The zombie sat cross-legged in the stone cave, holding the python, and gnawing until his stomach couldn't eat anymore, and then he stopped.

He turned his head to look at the cave, which was relatively dry, the size of a house, and it was a good house except for a piece of bones. Zombies don't need to rest, they can act all the time, but zombies instinctively know that there is no benefit to their non-stop movement, and proper rest will help them evolve better. The zombie lay down on the pile of bones, stared at the top of the cave, and began to rest.

At sunrise and sunset, the zombies took up residence in the stone cave, ate the python when they were hungry, drank water in the creek when they were thirsty, and sometimes climbed a tree to catch a few eggs and chicks for a change of taste.

On this day, the zombie was drinking water by the stream, when he suddenly heard a sound of walking in the forest, and his keen hearing found that it was an animal approaching.

The zombie was about to pounce in the direction from which the sound came, but suddenly stopped again, and instead of advancing and retreating, he retreated behind a bush.

After a while, two animals came out of the forest, one big and one small, and the zombie immediately recognized that the big sheep was the sheep he had met by the stream before, but was kicked with a top, and there was a little sheep beside the big sheep, which was jumping beside the mother, gnawing on the grass for a while, and the belly of the ewe for a while.

The ewe knelt by the stream and drank water, and the lamb followed the example of its mother, probing her brain by the stream, and suddenly, the lamb's front hooves slipped and fell into the stream, which was not deep. But the lamb panicked and threw itself in the stream, bleating for help, and the ewe jumped into the stream, intending to save the child.

At this moment, the zombie sprang out of the bushes and pounced on the big and the small, and the ewes were alert, and as soon as they saw the enemy, they immediately rushed back to the shore. However. But it didn't run away, because the lamb was held down by the zombies. The zombie threw the lamb down into the stream and bit at its throat, and the lamb screamed. Kicking all four hooves. But it's weak after all. Where to struggle to get the hands of the zombies, a red blood soon floated in the stream, but it was the zombies who bit the throat of the lamb.

Ewes are born out of maternal instinct. Went to the zombie again, trying to rescue his child, but he didn't expect the zombie to eat enough recently to "sleep" well, and his physical strength was sufficient, and he scuffled with the ewe, the zombie was originally hung with a fishing net, and in the entanglement, the fishing net fell off from the body, and coincidentally, it entangled the ewe's hooves, and the ewe bleated in vain, and fell into the hands of the zombie like her own child.

After the zombie accidentally grabbed the ewe, he returned to the lamb that had lost his breath, and devoured it, but he was cold, opened the hole in the lamb's neck that was bitten by himself, buried his whole face in it, and sucked blood, and bit the internal organs and dragged out of the abdominal cavity to chew, and ate so much that he swallowed even the sheepskin and wool.

The zombie was full, and most of the lamb was left, his head and shoulders were chewing on it, full of blood, and some minced meat, the zombie faced his own bloody appearance in the stream, and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly buried his head in the water and shook it for a while, and when he raised his head again, most of the blood stains on his face were washed away by the stream.

The zombie carried the ewe entangled in the fishing net, and dragged half of the lamb's carcass with the other hand back to his cave.

The zombie didn't kill the ewe, because he wanted to eat fresh meat, and if he killed the ewe, the meat would rot quickly, and he didn't know why he knew this, but he did it.

The lamb is not big, the zombie eats it all after three days, and even the hard sheep skull and leg of sheep make him pick up a hard stone chip in the hole and smash it open, eating the brain and bone marrow inside. Brains and bone marrow taste better than guts - if zombies know what it means to be delicious.

On the fourth day, the zombie held the stone chip stained with black and dried blood, and walked towards the ewe, these days, the zombie unconsciously took the stone chip and knocked it, and one side of the stone chip has become extremely sharp, shaped like a stone knife. The zombie knows that his teeth are not sharp enough, and it takes a lot of effort to bite through the delicate fur of the lamb, and the ewe's hair is thick and long, and the teeth are not easy to deal with, but the stone chips in his hand can help him cut the throat of the ewe, and then, the warm blood will pour into his mouth.

