A zombie, covered with fishing nets, seaweed, and other garbage, is a zombie.

The zombie sat up, its messy head poking out of a hole in the net, half of the nets mixed with seaweed draped over his naked body, a trench coat.

The zombie stuffed the little sand crab that was still struggling wildly into its mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Hungry, hungry, hungry.

An insatiable hunger took over the zombie's body and mind. It seems that since its birth, this zombie has never had enough to eat.

The zombie's gaze swept across the beach, it was difficult to find food here, the little guy was very clever, the zombie only caught one, and the other sand crabs had all retracted into the hole.

The zombie's brain is very dull, he doesn't know why he is here, and how he is here, the only thing he knows is hunger, he once tried to catch a swimming fish in the sea, but the fish swims so flexibly that he can't catch it no matter how much he flutters in the sea.

The zombie was very hungry, he stood up and walked aimlessly along the beach, fishing nets draped over his body, and during the action, he could see that the zombie was scarred, and there were traces of bites everywhere, especially under the ribs, there was a huge wound, and the ribs inside could be seen. The zombie's lips were also missing a large chunk, revealing a small half of the gums.

But these injuries, to the zombie, were insignificant, and did not even hinder any of his actions at all, he walked along the beach, occasionally picking up a fish in the shallow puddle because of the low tide, and stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed it.

At some point, the sky was covered with a layer of dark clouds, and rumbling thunder rang out. It was a common thunderstorm on the seashore, and in a few deafening thunderclaps, heavy rain poured down.

The zombie opened its mouth with half of the missing lip, and turned its back to the sky to receive the rain, although for the zombie, there is no difference between drinking seawater and drinking fresh water, its strong digestion ability can swallow everything, but the rain with a hint of sweetness seems to arouse the zombie's instinctive need, it raises its head and mouths wide. Gulping down rainwater. It's just that it doesn't catch much rain like this, and a lot of rain rolls down your face onto the beach.

The zombie suddenly turned around and walked towards the woods by the beach, reached out and grabbed a banana leaf, spreading out the wide leaves. Then the rain. Accumulate a lot. Lift it up again and pour it into your mouth. It's natural for this zombie to do all this, and it seems like it's just the way it should be.

Thundershowers on the beach come and go as fast as they come. Soon the clouds dissipated and the sun returned.

The zombie threw down the banana leaves and continued along the beach, he didn't know where he was going, he just knew how to look for food, to find more food, he didn't sleep, day after night, striding forward.

On this day, the zombie bumped into good luck, a seagull was entangled in a fishing net, stumbled on the beach and flapped its wings, and tried to fly several times, but was dragged back to the beach by the fishing net.

The zombie flew up and grabbed the seagull that was flapping its wings indiscriminately, the seagull screamed, attacked the zombie with its winged beak, pecked the corpse liquid on the zombie's body, the zombie was unmoved, and stuffed the seagull's neck into its mouth, with a soft sound, the seagull's neck was bitten off, and a long-lost bloody sweet blood poured into the zombie's mouth, he sucked it heavily, and the seagull twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Seagulls are more delicious than sand crabs and sea fish, especially the warm blood, which is the most needed thing in the zombie instinct.

The zombie sat on the beach, facing the blue sea, and in the bright sun, the seagull that had not plucked its hair was torn and swallowed one by one, the soft and warm internal organs, the elastic muscles, and the brittle bones all entered the mutilated mouth. The zombie finished eating the seagull and sucked his fingers, and he wanted more blood to eat.

However, at the seaside, it is difficult to catch birds such as seagulls.

The zombie's gaze turned inland behind the sandy beach, where the forest was dense and a mountain peak could be seen in the distance, and wisps of black smoke were still emitting from the top of that peak.

If the zombie still retains the wisdom of his life, he should understand that this is a volcanic island in the Pacific Ocean, an active volcanic island. Such islands, dotted across the ocean, are a small world of their own, but rarely inhabited.

The zombie didn't care about the active volcano, for him, eating was the only thing that mattered. His eyes were fixed on the seabirds rising and falling above the forest, and he strode inland.

