Eric used to waking up early, and he opened his eyes as soon as the sky was white. Habitually rubbed his shoulders, got up and stretched his back again. He is used to sleeping by sitting against the wall, and the benefits are needless to say, but the disadvantage is that he will feel a sore back after a long time, and his shoulders are the same.

It was a secluded building he had found yesterday afternoon to spend the night. It was a small pre-disaster inn. The décor is almost rotten. But Eric thinks he's supposed to have stayed here a few years ago. I don't remember clearly.

Lift the curtain a little bit, don't dare to force it, the curtain is already very rotten and will be torn down.

There was just a light outside, and the zombies on the street were still slowly wandering around.

Eric is observant, a pastime practiced in the midst of endless loneliness. He found that it seemed that the zombies in the city were becoming more and more numerous. Although this is a large city for France, the total population is not large compared to other cities in the world. Before the disaster, it was less than 1.5 million.

One and a half million people, even if seventy percent have become zombies, that is one million and fifty thousand. This scale and density has been familiar to Eric over the past two decades. Recently, however, he has noticed that this density is slowly changing. Some zombies from elsewhere are filling the decaying city.

Eric looked down the street, where there were zombies from elsewhere. Even zombies from Orleans. Don't ask him how he knows, because it's clear that there is a zombie on the street with the words "Orleans Police Department" printed on its clothes.

Could it be that the zombies are migrating east?

Eric thought to himself many times. And he has been calculating what kind of impact and opportunities he will bring if his guess is true. Maybe he'll be found by the zombies and torn apart, or he'll be able to stay in the city until he finishes himself. Or could he take the opportunity to leave?

Excited? Not at all. In the past twenty years, Eric has tried to leave the city countless times. But disappointment always accompanies him. The number of disappointments and failures is too much, and the flame of hope in my heart is silent, and it is not so simple to rekindle it.

Breakfast was two potatoes. This is Eric himself who grows it. In addition to the potatoes, there was also half a charred carcass of an unknown animal, less than half a foot. It's a rat alien beast. After it is burnt, it can be eaten, and the taste will not be mentioned.

Eric's habit is to have two meals a day, morning and evening. After this meal, all he needed to do was to carefully follow the path he had explored, and continue to rummage through the city that he had searched several times, to see what he had overlooked and could be used to live.

Climb from the window to the roof. Wrap yourself around yourself with mental power, so that you don't make footsteps, and you can effectively shield yourself from the smell. Although Eric already stinks, some high-level zombies still smell the difference between him and carrion.

Today I'm going to the outskirts of the city to the east. There were a lot of zombies over there, and they were brought there when the army was besieging the city and a large number of survivors fled. There are quite a few business districts over there, and there are many places in them that Eric hasn't searched carefully. There could be a little more missing.

Of course, Eric was reluctant to go any way closer. Because there are two huge super zombies sleeping there. I don't know when I'll wake up.

Speaking of this kind of super zombie, Eric is also very puzzled. In the beginning, there were no such zombies in the city. It came out of nowhere a few years ago. He even witnessed how a super zombie was born. For this reason, he was trapped in a building for almost two weeks, and almost starved to death.

Nothing went wrong along the way, and Eric arrived at his planned location just before noon. However, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, always feeling that something different would happen today, and he was very worried, and he became more cautious.

Standing on the roof of a building, Eric looked out from afar, and from a distance of eight or nine hundred meters, he could still easily see the two super zombies in the distance who were leaning against several houses and falling asleep. The huge size makes them look like two mountains of meat, exuding a strong aura that not only Eric does not dare to approach, but also the zombies on the street never dare to approach.

Never mind. Don't go over it. Just do it as planned.

I also want to go over and get close to those two super zombies, because there is a large shopping mall nearby. As long as you don't wake up these two zombies, there are so many things in the mall that no one has ever gone in to dig them. But the sanity in his heart stopped Eric from this dangerous thought.

But just as Eric was about to continue to search for the rags, a melodious and melodious bell slowly floated from a distance. It fell into his ears like a thunderbolt, and Eric froze on the spot. The incredulity in his eyes made him stunned for a moment.

The ringtones are slowly getting clearer and clearer.

It's not an illusion!

Someone!

Living!

Eric finally came to his senses, abandoned his plan, and sped to the very edge of the city he had been to. And that's exactly where the bell came from.

Soon, as the bell rang louder and louder, Eric came to the very edge he could. Further on, there is a large expanse of low-rise houses and wide square streets. The zombies covered on it are like a desperate isolation belt, so that Eric has been trapped here for more than twenty years.

"Oh my God, what did I see!" said Eric. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a ridiculous-looking tricycle in the distance! The bell rang from this tricycle.

The picture in front of me is like a small boat suddenly appearing in a zombie river, although the boat is small, but it is not flooded by the river, and it is moving straight forward unhurriedly.

"Why did the zombies avoid it, was it because of the ringing?" said Eric, lying on the roof of the building in the distance, staring at it all with horror in his eyes. Suddenly he thought of something, stood up, shook his arms, but instead of shouting, he pulled out a strange pistol from behind his waist and fired a dazzling red flare in the other direction with a bang.

And the direction of the flare is the direction where the two huge super zombies are located. He wanted to remind the tricycle below to run. Otherwise, the bell will wake up the two huge zombies. And cyclists will also be trampled into pulp. Eric didn't want his kind to die in front of his eyes.

The flare succeeded in allowing several people on the tricycle to spot Eric. Eric even saw a young man standing up in the car, waving at him in response, and the car was coming in the direction of him.

"That's it! Attract zombies, attract zombies. There's no regret about seeing your kind before you die. In Eric's opinion, the behavior of the following people is looking for death, and it is certain death. Now come to him. When the two super zombies are woken up, everything will be silent, including him.

(End of chapter)