The ewe bleated weakly as she watched the zombie approach, and she had been locked up in her burrow for the past few days, and had not eaten grass for several days, and she was so hungry that the nets were so tightly entangled that she didn't even have the strength to struggle a few hooves.

The zombie pressed the ewe's head, stretched out the stone knife, and cut its neck - he suddenly stopped his hand and looked at the ewe's abdomen, only to see that with the ewe's final dying struggle, its abdomen squirted out a stream of juice, which exuded a unique fishy smell and attracted the zombie's attention.

It was goat's milk, and the ewe was breastfeeding, and there was no lamb to eat its milk, and the milk was rising.

The zombie sniffed his nose, the smell of milk attracted him deeply, it seemed to be more attractive than blood, he suddenly threw down the stone knife, picked up the ewe's abdomen, grabbed a nipple, sucked it like a baby, and the warm and fishy milk flowed into his stomach, which was quickly absorbed and digested.

The zombies ate so much that they sucked up almost all the milk of the ewes before they stood up with a bulging belly.

The zombie glanced at the bleating ewe, and suddenly walked out of the cave, and after a while, the zombie came back again, holding a large blade of grass in both hands, and threw it in front of the ewe, who was already very hungry, and poked her head out to eat.

The life of zombies has one more content - go to the stream to drink water, climb trees and eat bird eggs and chicks, pull weeds and feed ewes, and eat goat's milk.

The fishing net on the ewe was originally unintentionally entangled, one day, the fishing net was suddenly loosened, and the ewe was free, but it did not flee, maybe because the zombie pulled weeds for it to eat every day, maybe because the zombie ate its milk, which stimulated its motherhood, and the ewe lived in the stone cave. Gradually, the ewe will follow the zombie out of the cave, find water and grass to eat, and then go back to the cave to sleep at night.

On this day, the zombie took the ewe out of the hole as usual. He found a place where water and grass were abundant, let the ewes graze, and climbed up the tree himself to find eggs and chicks to eat, but he soon climbed down from the tree with an empty stomach, because he had searched for several nests in a row, and they were all empty.

It turns out that over time, the eggs hatch. Chicks grow. The little bird grew all its feathers, and when it encountered a zombie climbing up the tree, it immediately flew into the air with the adult bird. Flocks of birds fly above the treetops. Drop a lot of feces and digest at zombies. Seems to be laughing at his clumsiness.

The zombies fell to the ground empty-handed. Striding towards the stream, he knelt by the stream and drank - the zombie drank, but unlike other animals such as ewes. Other animals directly stick out their mouths to drink, but zombies do not do this, but half-kneeling, stretching out their hands to scoop water and drink. He didn't know why he did this, he scooped the water with his hands, a lot of water flowed through his fingers, and handed it to his mouth, there was not much left, it was better to bury his head in the water and drink it directly, but the zombie insisted on doing so, as if this way, he could distinguish the difference between him and the beast.

The water of the stream was very clear, the hands of the zombies stirred the water, and several fish jumped out of the stream with a frightened splash, throwing off the zombies and splashing all over the water.

Zombies staring at the fish.

There were no fish in the water before, this stream is not deep, you can see the bottom of the water at a glance, the zombies have never seen fish in the stream before, let alone big fish, the fish scales are faintly red, and they are heading upstream in groups, and the fat fish backs are flickering in the stream.

This is salmon, now is the season of salmon spawning, schools of salmon from the Pacific Ocean cruise, up the stream, into fresh water, according to the instinct of thousands of years, before the loss of life, looking for a safe spawning ground, when their bodies all turn red, the mouth bends upwards like a hook, it is when they give birth to the next generation, and then, because of migration and production, physical exhaustion, slowly die.

At this time, salmon store a lot of fat in their bodies for migration, and a large number of seabirds fly over the stream, screaming and swooping down, pecking through a large salmon that is violently flicking its tail with its long pointed beak, and then flying back to the nest.

The zombie watched for a moment, then suddenly plunged into the stream, clawing with both hands, catching the salmon.

