The voice in the tape recorder suddenly became anxious:

"However, the plan failed, and on the seventh day out to sea, my youngest daughter, Claudia, developed symptoms of a biochemical virus. In keeping with the oath we made before we went to sea, I killed her with my own hands. Nancy is going crazy, she calls me a murderer butcher, and says that she would rather make Claudia a zombie than let her die. But an oath is an oath, we are human beings, and we must not be zombies! ”

"I don't know why Claudia contracted the biochemical virus, we were at sea, we didn't touch any zombies, and there were no undeserved scars on her skin. We all know that everyone who survives is a carrier of biochemical viruses, and also has a certain immunity, unless the skin is bitten by a zombie, otherwise the general contact with the corpse fluid of the zombie will not be infected into a zombie. It wasn't until my eldest daughter, Seira, was also infected with a biochemical virus that I remembered a rumor that was secretly spreading among survivors. ”

"Rumor has it that the military has mastered the way to artificially infect a biochemical virus, to make a person become a zombie, there is no longer a need for zombies to bite him, as long as he sprinkles specific reagents in his drinking water or food, that person will become a zombie after eating. The military specializes in using this synthetic biovirus against survivor strongholds that don't follow their orders. When I was collecting supplies for the sea, because of the lack of materials in the designated base, I had to trade some foreign materials, that is, those materials of unknown origin were mixed with the military's synthetic biochemical viruses. ”

"I killed Sera and placed her body next to Claudia as if they were asleep. My wife, Nancy, also died. She didn't have a biochemical virus, she just went after her daughters - she shot herself in the heart. I think she must have seen her two daughters when the bullet pierced her heart, because she died with a smile. I was alive, but I was dead, because I didn't know where the food and water I was carrying had been mixed with synthetic bioviruses. All the food on the yacht was inedible. I can only catch fish to eat and drink from rainwater. ”

"The yacht's engine malfunctioned and lost power. In the settlements, maintenance workers are very difficult to find. They are as highly respected senior personnel as the doctors. Even the outrageous gunmen were a little polite to them, with a very high status and superior living conditions, while I, a senior actuary at JPMorgan Chase, knew nothing about mechanics. I couldn't get a lot of supplies, so I asked the maintenance man to inspect my boat. Before going to sea. I just briefly took care of the engine according to the instructions. Without lubricating oil, without spare parts, the engine simply cannot be repaired. ”

"I'm going to die. The yacht was caught in a storm. Although it didn't sink, a lot of the equipment was damaged, and I didn't even know where I was, and the yacht was like a broken plank, drifting with the current. I ate and drank heavily, and even if I turned into a zombie, I would have to be full. Our family used to go to the Sichuan restaurant in Chinatown to eat, and what did that boss Zhang say--oh, by the way, you have to be a full ghost when you die. I was unsurprisingly infected with a biochemical virus, and now, I decided to kill myself because it was my vow. ”

"Stranger, if you hear this recording, please bury our family, dust to dust, dust to dust, please don't weep for us, because we are just going to the end of the road that everyone should go - death. Remember, stay away from the North American continent, that's living hell! ”

The last thing that came from the tape recorder was a gunshot.

The zombie didn't care about the voice on the tape recorder, whether he understood it or not, it was none of his business, he was just here to find food.

After eating a few cans, the zombie rummaged through the interior of the yacht, and he found several well-sealed boxes, although the cabin was flooded, but these fully enclosed boxes placed high above were unharmed, and not even the drops of water were stained.

The zombie smashed open several boxes with stone chips, which contained guns, ammunition, medicine, and bags of seeds, the zombie had no interest in guns, he grabbed a few handfuls of seeds and stuffed them into his mouth, and while chewing, he picked up a small hand axe, he looked at the hand axe, and then looked at the stone knife, and naturally threw the stone knife aside, and stuck the hand axe on the python skin apron around his waist.

The zombies tossed inside the yacht, opened many boxes, and threw the contents everywhere, the most precious guns and ammunition, penicillin and other medicines in the last days, were all soaked in the seawater in the cabin, and even a few boxes of penicillin were trampled by the zombies.

