"What are you looking for?" In the woods that had begun to dim, Feng Ke threw the fir wood in his hand into his backpack while chatting casually with his companions: "Are you looking for earthworms?" ”

"My dear, I'd like to find it." Mosilair had already dug several holes in the thick snow by digging through the frozen stream with twigs, "This high-protein little thing doesn't fill your stomach, but it can provide the body with much-needed energy in an emergency." ”

"And," said Mosilare, pausing for a moment, "it can also be used as bait for winter fishing, or as bait for improvised traps to hunt careful animals—you see, even a small thing can do a lot in the right hands." ”

"Okay, okay, but I'm not going to swallow that disgusting, mud-eating gadget in my stomach anyway." Kaede touched his nose. "Unless I'm dying of hunger."

"You know, I'm not going to force you, dear." Mosilaire changed places and continued to dig up the snow covering the dirt, "But to find earthworms on such a cold day, you have to dig deep and deep, it's not worth it." ”

"Oh, that's good!" Kaede sighed with relief and raised her eyebrows happily - after all, not having to eat such a slimy little thing in your stomach was a great thing for anyone.

But if you are not looking for earthworms, what other valuable treasures can you look at under this snow layer?

It can't be that poor Mosilaire has gone crazy and wants to play in the mud in the ice and snow, right? What's so fun about mud? Heap castles? And then put a few little clay figurines in it?

"Oops, I found it!"

Feng Ke's cranky thoughts were soon interrupted by the surprised voice of his companion.

"Look, Kaede!" Mosilaire pulled a black mass out of the snow and couldn't wait to call out her name.

"What is this? Moss? Kaede blinked.

"Yes, it's moss!" Mosilaire wiped away some of the snow around him with his arm, exposing a large patch of moss that had been covered, "Look, there are so many! ”

"I don't understand—" Kaede was a little confused, "what's wrong with the moss?" ”

"These mosses are edible, Miss Kaede." Mosilel's eyes were about to glow, "With just a simple treatment, these things will fill our stomachs well!" ”

"My survival experience has taught me that this green lichen doesn't give us much energy." Kaede kindly reminded her partner.

"I don't expect them to provide plenty of energy." Mosilaire smiled bitterly, "It's enough to be full." ”

"Okay, but these things are not easy to digest, and you can't eat too much." Kaede shrugged, but didn't show much resistance to eating moss, because it was better to eat moss than earthworms.

"Alright, let's go." Mosilaire stuffed his backpack with these knick-knacks, which had been simply washed by the stream, and looked up, "It's going to get dark soon." ”

"Actually, it's kind of fun to pinch when you're full of water, Mosilaire." Kaede threw the drained moss from his hands into his companion's backpack, "Do you think someone will buy it for fun?" ”

"I don't think so, let's go." Mosilaire shook his head, "It's hard to leave when it's dark. ”

"Wait a minute—" Kaede suddenly grabbed her shoulder, stood on the snow and listened with bated breath, and after a few seconds, she pressed Mosilaire's shoulder and whispered, "Get down!" ”

Of course, Mosilaire did, though she was still confused.

"What's going on?" The bush twigs on the side of her face tickled her very uncomfortable, but she still lowered her voice like a kitten, and asked Chao Fengke.

"I hear you...... What......" Kaede Ke hesitated, "It's just ahead, not far from us." ”

Mosilaire didn't see anything suspicious in the cracks in the bushes, but she was very patient in the snow for a minute or two.

Soon, some of the movements of the Suo Suo were heard in the sparse woods, and it seemed that there was a tendency to become denser.

"Boom—"

The birdsong and the wind in the woods were hidden in the rising sound, and Mosilaire was a little overwhelmed, and his heart was pounding because of it—what was it hiding behind the trees?

A few shadowy black shadows soon appeared behind the staggered firs, and their hideous, mutilated faces still carried an icy aura - there was no doubt that these were zombies, typical human zombies.

Not wanting to be discovered by them and into their shriveled bellies, Mosilaire quietly squeezed herself into the bushes again—a careful process, as she couldn't make a sound at all.