When the salmon swims upstream, it often jumps out of the water like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, and a fish happens to fall into the naked arms of the zombie, and the zombie grabs it and bites it down with a click. The plump and tender fish looked to his liking – salmon was meant to be eaten raw – and soon swallowed a fish into his stomach.

Zombies fluttering in the stream to catch fish, a large number of seabirds are also flying and pecking fish around him, at this moment, salmon has become their common prey, zombies have eaten several fish, is biting one in the mouth, holding one in the hand, want to go back to the shore to eat slowly, suddenly paused, because on the shore, there is a huge figure.

It was a bear, grizzly, with shiny oily fur, and it slowly came out of the woods, the low bushes crushed like weeds under its giant palms.

Grizzly bears also saw zombies, but it did not show hostility, because zombies have no life, just corpses, and bears are not scavengers, and even in folklore, when encountering bears, as long as people pretend to be dead, bears will not eat you, so grizzly bears do not pay attention to zombies at all.

It walked into the stream, and with a wave of its huge palm, with the unmatched agility of its heavy body, it grabbed a large salmon that was leaping in the air, stuffed it into its mouth, and squeaked and ate it. Originally, this grizzly bear also came to eat salmon feast.

The zombie looked at the grizzly bear, and then looked at the salmon in his hand that was constantly struggling, out of his all-devouring nature, the grizzly bear was also his food, but for some reason, there was a voice telling him that he was not the opponent of the grizzly bear, and if he wanted to survive, he had to give up eating these big guys.

Moreover, salmon is really delicious.

The zombie returned to the stream, biting the salmon, even the scales, fish head, and fish tail swallowed, a zombie and a bear, one in the stream and one in the stream, all right, the grizzly bear had a full meal, then twisted the heavy big buttocks, left the stream, it and the zombie passed by, the zombie for some reason, staring at the front paw of the grizzly bear, it seemed to have a memory buried deep in the depths of his mind to tell him, this bear paw, but the best to eat.

Of course, this bear paw can also slap the zombie's head with one palm.

The grizzly bear disappeared into the bushes, and wherever it passed, the bushes swayed, and the sound faded away, and the zombie stared at the place where the grizzly bear disappeared, stunned for a moment, and strode towards his stone cave, he was already full.

Suddenly, there was a bleating sound not far ahead, it was a ewe, it followed the zombie, grazing in a nearby grass, its cry was extremely rapid, as if something had happened, the zombie pulled its feet and galloped.

When the zombie rushed into a meadow in the forest, he saw the ewe and a wolf facing each other, the ewe lowered her head, pointed her horns at the wolf, and rushed to the top from time to time, and the wolf dodged the sheep's attack, poked her head from time to time, and saw that Leng Zi bit the ewe, and the ewe had several bites, although it was not fatal, but the blood had stained half of its body.

The zombie didn't snort, rushed out of the woods and pounced on the wolf, the wolf was extremely nimble, and avoided it with a dodge. It bends down and roars threateningly at zombies, wolves sometimes eat animal corpses, so zombies are also food for it, but zombies are much taller than wolves, wolves are very cunning, and wolves dare not rush up when they see animals taller than themselves.

But the zombies didn't care, for him, the wolf was just another food. He opened his arms and lunged forward, and the wolf leaped and dodged.

The zombie chased the wolf and kicked and hit, and in a random way, he really kicked the wolf's waist, this wolf is a copper-headed iron tofu waist, and the waist is the most unbearable to beat, the wolf screamed, turned his head, and fled back into the jungle.

The ewe bleated and walked slowly to the side of the zombie, but the zombie was unusual, two eyes stared at the ewe, its body, the wolf's wound was still oozing blood, the unique fishy sweet smell stimulated the zombie, its eyes became more and more red, pounced on the ewe, pushed it to the ground, opened its mouth and bit towards a bleeding wound - but just when the zombie's teeth were about to tear open the ewe's flesh, he suddenly paused, stayed for a moment, turned his head to suck the ewe's milk for a while, and let go of the sheep.

Keeping the sheep rather than eating it right away is more beneficial to the zombie - this inexplicable consciousness came out of nowhere, overriding the zombie's all-devouring nature for the first time, driving him to make the decision not to eat the sheep and raise it. (To be continued......)