Zombies stumble through the inland forest, this is a typical tropical jungle, tall trees cover the sky, the ground is crawling with roots, weeds, thick vines hang down from the trees, like a giant python, the air in the forest is very humid, flying swarms of mosquitoes, as the zombies walk, from time to time from the leaves fall leeches.

It's just that whether it's a mosquito or a leech, they have no interest in zombies, it's just a piece of lifeless meat, without a little life, even leeches won't suck a mouthful of blood, because zombies have no blood.

The zombies struggled through the forest, he had already lost his way, although the forest could hear the sound of birds and the shadows of birds passing by from time to time, but it was not easy to catch them and stuff them into his mouth.

But the zombie does not know how to be discouraged, he has no emotion, he can act at any time like a perpetual motion machine, he chases the figure of the bird, and goes deeper and deeper in the forest.

The zombie suddenly stopped, and in the forest in front of him, there was a sound of rushing water, and he turned around and walked towards the place where the sound of water sounded.

It was a small stream, running through the rocky beach, the water was extremely clear, and the zombies were on the shore, scooping up the water with their hands, bringing it to their mouths, and drinking it in large gulps.

Suddenly, he stopped drinking water, and looked at the opposite shore, and there was a noise, coming from the opposite forest, the sound was getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer, and the weeds in the forest that were more than half a man tall shook for a while, and a small beast came out of the opposite forest.

It was a sheep.

When the sheep saw the zombies, he did not look alarmed, because there were no human beings on this island, let alone zombies, and he bleated softly, walked to the stream, knelt down his front hooves, and drank the water.

With a greedy roar of blood, the zombie swooped down into the stream. Splashing high, he threw himself at the sheep, his bloodshot eyes stared at the sheep, his teeth subconsciously grinding, making a creaking sound - blood food, this is the blood food that zombies want!

The bottom of the creek was full of pebbles of various sizes, and it was covered with moss, and the zombie had not run a few steps before he fell into the stream, and the sheep was taken aback. Teng Teng took a few steps back. But instead of running away, it lowered its head, spread its hooves, and crashed into the zombie that was struggling in the stream.

The zombie was already unsteady in the stream. He was put on the chest by the sheep. With a thud, he fell back into the stream. He reached out and grabbed the tail of the sheep, and the sheep's hind hooves lifted and kicked heavily on the zombie's chin. The zombie only pulled a few hairs off the sheep's tail. With a sound of tapping, the sheep turned back and disappeared into the forest.

The zombie got up from the stream - this little damage was nothing to him, although the jaw was kicked by the sheep's hoof, and the black corpse fluid oozed out, but the zombie did not hurt, so the zombie climbed up the creek and continued to move aimlessly through the forest.

A large tree appeared in front of it, and the trunk of the tree could not be hugged by five or six people, and the huge canopy was like a roof over the dense forest. The zombies stood on the trees and looked up at the sky, where countless seabirds chirped and rose and fell on the nests of the branches, and the bird droppings rained down on the zombies' faces.

The zombie looked at the big tree, then at the seabird, stretched out his hands, and began to climb the big tree, the big tree hung countless air roots, it was very easy to climb, the zombie quickly climbed near the bird's nest, countless seabirds found this intruder, they screamed, flapped their wings, flew around the zombie, and threw countless bombs and digestive matter spit out of the stomach on this enemy - these foul-smelling things, one of the means of seabirds against the enemy - it's just that such "biological weapons" Completely useless to zombies, he climbed higher and higher.

The seabirds were angry, they pounced, fanned their wings, pecked with their sharp beaks, and even scratched with their claws, the zombies closed their eyes, stretched out their hands and flapped indiscriminately, and suddenly, in a sharp rattling sound, a seabird was caught by a zombie, and the zombie sat on a branch, opened its mouth and bit the seabird, and soon swallowed it, he licked his mouth, and continued to reach out and pat the seabirds flying around him.

But the seabird had become vigilant enough to no longer approach the zombies, and when the zombies were swatting the birds, they accidentally fell from the tree and fell heavily under the tree, and if it weren't for the pile of bird droppings and dead branches and leaves under the tree, his neck would have been broken.

