Ji Shou found a place to live in a mobile house next to the abandoned construction site.

This is an unfinished contracted land, ten years ago, it was booming, and the developers from other places said that they wanted to build a factory here, but the gang was a liar, a leather bag company, and half of the development was carried out with the money, and I heard that it was to go to a foreign country, and there was no way to find it.

So this place has become a thorn in the hand, originally located on the edge of the area, a barren, workers holding signs to collect debts, in just half a month, from a hot new area, into a ruin.

It also made headlines, and almost everyone in the city knew about it.

The reason why I chose this place to live is because no one will come, and a place where no one is here means safety, and there will be no living corpses.

That kind of good house, even if it is a homestead in the countryside, there will be living corpses, and for him as a living person, there is an extremely high risk, although he will not be infected by the air, but if he is scratched, I am afraid that he will not survive.

There was some rain leakage in this house, it didn't matter, he found tiles to fill the holes, he used a paint bucket to make a fire to keep warm, slept in that bunk bed, and found a thick warm quilt.

He converted the next room into a storage warehouse, storing the food and clean water he found.

There were bamboo poles hanging in the corridor outside, and when the weather was fine, he hung his clothes there.

He had been in crisis several times, and the uniform had become tattered, but he did not throw it away, but used it as a memorial and hung it in a place where he could see it.

He lives alone, except that there is no one to communicate with, and he is doing well.

He exercised every day, and he developed this habit when he was in the army, he maintained a good figure, and with the remaining bullets and guns, he scavenged back a batch of food and medicine without danger, and he used a ledger to record what he had, a special ledger, how much to take, and it was written in great detail.

He tried to find the living, but in his range of activities, he had never encountered a living person, and the armies that had appeared had disappeared.

Before the army left, someone gave him a satellite phone and some professional manuals on firearms, and he tried to call that phone later, but there was no response, and he didn't know if something was wrong with the army.

Even if he was alone, he survived strongly.

He has good health management and psychological management, although he sometimes feels lonely, but at night, sitting in front of the brazier, stroking the ring in the palm of his hand, looking at the reflection of the city outside the window, thinking about the past ten years of living in the city, his heart is still hot.

After about half a year of living like this, he ran out of bullets, and that day he planned to visit a nearby supermarket, hoping that the bullets would help him harvest another batch of food.

It was that day that he picked up a stray dog.

The lame, ugly, dirty dog, I don't know where it came from, it was lucky to survive, a group of living corpses chased it, and after half a year, these living corpses are no more than they were at the beginning, they are more or less decomposed, their speed and reaction have become sluggish, and they are better to deal with.

The dog ran into the construction site, into a cement pipe, and he followed, hesitated for a moment, and with the only bullets left, shot a total of twelve living corpses.

The number of twelve, he did not dare to use melee weapons, once wounded, he was dead.

He poked the shivering puppy out with a clothes pole and brought it back to the room.

It looked really ugly, skinny, with moss, bare, with small bumps growing on its skin, covered in muddy water, and a bad smell.

Ji Shou boiled hot water to bathe it, and there were too many mosses on its body, too deep, and they all grew into the flesh.

He helped it cut off all its hair, fed it as much food as possible, dried it, gave it precious medicine, and patiently took care of it for almost a month, and finally it grew new hair and survived.

Life is fragile, but it is also tenacious.

So he had a roommate, this puppy, and he named the puppy Xiaobai because its new hair was white.

When it rained, he sat in front of the brazier with the little one in his arms, quietly watching the dancing flames and listening to the sound of the rain.

He picks up a red frisbee and uses it to tease the little one.

The little one's sense of smell is very sensitive, and he can find food that he can't find, and he is considered to have lost his horse, and although he lost his bullet, he relied on this little dog to find some food.

He studied firearms manuals, learned to make his own bullets, and learned to modify guns to make them more accessible.

He lived near this prefabricated house for three years, and he could no longer find food nearby, so he had to change places.

When I left, I didn't take too many things with me, and I could fit in one bag.

He moved to a new place of residence, closer to the city.

He lived here for more than two years, and he felt like an isolated hunter, with a clever hound, hunting alone in a dangerous world.

The world doesn't seem to change back to the way it was, but he still lives tenaciously, he doesn't want to forget the people he loves, he doesn't want to forget everything he once had.

He watched and remembered alone, he remembered the scenery here, he used to be a traffic policeman, and the traffic police had to go through all the intersections and remember the map of the city.

He knew every street, he had stood guard at that crossroads, stood straight in the middle of the road, and directed traffic with gestures, but there was no more traffic here, only the silence of death, and the living dead wandering there.

It's been six years soon, and he thinks that if nothing happened, if the world hadn't changed, he must have been married.

His wedding will definitely be held by the sea, he will take the bride's hand, come to his mother, hug her, maybe the self-reliant woman will shed tears.

He should still have a child, and if all goes well, the child should be four or five years old by now, already the age when he can talk, he can walk, he will call his parents, and he will run towards him.

He can hug and kiss the people he loves.

But none of this was going to happen, he held the diamond ring he had bought a long time ago, and used a knife to engrave his lover's name on the ring of the ring.

In fact, there is no need to engrave, he has never forgotten, whether it is his lover or his mother, he remembers, remembers very clearly, remembers the way they laughed.

He counted the days in his heart, counting them little by little.

It's been almost six years. The agreed wedding has been postponed for six years

Looking at the withered yellow leaves falling outside the window, he thought, time flies so fast, it's autumn again.

(End of chapter)