The zombie is very interested in flour, and after a bag of flour was torn, it was wet by the seawater, and the zombie inadvertently stepped on it a few times, and the flour turned into dough, and the zombie grabbed a few handfuls and stuffed it into his mouth. Flour and seawater, with a hint of saltiness, the zombies ate a lot, almost bursting their stomachs.

Over the next few days, zombies and lone wolves – no, it wasn't a wolf, it was a male dog Barbara, and after the family on the yacht was dead, Barbara swam to the island and became a wild dog. That's why it wasn't accepted by the island's native wolves, and became a lone wolf - staying in a yacht, eating haese, and at night, the zombies lay down next to the bones of the family, while Barbara curled up behind his feet.

On this day, the zombies found a large amount of candy and chocolate from a box - the yacht owner did not store these sweets because he liked them, but these high-calorie candies are essential for survival, and at a critical time, more sustaining than cookies or something, the zombies swallowed the chocolate even in the wrapper.

Barbara ate a few grains of candy and suddenly looked a little uneasy, it ran out of the cabin, looked up and barked at the sky, and when the zombie came out of the cabin, he saw a dark shadow in the sky - a storm was coming.

At night, the wind is strong, the waves crash on the shore, and the waves more than ten meters high continue to crash against the yachts on the reef, and the whole boat is making a creaking sound, as if it will fall apart at any time.

Barbara cowered in the corner of the bed and whimpered, instinctively sensing the danger, but the zombie didn't care, still lying motionless on the bed.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and finally under the crash of a huge wave, the already scarred yacht could no longer hold on, and in a series of cracking sounds, the yacht completely fell apart, and was slapped off the reef by the huge waves, scattering into many wreckage. Heavy objects such as engines sink directly to the bottom of the sea, while wooden furniture drifts with the current.

Barbara escaped from the cabin as the yacht debris sank into the sea, paddling its limbs in the water and struggling to swim to the beach.

Barbara turned her head and barked at the sea, its cry seemed so lonely in the storm that the zombies had not yet reached the shore.

After I don't know how long, suddenly a human head appeared on the foaming sea, and then a face with half of the lips missing, zombies. I am coming out of the bottom of the sea step by step. In his arms, he was holding a heavy suitcase.

It turned out that the zombie sank to the bottom of the sea with the wreckage of the yacht, and he was able to breathe freely in the water. So I don't care. He groped his way out of the wreck. He wanted to swim to shore, but he wasn't a sea zombie, and his swimming skills were really bad enough. Played by the huge waves, it is getting farther and farther away from the shore.

The zombie simply sank to the bottom of the sea, hugged a box scattered in the yacht, and did not let himself float step by step, walking from the bottom of the sea to the shore.

It was dawn, the storm had passed, and the wind and sun were fine on the beach.

The yacht on the reef has completely disappeared, several empty boxes are floating on the sea, some of the fragments of the yacht have been slapped on the beach by the waves, zombies and dogs are eating canned food, and there are many similar canned food scattered on the beach next to the zombies, as well as a sealed and complete box that the zombies have walked up from the bottom of the sea.

The zombies were fed and lay on the beach to bask in the sun, and the dog, who had experienced a stormy night, was also a little tired, rested his head on his front paws and squinted his eyes.

The zombie stayed in front of him looking at the sea, there were a few boxes floating in the sea, he suddenly got up and swam into the sea, dragged the box to the beach, the zombie used a hand axe to split the broken box, which was medicine, the yacht owner was very cautious, and all the medicines were repackaged with waterproof bags, so the medicine was very safe.

The zombies were smashed and torn, he tasted penicillin, found that he couldn't eat it, and threw the medicine on the beach.

The zombies swam back into the sea again, dragging back several boxes, several of which were extremely heavy, and they had all sunk to the bottom of the sea, not that the zombies did not need to breathe, and they could not be fished up from the bottom of the sea with their bare hands.

Some boxes are full of weapons and ammunition, the zombie took a look at the box and pushed the box down on the beach, let the guns and ammunition scatter on the beach, soaked in the seawater, there is a box full of hand tools, axes, hammers, saws, etc., the zombie already has a hand axe, and he ignores other tools, but there is a metal tool that has received his attention, it is not actually a tool, but a pot, a pot for cooking. The lid has been lost, but the body of the pot is intact, there are no signs of bumps, and the whole pot is shining in the sun.