The zombie did not know how to be discouraged and flinch, and he climbed the tree again, and this time the seabirds, knowing that they could not defeat the big one, screamed and flew away from their nest. The zombie watched in a daze as the birds flew away from the tree, and then he turned his head to see a nest among the branches, and a few eggs lay quietly in it.

The zombie stared at the egg for a while, then reached out without a teacher, grabbed a bird egg, stuffed it into his mouth, clicked softly, and bit the eggshell, well, although this is not as good as blood food, but it is also very suitable for the zombie's appetite, he ate all the eggs in a nest in three or two clicks, and then continued to climb, find more eggs, and eat them one by one.

The bird's egg was not much bigger than his thumb, where to fill the zombie's insatiable stomach, but the countless nests were swept away by the zombies, he acted rudely, sometimes even swept the whole nest under the tree, the seabird lived on this island for many years, but today it is facing a catastrophe.

The higher the zombie climbs, the thinner the branches under its feet, but the further it goes to the top of the tree, the more nests there are, and the zombie does not know what danger and fear is, and continues to climb towards the canopy driven by endless greed.

The zombie suddenly paused, the slender branches under his feet gently undulated and swayed, and a delicate chirping sound came from his ears, the zombie turned his head in the direction of the sound, and he saw at a glance that in a bird's nest, four chicks were stretching their necks, calling for their parents who suddenly left them.

The fledgling had not yet opened its feathers, closed its eyes, opened its tender yellow beak, and chirped.

The zombie stared at the chick for a while, stretched out his hand, and grabbed one of the chicks in his hand, the chick had no power to resist, and he didn't know what was happening, only let out a scream, and the fledgling's parents heard it in the air, but they could not do anything about it, so they could only fly around the zombie, making a mournful sound.

The zombie tilted its head to look at the chicks, slowly opened its large mouth, and shoved the chicks' head into it - just then, a black shadow flashed among the dense branches, and with a sigh, wrapped itself around the zombie's arm, and the fledgling fell from the zombie's palm and fell under the tree.

The black shadow that suddenly attacked the zombie was a python, which was originally headed for the chicks, but he didn't expect the zombies to appear in the middle of the road and compete with it for food. Originally, pythons would not pay attention to zombies, because in the eyes of animals, zombies are essentially corpses, a piece of dead meat, and no other animal will eat zombies except scavengers. But now, the zombies took the initiative to grab food with the python, but it angered the python, and the python took the initiative to attack the outsiders who invaded their territory.

As soon as the python wrapped around the zombie's arm, its long body immediately circled up, and the zombie was unstable on its footing, and there was a clattering sound, and it fell from the tree with the python.

The zombie and the python were rolling on the ground, the python was entangled with the zombie from head to toe with great strength, and the zombie's ribs could be faintly heard creaking and breaking. But the zombie is different, he doesn't feel it, and he doesn't need to breathe, he grabs a piece of the python's body, just biting one bite after another.

The python's skin is very tough, but it can't help the zombie's constant gnawing, the wounds on its body are getting bigger and bigger, the skin is open, the blood is flowing, the python is rolling on the ground in pain, its tricks against other animals are useless on the zombie. The zombie pressed his mouth against the wound on the python's body, gulping down the blood, and as a large amount of flesh entered his abdomen, his strength grew.

The python let go of the body wrapped around the zombie and decided to leave this terrible guy, but where would the zombie let this delicacy escape, he grabbed the python's tail and pulled it like a tug-of-war, but the python's strength was greater than that of the zombie after all, it finally broke free from the zombie's hand and slowly crawled forward.

The zombie chased after him, and from time to time pounced on the python and bit it, the python climbed slower and slower, when it crawled to its lair - a stone cave, half of the body drilled in, but the other half of the body was pulled by the zombie, the zombie bit hard, I don't know when, the python has been motionless.

The zombie got into the stone cave, only to find that the python was dead, the stone cave was covered with the white bones of the animal that the python swallowed and discharged, this python can also be regarded as a tyrant on the island, but where did he think that he died at the hands of the zombie inexplicably. (To be continued......)