Click-click-

"Huh?"

Feng Ke pulled the trigger several times in a row, but he never waited for the explosive gunfire - it couldn't be that the bullet in the chamber of the gun was on vacation today, right?

She shrugged her shoulders, but unhurriedly withdrew the bullet from her chamber, dropped it into the pocket of her jacket, pulled the bolt in her hand, and replaced it with another ammunition.

This wasn't new to her, as almost all of the supplies she was using now came from this world—a world that was dying.

These things collected from the abandoned outposts and abandoned military bases must be older than Grandpa Kaede's, and no matter how carefully preserved they were, there will always be waste bombs that will inevitably arise for various reasons—she doesn't care much about these small problems, because living on this wild planet has to learn to accept the undesirable realities that often arise.

Eighty percent of the people who try to be perfect here have a problem with their brains - ah, that's just her personal opinion.

Feng Ke wiped his eyes, wiped off the ice crystals stuck to his eyelashes, and once again aimed the rifle at the zombie.

This guy had already spotted her, but the surrounding low temperature made its body extremely stiff and cold, and its straight legs almost rubbed over the snow step by step.

It's very resilient, and it's a miracle that it wasn't frozen into an ice sculpture by the storm outside the crater.

Kaede loves miracles, but not zombies, especially as this impudent creature is about to eat her, selfishly trying to soothe the never-ending hunger that torments it.

"Ho-"

The zombie struggled to pull its two frozen legs, its wide open mouth spewing out a rotten breath, and its vague ugly face clinging to the ice and snow unabashedly showed its greed and desire for meat.

It was hungry, and Kaede knew it, because she was so hungry that her intestines and stomach were twisted together - she guessed that her expression was as hideous as her evil face, right?

But you have to fight for food, don't you?

So Kaede didn't leave her hand, and there was no need to keep it, she took two steps back before and after the zombie approached her, and her wandering gaze went straight over its outstretched claws and fixed on its frozen head.

"You're ugly—"

Feng Ke muttered something in a low voice before the shot, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

Click-

The gun still didn't go off.

This was really unexpected, but smart people have always been second-hand prepared to do things.

So Kaede Ke put away his "Survivor" and pulled out a glittering dagger from his waist.

"Hey!"

With a wave of her hand, she caught the fool's attention, and before it pounced on her, she deftly rolled to the other side, stretched out her leg and kicked the zombie in the ass, causing it to fall on its back into the snow, splashing a shallow cloud of snow.

This is purely to bully its slow and stupid movements, but Feng Ke will not have any psychological burden in his heart because of this obscene way of fighting.

Before the zombie could prop up its body from the ground with its mutilated arms, Feng Ke had already jumped onto its back, holding the fiberglass dagger and stabbing it into the back of the zombie's neck.

The flesh frozen in ice and snow is solid, but it still can't stop this work of art that has been carefully crafted by a master swordsmith.

She's always wanted the best—before she even came to this planet.

The intricately carved dagger with a thousand layers of gold at the grip was called "Dragon's Kiss" until it reached her hand, but she didn't like the fancy name, so she called it "corn" from then on.

Oh, in this era, most of the genetically modified corn planted and cultivated by humans is light blue, and it looks a little similar to the indigo color of fiberglass - only the color will be a little similar, and generally speaking, ordinary people will not associate a flashing blue short dagger with a cold light as a genetically modified corn cob.

The zombie with its spine cut off its spine twitched a few times before it was silent, and became a hard corpse in the snow.

Feng Ke, who was pressed on the zombie's back, waited for a while, and only stood up with confidence after making sure that this guy was completely dead.

She casually played with a knife flower, pinned the "corn" back to her belt, and carefully looked at the uninvited guest who fell from the sky.

An unstripped knitted hat, a faded set of tattered trousers, and a large backpack strapped behind it are all clear signs that it was once a fearless mountaineer - this zombie must have been so old that it may have been buried forever in the snowy mountains before the war that destroyed the planet began.