Behind the first few zombie butts were an extremely large number of undead infected, staggering, ragged, huddled together for unknown reasons, but driven by the same desire to wander from an area that had been utterly evil and rotten to the next living, flesh-filled place.

They have no destination, and the long journey never seems to end.

They are both bloodthirsty thugs and poor fools who have endured the vicissitudes of life.

Surprisingly, most of the corpses of this group of zombies were fresh, and the snow-covered faces that had not yet decomposed had a cold and eerie expression on them.

And judging by the large number of classic tribal outfits they wrap around their bodies, they are all about the same tribe with a tragic fate.

Mosilaire was afraid to look at their faces, but found some small figures in the horde of zombies.

Between these stiff walking corpses, permanently unconscious and soulless, there are also a number of young children, who are also dragging their exposed organs through their stomachs, slowly dragging a trail of their own madness through the soft snow - the virus is fair and ruthless enough.

The zombies' stiff legs were just like this, pulling and rubbing in the white snow, so that the exposed dirt finally pulled out many black sinuous footprints on the pure white earth.

They don't see any urgency, because the long, boring life gives them plenty of time and energy to pursue what their hearts need—but Mosilaire is in a hurry, and so is Kaede.

The sky was about to go dark, but in front of them was a distorted, endless sea of corpses.

Mosilaire lay quietly in the snow-soaked bushes, until the yellowing of the evening turned a heavy black, and she and her companions finally rose slowly from the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Kaede wiped the snow from her face stiffly with her right hand, but when she turned around, she found that Mosilaire was looking in the direction the walking corpse had left and was distracted—but it was pitch black, and there was clearly nothing to see.

"You don't need to have pity for zombies, they're just a rotten mass of rotten flesh manipulated by primitive desires." Feng Ke patted her on the shoulder, thinking that she was shocked by this cruel scene.

"Hmm." Mosilaire replied sullenly, and then withdrew his wandering gaze and turned his attention to the way home.

There was still no snow at night, which was good news.

The way back should not be long, and Feng Ke and Mosilaire walked on the thick cotton snow, occasionally stopping their hurried steps, relying on vague memories and footprints that had been trampled by the corpses to find the right path in the dim light.

The snow is very loose, so there is always a creaking sound when you step on it, but this sound is very harsh and abrupt in the forest where there is no snow falling.

Mosilaire, who was hurrying with his head down, did not like the sound, and always thought that it would attract the attention of some monster in the shadowy woods, and finally their flesh and bones would be silently devoured, leaving only some tattered clothes and belongings.

The bionic eye's night vision did not provide much security to Mosilare, as real hunters would not be aware of their prey - they were often well integrated into the straight trunks and low bushes, hanging from the hunted person until the brutal hunt was complete.

But perhaps it was just that she was too worried, and there were no ferocious predators in the deep forest to scare her.

The way back is indeed not long, even if the environment is dark and blurry and affects their vision, it will be over in more than ten minutes.

There was nothing thrilling on the way, except for a few more unfamiliar figures staggering around the temporary shelter.

Judging from the staggering steps and stiff posture, it was probably some departing zombies who had been attracted - there was only Bender in the temporary shelter, maybe he accidentally made some noise, or maybe it was just the faint blood gas emitted by the stored rabbit meat that the zombies sensitively smelled.

Either way, these communicative and aggressive creatures can't stay near the shelter.

Feng Ke squinted, took out the dagger "corn" from his waist, and began to think about the death of the four walking corpses in his heart - but Mosilaire pulled her hand and shook his head at Feng Ke.

"Don't take unnecessary risks, if you get bitten, it's not worth it." Feng Ke's companion crouched on the ground, set up the charged rifle in his hand, and stared intently at his target.

"My God, you're back, and I'm still thinking you're going to spend the night in the belly of a jackal tonight." Leaning against the wall, Bender breathed a sigh of relief, put down his chain-link shotgun, and played a boring joke on Kaede and Mosilaire as they had slipped into the makeshift shelter.

"Your joke isn't funny at all, Mr. Bender." Feng Ke shook his head, and the snowflakes on his head were thrown out like rain, "And it sounds scary." ”

"yes, it's not funny at all." Mosilaire blocked the doorway with a large chunk of snow and unloaded his heavy backpack.