabinet on the side, so that with the IQ of the zombies outside, it is estimated that they will not be able to go here.

Expose a five-centimeter gap in the safe so that the little girl can breathe, Claude double-checked, turned and walked out of the house, on this street, there was a pharmacy.

Pushing open the glass door of the jewelry store, and then pushing the zombies wandering around the door hard, until he confirmed that they had lost interest and walked away, Claude quickly ran in the direction of the drugstore.

Constantly shuttling through the slow-moving zombie horde, Claude's actions caused the zombies to be dissatisfied, and it seemed that neither humans nor zombies liked such unruly guys.

Roar! After a roar of dissatisfaction, the zombies didn't make any next move, still walking slowly and stiffly along the street towards the distance.

Claude finally made it to the door of the drugstore, but it was clear that there had been a lot of turmoil in the past. The glass of the counter was smashed open a large hole, and most of the prescription drugs in it had been taken, and the counter on the side was crooked, and all kinds of medicines were scattered everywhere.

It seems that the guy who came to find the medicine is also an expert, knowing that only the glass counter has antibiotics needed in case of emergency, and this kind of strictly controlled medicine usually needs to be registered with an ID card, apparently the panicked guy did not follow the rules.

Under the shelves, sure enough, there are still a few zombies struggling, these poor guys, it is estimated that they are human beings who were crushed under the shelves in the riot, looking at the old man who was gnawed more than half of his body, he can probably guess what happened at that time.

Claude had come here in search of glucose, preferably injections, but apparently he was disappointed, there was only liquid and glucose powder here.

Click, the sound of glass being trampled, Claude turned his head to look, a middle-aged man in a white coat was crooked his neck, step by step walking this way, he still held a prescription book in his hand, thick glasses had long been broken, and now they were crooked on his face.

Claude watched the middle-aged doctor come over, he couldn't look at it, and reached out to help him straighten his glasses, but the latter didn't feel it at all, and still walked slowly and slowly.

Sighing, Claude took two small boxes of glucose oral liquid, took a packet of throat lozenges from the counter at the door, and dug into his pocket, only then did he remember that he had changed his clothes and had no money with him.

Looking at the cashier, who had fallen to the ground and turned to bones, Claude felt as if he didn't have to pay the bill.

After a little circle, he went back to the department store again, took two bottles of water and a small packet of chocolate cake, looked at it again, and found a lollipop, which he thought should be very popular with children.

Crossing the road again, pushing away a few zombies circling around the jewelry store, some of them were uneasy, turned around and pushed them away, and opened their mouths towards them, but from their mouths came an inhuman roar.

Roar! The roar seemed to have an effect, and the zombies immediately lowered their heads and walked away. Claude felt that this voice was not enough to express the meaning that this was his territory, so he yelled loudly a few more times, and only turned back in satisfaction when a clearing was cleared nearby, opened the glass door and walked in.

Well, no other zombies came in, and it seemed that Claude's arrangement played a role, and he once again removed the cabinet that was blocking the road, squatted down and picked up the little girl.

Holding it in his arms, Claude opened the glucose oral solution and looked at the little girl, but he didn't know how to feed it to her mouth.

The oral liquid was opened, and there was a straw in the glass bottle, and the straw was placed in the little girl's mouth, but the unconscious little girl did not mean to suck.

Smacked his mouth, and Claude wanted to use this voice to remind her, but it still didn't work. Claude got up again, paced back and forth a few steps, and came up with an idea.

Hiding the little girl again, Claude walked to the department store, where he remembered seeing a baby bottle.

I took the bottle back, poured the glucose oral liquid into it one by one, shook it and felt that it was a little little, so I added a little water, and it was like feeding a baby, and it reached the little girl's mouth.

The bottle was a little soft, and Claude gently squeezed the sweet water out, wiped it on her chapped lips, and gently opened her mouth to put the pacifier in.

Perhaps feeling the sweet taste, the little girl subconsciously began to smash her lips this time. Claude was overjoyed, gently pinched the bottle, and fed the little girl little by little, for fear that if he squeezed too much at a time, he would choke her.

A bottle of glucose water went down, but the little girl still didn't wake up, and fed it again, and it seemed that she didn't want to drink it anymore, so Claude quietly hugged the little girl, looked at the figures shrouded in the moonlight outside, and gradually hummed a song in his mouth.

When the sun fell the next day, Claude opened his eyes, and it turned out that he would sleep after becoming a zombie. Claude slowly moved his stiff body, and then he saw a reflection.

The little girl in his arms was already standing in front of him, and the fruit knife in his hand was now standing in front of his eyes.

wanted to squeeze out a smile, but now his face was full of blue-black veins, even a smile startled the little girl, she stepped back, and took a firm step forward, and the fruit knife in her hand did not mean to let go at all.

Claude raised his hands, and the little girl subconsciously shuddered, and Claude wanted to speak, but there was a strange snort in his mouth, like a beast.

Looking at the little girl's terrifying but determined expression, Claude felt more and more the tenacity of human life. Even if it has fallen to the end of the world, human beings have not given up saving themselves, and even this little girl has taken up arms to protect herself this time.

Claude felt that it was not good to go on like this, and he could already see that the little girl's weak body was beginning to swing.

"Hmm, uh-huh, hmm..."

Claude controlled his mouth as hard as he could, and began to try to hum the ballad, just as he had hummed the previous night.

The eerie voice, like a puppy with its tail stepped on, but the pitch-shifting voice shows a kind of friendliness.

The sister-in-law laughed loudly, and then felt that something was wrong, her little face tensed, and the fruit knife was erected again.

Claude saw that the little girl had given up the idea, in fact, the fruit knife did not have any deterrent effect in front of him, but for some reason, Claude just didn't want to spoil this atmosphere, he wanted to use his actions to tell the little girl that this behavior of taking up arms to protect himself in danger was correct.

Slowly raising his hands and slowly getting up and standing up, Claude looked at the little girl's big shining eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed to the food and water on the table, then pointed to his mouth, and then made a gesture of eating.

"Hee-hee." The little girl was amused by Claude's action again, and this time she put down the knife, maybe the little girl of this age didn't know what face was, and changed her expression just now, and happily took the small cake and sent it to her mouth.

Looking at the little girl who was satisfied, Claude looked out at the street.

The number of zombies is a little less than yesterday, I don't know where they went in line, but despite this, these zombies are still walking on the streets, and if you take the little girl out, it will become food for these guys.

Claude had seen several zombies gnawing around a human corpse, and for some reason, these guys had a very high desire for the living, and were not at all interested in the food on the shelves, or even the raw meat on the store counter.

Through this period of observation, Claude found that zombies are only interested in living animals, such as now, the zombies who are roaring around the door of a room, and they are constantly reaching out to hook the kitten standing on the roof and making a noise.

What is it that is attracting the attention of these zombies? Claude fell into thought.