The two quietly walked through the community and looked at the scene outside the community. The night wind was blowing, and the cold wind was also mixed with a sense of chill. Zhou Zuifeng grabbed Huo Yingqing's hand and placed her hand in his palm. Write one stroke at a time:
——Isn’t it okay to just make a sound to attract zombies?
His fingers traced across the palm of his hand, and Huo Yingqing felt a little itchy and uncomfortable. Finally, after he finished writing, Huo Yingqing grabbed his hand, lowered his head and wrote word by word:
——Yes, but not enough, and people from Building 4 will not come out.
She lowered her head, and her upturned hair brushed against the tip of Zhou Zuifeng's nose. He wanted to sneeze, but his cheeks felt inexplicably hot, making him look away absentmindedly.
In order to prevent his nose from being attacked by broken hair again, Zhou Zuifeng leaned close to Huo Yingqing's ear, put his hands to his mouth and asked in a breathy voice: "Then where are we going now?"
Huo Yingqing imitated his method, stood on tiptoes, and whispered something in his ear, breathing softly on his cheek. Zhou Zuifeng listened and smiled bitterly.
It's better to write on the palm of your hand.
After the long list of plans ended, Zhou Zuifeng nodded, took out his mobile phone and said, "My mobile phone is almost out of battery. I only have one chance now."
"Wait for my news."
Huo Yingqing nodded. When the two of them were about to part ways at the intersection, she did not forget to look back: "If the phone is almost out of battery and I haven't come back, then you should go back to Building 9 and don't wait."
"I will wait for you."
Zhou Zuifeng was surprisingly stubborn, and his eyes did not have the usual childish look. The inexplicable sense of seriousness made Huo Yingqing confused for a moment, and she could only pat his hand comfortingly.
Also, if it were her, she wouldn't be willing to let go of such a capable doomsday partner as Zhou Zhufeng.
Huo Yingqing watched Zhou Zuifeng climb over the wall and return to the community, and he also walked in the established direction.
Zombies are not that active in the dark night. Huo Yingqing accidentally encountered a few on the road, but they just stood there aimlessly, like motionless wood sculptures. The night wind blew on him, bringing a wave of wind from the soles of his feet. The chill, coupled with the humanoid zombies standing still on the street, was terrifying.
There is a large shopping mall a few kilometers away from the community, and Huo Yingqing's goal is there.
The scene along the way was eerie and terrifying. The road was full of cars that collided with each other. Inside a luxury sports car, the dead who had not had time to mutate into zombies had completely rotted away after a month of air erosion. Under the exquisite and luxurious clothes , the originally smooth skin shriveled, and the flesh and tissues were completely rotten, leaving only the last skeleton, supporting their last bit of dignity as human beings.
Such a terrifying and powerless scene occupied the once bustling street scene. As the only living person on this street, Huo Yingqing felt particularly sad.
How many people are as lucky as her and have a chance to come back?
Huo Yingqing walked lightly and ran quickly towards the shopping mall against the wall. After running for about ten minutes, he found the shadow of the shopping mall.
In the apocalypse, no one had time to lock the mall, and no one turned off the lights in the mall. People always feel more at ease when they see the light. Huo Yingqing ducked into it, but he ran into a zombie salesperson head-on.
Fortunately, she didn't make much noise, and immediately held her breath when she saw the zombie. The zombie came close to her, and the fishy smell hit her face. Even though Huo Yingqing had covered her mouth and nose, the putrid smell was still a little bit there. Eye.
The salesperson zombie didn't feel any moving objects, and Huo Yingqing didn't have any special smell. It circled around Huo Yingqing and then walked away slowly.
Huo Yingqing slowly exhaled and began to search in the bright shopping mall.
Perhaps when the apocalypse breaks out, people subconsciously run out of the door, but there are not many people in the mall. The ground is covered with blood prints and traces of nails. Occasionally, there will be corpses whose heads have been eaten by zombies. There are no living people. Mark of.
There was a sports goods store on the first floor. The glass store door was smashed into pieces. Huo Yingqing picked up a sports backpack and packed a few pairs of shoes that looked good. He also picked up some useful small items. object, and stuffed the baseball bat in his hand into the side of his backpack.
While continuing to search around, Huo Yingqing suddenly heard an unexpected voice:
"Brother Feng, I have rummaged through the things here when I came here before. There is not enough food left in those snack shops."
Although the sound was very quiet in the empty and scary shopping mall, it was particularly noticeable. Huo Yingqing quickly found a clothing store and hid himself among the models.
Soon, another person's voice rang out: "Snack shops are on the one hand. This time our target is the restaurant chefs. Generally, chefs will leave some inventory. Flour and cooking oil are more cost-effective than snacks." high."
Huo Yingqing immediately recognized the owner of that voice.
Huo Feng.
As expected, he is the protagonist. Even without the help of her villa, he can still find someone who is willing to take advantage of him.
Who is it?
Huo Yingqing remained motionless, staring at the leading figure.
After not seeing each other for a month, Huo Feng had obviously lost weight. After all, in the last life, Huo Yingqing had food and drink in his villa, and all the fresh ingredients were transported by air. Huo Feng and his son were not wronged at all. This time, they only ate What nutritional supplements can Huo Feng have for snacks? It’s better than nothing.
Huo Yingqing looked down at herself again. With Zhou Zuifeng's professional nutrition advice and some fitness exercises in addition to daily care, her current physical condition must be better than the one who ran 800 meters for six minutes before.
Those voices were getting closer and closer, and soon, new voices came into Huo Yingqing's ears: "Brother Feng, when we transport the things back... do we need to distribute them to others?"
Huo Feng replied confidently: "Of course. If we are more capable than others, we should bear more responsibilities than others. It is our mission as men to take things back and distribute them to those women and children."
It seems to be correct, but...
Huo Yingqing couldn't help but sneer secretly in her heart.
In her previous life, she took the lead in participating in the exploration team. She ate, lived, and died together with the exploration team members. Many girls also joined her team and contributed to the doomsday safety station. They relied on their own efforts in exchange for supplies, not Purely relying on the charity of Huo Feng's machismo.
They are just women, not useless people.
Therefore, there was no conflict between men and women in the last life, and Huo Feng's subordinates would not have any objections. But this time, since the subordinate asked this question, there was naturally some dissatisfaction in his heart.
Therefore, it is okay to regard women as a vulnerable group that needs protection, but it is not necessary.
Huo Feng, you are still young this time.