As for why Feng Ke dared to think that it was an ancient zombie, it was because she really didn't believe that there were still people who could be born in the midst of hunger and fear, and had such leisure to climb the mountain to see the water, climb the mountain and look far away.

It should have rotted and dissolved in the long years of civilization collapse, but its exposed musculature was well preserved, and it looked as plump and vivid as a frozen fresh sea fish—it was strange.

Even in such a cold region, there is always a short, warm summer every year - where did it come from? Further north, permafrost and extreme cold?

It must have traveled far, far away, struggling through the damp and endless tundra in the light white sun, and staggering through the boreal shrubs that grew sparsely on the black soil in the bright stars of the polar regions. It trampled on sharp gravel, tore away branches that blocked its path, cold winds and torrential rains failed to bring it down, and the chirping of birds echoing through the forest was its supreme hymn—what was it that called to it? That's a good question to ponder.

Kaede Ke has never been good at thinking, and compared to the advanced problems that make her sleepy, she is generally more concerned about boring trivial things such as where to play and what to eat. So she rudely ripped off the zombie's black backpack, only to find that there was a big hole rotten under the big bag that had been soaked in the rain for an unknown number of times—no matter how many good things had been in it, they had already leaked little by little in the past long distance.

Feng Ke rummaged through it several times, and finally threw this cold, hard, empty and broken thing into the corner of the snow pit. But there's something useful about the zombie, and at least the big ball of rope on its shoulder looks pretty good - probably.

Feng Ke unloaded it, took it in his hand and stretched it vigorously - the strength of the rope was better than she expected, although the outer layer was a little cracked and brittle due to the long wind and sun, but if it was wanted to be folded in half, it should not be a problem for a slender lady to climb up and down.

Kaede then shifted his gaze to the scattered bones on the ground, trying to find the right parts in the crunchy rotten stuff to combine with the rope in his hand into a simple hook.

After squatting on the ground and picking for a while, she finally selected two relatively hard bones, which were probably the mandibles left by large animals such as wild boars, which were tied together by her and twisted into the shape of a bilateral arrow with a power symbol.

In order to ensure that their connection is safe and reliable, Feng Ke deliberately used a climbing rope to repeatedly wrap around the connection several times to make it at least look strong.

She swung the shoddy hook rope and threw it a few times before she hooked something outside the snow pit, rubbed her hands, Feng Ke tried to climb up half a meter before letting go and jumping down - although the wind and snow outside looked smaller, it was really not a smart choice to rush in such a dark and cold night, if you lost your way in the snow because of this, it would be a real and complete end.

For her own sake, and for the sake of the two unconscious well-wishers in the makeshift shelter, she decided to stop her hurried return journey for the time being, and wait until dawn the next day to get out of the hole.

Lacking the tools she needed, Mr. "Survivor" couldn't be taken apart by her to examine it closely, but several unsuccessful shots that Kaede had tried to make convinced that the previous two failed attempts to fire should not be the bullet's problem.

Maybe it was broken somewhere, or maybe it was just the firing pin that came loose, who knows?

The cavern was unexpectedly warm, and although the abominable inverted structure trapped her, it also blocked the winds and snowflakes swirling outside, keeping the air inside in a relatively static state.

But she was still cold.

In order to prevent a possible night attack, Feng Ke, who was alone, did not dare to fall asleep at will, but just held the dagger and shrunk in the corner to pretend to sleep, recovering the physical strength consumed during the day in this inefficient way.

Half-asleep, Kaede had a series of bizarre dreams, some of which were light-hearted and full of imagination, and some of which made her heart pound and suddenly wake up in a panic. When she opened her eyes again, the clear and quiet sky made her a little trance and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.

It's clear, it's time to go back.

She packed her small bag and looked up.

The sunlight outside the cave is just right, and the light contains pleasant pulse warmth. The little snowflakes that slid down in the fresh air spent the night covering the vicissitudes of life on the ground, and at this time they were also cutely trying to cover her upturned face.

But they are too small, and their equally small efforts are doomed to be futile.

Hopefully not falling in mid-air.

She wrapped her hands around the thick rope folded in half, praying in her heart.