The zombie turned over and looked at the pot for a while, and suddenly raised his hand and put the pot on his head, not to mention, the size of the pot was consistent with the zombie's head, and it didn't fall off when he put it on.

The zombie has become an armed zombie at this time, with a steel pot on his head, holding a sharp axe, and if he ties a plastic plate or something to his chest, he will become a common armed zombie on the mainland.

The zombie didn't know that he had inadvertently "upgraded", he continued to open boxes and found rice, flour, oil and other things, which he needed, and he also found a few bags of seeds, which could also be eaten.

The zombie wanted to go home, to his dry cave, where there was his ewe, who had not eaten goat's milk for several days, and the zombie dragged a box containing rice and flour seeds and other items towards the cave.

The box was very heavy, and it was overturned from time to time on the road, and the contents were scattered, and the zombies didn't care, so they cleaned up and moved on, and when they passed through the wildfire-burned area, the box fell down a hill, and several bags of rice and flour were broken, including several seed bags, which contained rice, wheat, potatoes, corn and other seeds scattered all over the ground.

The zombie looked at the box that had completely fallen apart, carried a bag of flour soaked in seawater, and headed for the stone cave not far ahead.

Back to the stone cave, the ewe bleated and greeted it, there was no zombie to eat its milk for a few days, its tits swelled uncomfortably, the zombie ate a meal of milk, the ewe went out of the hole to find water and grass to eat, and the dog cleverly followed behind it to protect it.

The zombie looked at the cave, he felt that something in the cave seemed to have changed, and after a while, he realized that the fire, the fire that had continuously illuminated the cave, was gone, and on the stone platform where the bonfire was burning, now there was only a thin wisp of imperceptible green smoke slowly rising, it turned out that the zombies had been away from the cave for too long, no one added firewood to the fire, and the open flame had been extinguished.

The zombie walked to the ashes of the bonfire, stretched out his hand and pulled away the top layer of charcoal ash, and saw that there was still a faint red color below, he grabbed a few handfuls of dead leaves, sprinkled them on the ashes, and blew them with his mouth, the dead branches burned, and the smoke became thicker and thicker.

The zombie added a lot of firewood to the fire, then dragged the bag of flour soaked in the sea, tore it open, grabbed a few handfuls of dough and ate it, and then came out of the cave, and the dog came up to meet him and accompanied him to hunt.

The zombie carried a lizard on his shoulder, and returned to the cave with the dog, where he smelled a strange smell of the cave, the smell of charcoal, and the aroma of it.

The zombie took a closer look, only to see that a small half of the noodle bag that he threw next to the fire was already scorched, and it turned out that the zombie added too much firewood to the fire, and the spark burst out and bounced on the pile of dead branches next to it, igniting all the dead branches, and the uncontrolled fire burned the noodle bag next to it. The flour inside was originally mixed with the seawater to form an unleavened dough. Now it is roasted by the fire, partly charred, partly baked into bread, and exudes a unique aroma.

The zombie was attracted by the smell, and despite the smoke still filling the cave, he grabbed the noodle bag, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and when he ate it, he swallowed even the burnt part, anyway, his stomach digested everything, and it was nothing to eat a piece of burnt dough.

The zombies have discovered a new food, cooked grains.

Half of the bag was baked into bread, but the other half was still dough, and the zombie threw the remaining half of the bag of dough directly into the fire, and waited until the smell of the fire rose before pulling it out.

This bag of noodles mixed with seawater, in the form of half charred and half roasted gnocchi, entered the stomach of the zombie, and the zombie gave some to the dog and the sheep, and the dog was very interested in bread and ate a lot.

After eating up a bag of noodles, the zombie returned to the hillside where the box broke the shelf that day, and carried another bag from there, this time, it was filled with rice, and the half-baked rice had another taste compared to bread, but it was not very convenient to eat, and all the rice grains thrown into the fire were mixed with the ashes, that is, the mouth of the zombie, which could swallow the burnt rice grains and ashes without any scruples. (To be continued......)