The island has a hot climate, good weather and fertile land, and seabird droppings are the most natural and high-quality fertilizer. The seeds are sown, and they can be ripened three times a year without being taken care of, and in this excellent environment where chopsticks can germinate, the seeds inadvertently scattered by zombies have grown into patches of fertile fields. The flock of birds is pecking at the food.

The zombie's hand caressed the heavy ears of rice, since the rice and noodles found on the yacht were eaten, he had not eaten the grain for a while, his big hand pulled a handful of rice grains, naturally rubbed them in the palm of his hand, threw them in his mouth and chewed, the raw rice grains had a unique juice and fragrance, filling his mouth.

The zombies pulled down handfuls of rice grains with their bare hands, rough and savage, many rice grains fell to the ground, and the zombies did the same to wheat and corn, and put all the grain they received in the broken box, and then dragged it to the stone cave.

Not long after the zombies walked out, the birds landed again, fighting for the remaining food, even those that fell to the ground. The zombie turned its head to look at it for a while, and suddenly rushed over, waving its hands, yelling, and the birds screamed and fluttered and flew around, and one of the seabirds crashed into the zombie's arms without a head, and the zombie grabbed it, stuffed the unlucky bird's head into its mouth, squeaked and bit it, and he was about to swallow the bird in his stomach, but stopped again.

The zombie tore at the bird's corpse until it was drenched in blood and its feathers flew wildly, and then the zombie hung the bird's corpse on a corn stalk.

The birds screamed in the air, not daring to fall.

The zombie dragged the broken box back to the cave.

The carcasses hanging from the corn stalks frightened some of the timid birds, but there were still birds that dared to fly down. They eat and excrete on various food crops, and many of the undigested seeds scatter farther away as the birds fly, as if they were being sown.

The zombie threw a handful of rice grains into the pot where the water was scooped up, placed them on a pot rack supported by stones, and burned them on the fire, but the cooked food was not as good as before--the zombies did not remove the rice grains--The soaking of wheat also failed, and it was not hulled. Milling. Cook the husked wheat directly, and if ordinary people swallow it raw, they must strain their throats. There are only zombies, and they can stuff anything into their stomachs.

Although these crops are not carefully post-processed. But it's rich in nutrients. still makes up for the lack of zombies eating meat and occasionally picking some fruit to eat in the recent period.

Corn does not require too much complicated processing. Zombies, zombie dogs, and she-wolves eat a lot, and corn cobs are very popular with sheep.

The zombies then found more delicious potatoes and sweet potatoes in the "farmland" under the hillside. These little guys who grew underground were washed out by a torrential rain, and the zombies dug up more underground stems in a row. Potatoes and sweet potatoes, whether eaten raw or roasted or boiled in the fire, are delicious food, and the yield is extremely high, and the zombies pile half of the stone cave with these stems that they dug out of the ground, and from time to time pick up a few and throw them in the fire, roast them until they are fragrant, and then pick them out to eat.

The zombie's recipes were enriched again, and he faintly felt that eating a variety of foods together was good for his body.

Therefore, birds and beasts have become a big problem.

A large flock of birds took over the zombie's farmland, screaming, flying, pecking, and snatching his rations from the zombies, and the corpse of the bird hanging on the corn stalk had long since rotted and did not serve the slightest intimidating effect.

To make matters worse, some beasts also took advantage of the idea of zombie farmland, not only rabbits, capybaras and other small beasts came to visit, one day, the grizzly bear also came to the cornfield, broke a lot of corn to eat, this thing seemed to suit the grizzly bear's appetite, it gnawed and broken, and trampled a large cornfield.

The zombies were busy for several days before they could get all the crops back, and when they couldn't push it down in the cave, the zombies dragged a few empty boxes from the seashore where the yacht sank and loaded all the food into it.

In fact, zombies still miss a lot of good things, that is, vegetables - the seeds collected by the yacht owner include many common vegetables, such as cabbage and broccoli, but these vegetables are eaten by bugs and herbivorous critters not long after they grow.

After harvesting, only yellowing rice stalks, corn stalks, sweet potato vines, etc., as well as large patches of weeds, stood in the farmland, and felt as if they should do something.

He turned back to the cave, and when he came out again, he had a piece of charcoal in his hand, and he threw it into a rice field, and soon the dry rice stalks burned, and a gust of wind blew, and the wind helped the fire, and the burning became bigger and bigger, and the grass was set on fire. Fortunately, because of the last wildfire, there are not many big trees around, especially rice stalks and corn stalks, which burn quickly, but they are not durable to burn, and after the fire burned for a while, it went out on its own.

