A zombie's final journey

When did mother leave?

Linduoduo closed her eyes, she found those memories inexplicably vague, like it has been a long time, but also as if it was a few days ago.

Day after day life does not change at all, the sense of time will become dull, she can clearly remember the last time to eat locust flowers, is last spring, but from last spring to this spring in the middle of what happened, but mostly very vague.

It's as if the months are missing and compressed, and each day is similar, and the brain merges them.

She remembers the winter being cold, but she doesn't remember how she got through it.

Before you know it, the zombie is restless in the early morning.

"What are you doing, white?" Lin Duoduo came out to find that he was not restless, but hopping there, she did not understand, a face puzzled to ask.

She thought there was danger, just like when the zombie was outside the wall that day, white Xiao looked urgent. I thought his infection was getting worse, he was suddenly unconscious, manic like a wild animal, and now he doesn't even look like one.

"Exercise."

White Xiao stopped the broadcast gymnastics, take a look at the clothes out of the forest Duoduo, the gun in her hand just down.

"Safe." White Xiao said.

Linduoduo looked at him.

"Radio gymnastics." White Xiao a little strange, "No?"

Linduoduo shook his head: "Never seen."

White Xiao is even more strange, if according to his previous speculation, it is the end of the 1970s and 1980s, broadcast gymnastics should be popular when, as a mass sports activity, without equipment, as long as limited venues can be carried out.

It is a very important way of fitness among the people, and there have even been scenes of millions of people doing radio gymnastics.

"Now, time?" White Xiao wanted to ask, his expression seriously.

"Six o 'clock." Linduoduo looked at the horizon, the sun had not come up, perhaps not until six o 'clock.

White Xiao paused for a moment, "Which year?"

"Then you never know."

Lin Duoduo carelessly went back to the house, put down the gun and changed her clothes, and when she saw the photos of the family on the table, she suddenly remembered that very early on, in the mouth of the family, there was indeed a way to remember the year of the animal, saying that she was a dog, and it was not, as if she was born in the year of the dog.

But those memories had been mixed up, and she did not know that those dogs and sheep, if they met a mutated dog outside, would only give it a shot.

Wear good to go out, white Xiao did not exercise, but sat on the ground to read the book.

White Xiao found himself ignoring the book will generally be printed in the corner of the printed in which year, perhaps the impact of the infection made him anxious to become normal, thus ignoring this kind of detail.

Edition of the Encyclopaedia of Knowledge / 1st edition, February 2012, printing run / 6th printing, January 2014.

Printing time does not represent the time now, the book is very old, the paper has been yellow, white Xiao leng for a long time, he looked at the courtyard of the tattered foot pedal three rounds, and that incomprehensible pressure well.

He remembered something more, when he was first bitten by the zombie, the street was strewn with abandoned cars, covered with thick dust, weeds poking out of the Windows.

Lin Duoduo in the hand pressure wooden pole, and then the water came out, she washed a face, do not know what white Xiao hair Leng.

"Amazing." White Xiao said.

The world is so strange.

"Yes, you're amazing." Linduoduo is squeezing toothpaste, carefully, dare not squeeze more, a little is enough.

White Xiao dont speak, he now also say not good, a hurry more say not quick words, say not quick lead to more irritability.

We'll know when we get it back.

"Does exercise help?"

Lin Duoduo brush teeth see white Xiao still sitting there did not move, want to ask.

"It works."

White Xiao responded, took off braces, picked up a toothbrush, he is still in treatment.

Stiff limbs, reduced pain, confused speech, increased aggression...

And the urge to drool over Linduoda.

Linduoduo did not end the gun to go out, today she wanted to rest, rest will not really idle, but sit on the threshold, holding a cloth carefully wipe the gun, check the parts.

Her peripheral vision saw white Xiao head down, sniffing on the arm. White Xiao has changed his original broken clothes, put on yesterday Lin Duoduo brought back, still fit.

"No smell, clean." Linduoduo did not lift his head.

"Myself." White Xiao said.

What he smelled was not the clothes, but the smell of himself, and whether he would have the putrid smell of other zombies after changing the clothes, and the result was optimistic, and there was nothing to smell.

Do not know that kind of smell because of infection or because the zombie is not clean for a long time natural odor, in the case of bathing and changing clothes, white Xiao did not smell their own body odor.

It also confirms that his infection is under control.

White Xiao looked at the basin, very tangled want to take a look at their current appearance, he is afraid of his face has been zombified, and the previous life to see those movies, scary. Because things are blurred, the eyes are probably changed.

Consider for a long time, white Xiao or the past, covered the face, slowly moved the hand, a little exposed chin. The jaw is in good condition, and the lips are a little pale, which should be the cause of weakness. Further up, white Xiao more and more uneasy.

"Are you sure you want to see it?" Linduoduo noticed the way he squatted there.

This question let white Xiao heart cool half, he felt that Linduoduo will not be so bad taste - not even the kind of bad consciousness, just simply ask a sentence, also contains good intentions.

"Always."

You have to face it.

White Xiao came out with a breath, showing his eyes, his heart sank, also some relief, mood became complicated, do not know the sad or happy.

It is not as serious as imagined, in his consciousness, the zombies will become only the whites of their eyes, and their eyeballs will be very scary, even in the daytime.

Luckily it didn't turn out that way.

But in the end, there is an impact, white Xiao looked at the reflection in the basin, the water light flashed, his eyes dull, congeal, there is no human ingenuity, no vitality, as if the eyes of the dead. The white of the eye is covered with blood, it looks like the whole eye is red, even the pupil is faint red.

"It's much better, the other day you were rolling your eyes at me, you couldn't even say anything, now..." Linduoduo sat on the threshold and stopped talking and tilted his head.

It's amazing to be able to talk when you're infected, but it's impossible to ask for much more.

White Xiao did not speak, looking down at the basin.

Good.

It's time to do eye exercises.