A large area of grassland was burned, leaving a thick layer of ash on the ground, and this fire, burned the weeds and insects, and covered the grain seeds under the ashes of the grass and trees, waiting for the next heavy rain for the seeds to sprout again.

Another morning, the zombie was standing at the mouth of his home, the stone cave, with a python skin around his waist, holding a rusty hand axe in his hand, the blade of which had broken several times due to improper use, and an upside-down stainless steel pot on his head, shining in the sunlight, like a king's crown.

The zombie's most loyal friend, the zombie dog, lies at his feet, occasionally yawns, opens the chrysanthemum mouth, the pregnant she-wolf drags the belly that is about to the ground, guarding the sheep, and the two ewes are also with big bellies, and it is almost the time to give birth. Under the leadership of the zombie dog, the she-wolf also learned to herd the sheep, and of course, more importantly, with the zombies, the she-wolf never starved again.

The zombie's life now is happy and rich - if he knows what happiness is - he is the strong man from the forest, and with the proud grizzly bear, even the leopard has to avoid him, and everything that flies in the sky, swims in the water, and walks on the ground is his food.

Chased by zombie dogs, no beast can escape its chrysanthemum mouth, there is always plenty of meat in the cave, roasted and boiled, and even zombies have inadvertently learned to smoke the jerky and keep the meat longer, instead of crawling with maggots.

A large amount of fruit hangs on the branches of the jungle, and the zombies can pick it as soon as they reach out.

Grains and tubers are another staple food in addition to meat, and they are more resistant to storage than meat, but because zombies do not manage farmland, they let the growth of crops run freely, and there are many birds and beasts competing for food, so the total amount is not much, and it cannot fully satisfy the eternal thirst of zombies, but over time, as the scattered seeds germinate on their own, the crops on this island will become more and more lush.

The zombie is happy, or rather, he should be happy, but for some reason, when his gaze sweeps over the heavy bellies of the she-wolf and the ewe, there is always a pause. The zombie lacked something, something he didn't know, but knew he should have.

The she-wolf takes the sheep to graze. The zombie took the zombie dog and walked to the sea, he hadn't eaten sea fish for a few days, the zombie wanted to pick up a few sea fish - he consciously concentrated the scattered broken fishing nets into a small bay, inserted branches in the middle of the nets, and cut a lot of vines to throw in the fishing nets, the tide ebbed and flowed, there were always a few unlucky sea fish, crabs or something, trapped by fishing nets or vines, zombies just bent down to pick them up, they could get abundant seafood.

With the abundance of food, although the appearance of the zombie has not changed - the mouth with mutilated gums, the large hole in the ribs that can be seen in the internal organs, the flowing black corpse fluid, and the wounds that will never heal all over the body all show that he is an out-and-out zombie. But some of the sleeping memories in his body, especially in his brain, were being awakened one by one, albeit very, very slowly. But it's changing, it's evolving, it's waking up.

He didn't know why he did a lot of things that zombies were doing now, but he just knew that he should do them.

The zombie picked up more than a dozen still alive sea fish from the fishing net, and a big crab, and the zombie threw two sea fish to the zombie dog, and the zombie dog swallowed it without chewing it.

The zombie sat on the beach, eating the crab, and the unlucky crab tried to fight back heroically, using its big claw to even clip a piece of meat from the zombie's face, but the zombie didn't care, and smashed it with a pebble on the seashore, and smashed the crab's hard back shell.

Zombies don't peel their shells, so they break off the crab's legs and claws, stuff them in their mouths and chew them, the snow-white crab meat is extremely sweet, but it is eaten and chewed by zombies, and it is all ruined.

The zombie dog lying on the beach suddenly stood up, ran to a reef by the sea, and barked at the sea.

The zombie raised his eyes, the sky was clear, there was a breeze, and there was no intention of changing the sky, and the sea was empty, I don't know what the zombie dog was barking.

The zombie dog is still barking loudly, and its sense of hearing and smell is sharper than that of zombies.

The zombie stood up from the beach and stared in the direction of the barking zombie dog, and he finally saw that in the far distance, there was a small black dot floating on the surface of the sea.

The wind and the waves, pushing the small black dot towards the island, the zombie can already see the appearance of the black dot, it is a box, a metal box, if the zombie is alive, he will definitely blurt out - a container.

A container floating in the sea, it has been wandering in the sea for a long time, because there are many scratches and collisions on the metal surface, and barnacles are still growing under the waterline.

Such containers are not uncommon in the Pacific Ocean, and there are always unlucky ships that wreck, and the loaded containers fall into the sea, some sink, and some go with the flow until they are carried to land by the current. (To be continued......)