Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Ten minutes later, Moze walked out of the bathroom lightly.

With wet hair and unspeakable tiredness, he slowly waved to Chen Simeng who was holding wet clothes.

The feeling of comfort after taking a hot bath merged with the burnout after release, making Moze just want to find a quiet corner and lie down for a while.

The two of them who had had enough of playing with the blood-stained clothes were pressed in the bathtub and stomped all over with their feet.Anyway, it was an imitation made by imitation, so I don't have so many scruples... Even cutting with a knife may not be able to cut through it at one time. As a matter of fact, Moser really can't believe that they can be washed bad by himself.

The reason why I dare to wash clothes is because I saw the not-so-obvious small grid at the door of the bathroom... There are disposable bathrobes in it, which are specially provided for residents who have not changed their clothes.

And there is a notice board next to the bathrobe. In the living room, there is a very efficient dryer, which hangs wet clothes in it. Under the condition of maximum power, it only takes 10 minutes to dry the original clothes. Drip clothes become drier.

If it weren't for these objective conditions, Moze wouldn't have dared to throw those smelly clothes into the bathtub.

Qian Qiuxue had already fallen asleep under the comfortable massage, except for the soft snoring, only the regular hum of the dryer remained in the living room.

Glancing at the unobstructed open-air balcony, Moze used a little strength to hit the balcony door leading to the balcony with a short knife a few times.Except for the fine white powder falling slightly, only a small white spot can be found on the glass, which can prove that the knocking just now is not an illusion.

The balcony door, which is obviously made of bulletproof glass, made Moze stunned, then turned to Chen Simeng who was still studying where the dryer was making the humming sound, and said, "Let's go, let's take a look at the last room." What's in the room."

Holding the dagger backwards, Mo Ze signaled Chen Simeng to stand by the side of the door, and casually opened the last room that hadn't been opened yet.

There is no danger, it should be half a kitchen or something. When I opened the door, I saw a seemingly famous oil painting. Under the canvas was a clean microwave oven that seemed to have never been used.

There is a large refrigerator with double doors in the corner. On the door of the cabinet, there is a shiny silver post-it note that writes the storage dates of the food and fruits in each compartment in the refrigerator.

Compared with the date I saw on the GPS map before, the things in the refrigerator were just put in at nine o'clock last night. It seems that the appearance of zombies is just a few short hours between midnight and early morning. Compared with the spread of the virus, which took several weeks before the infected person appeared, it was frighteningly fast.

However, this is also part of the test of the pioneers. They seem to want to find the source of the virus outbreak. If it is a virus that infects so fast, don't they need to look for it on the earth?Moser really doesn't believe that any country can use genetic technology to create completely unreasonable creatures like zombies.

On the wall next to the refrigerator, there was a square opening blocked by a metal trapdoor. Moser, who used to run to the back kitchen of the hotel when he was playing, knew that this was an elevator specially used to deliver food.But even if there is electricity now, it is impossible for someone to transport food from this elevator.

So Moser's goal is still the glamorous refrigerator.

Opening the refrigerator door, a variety of food appeared in front of Moze along with the cold white smoke.

The ice cream decorated with cherries and cream is obviously a prepared cocktail and refrigerated milk tea.

Stewed abalone with red bean, French steak and an unknown soup whose soup has solidified are neatly arranged in the refrigerator.

The reason why I can know what are the dishes wrapped in several layers of insulation film and packed in translucent food boxes is entirely because of those plastic paper strips with a little ice slag.The name of the food, the labeling of the ingredients, and the time from when it is in the microwave to when it can be eaten again are all clearly written.

Even so, there are still most of the food that Moser can't name, which is stored in the freezer and freezer of the refrigerator.

If you don't understand it, you don't understand it, but Moze knows that it must be edible, and in this situation, even if you don't eat it, it is a waste. Looking at the stock in the refrigerator, it must be enough for five people to eat two meals.

When it came to eating, Moze realized that he had already begun to protest dissatisfied after eating a piece of bread.

It is impossible to hear the wailing of the sporadic zombies downstairs on the seventh floor, not to mention that the sound insulation effect of this suite is also impeccable. If the other three people are still unwilling to eat this dinner under such circumstances, Moser can only let them eat bread and drink cold water in the car.

Thinking of this, Mozer pulled the tray on the table and took out the food boxes from the refrigerator one by one.

The process... can't avoid noisy voices...

"Who knows what gcecherrystardecrot means!"

"And your aanfriedsmallvillet is so weird! It looks like a steak? But I only understand the United States and Xiao! You will die if you just write the Chinese name!"

"Lastardeluie? Fortunately, it has a Chinese name... Han Bing Xing Chen Ye Yu? Isn't this just a cup... Forget it, foreigners can play."

The voice of disgust and complaints continued until Moze emptied half of the refrigerator. Moze raised his eyebrows at the completely colorful food, and took out five chopsticks and five soup spoons from the cutlery basket on the table. It was conveniently placed on the tray just now.

Although there seemed to be steak and lamb chops in the food, the tableware in this world was obviously no different from his own world.Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and Mo Ze couldn't believe that the three people outside couldn't even eat steak with chopsticks!

It was a dark night outside the window, but the room was filled with a touch of warmth.

Under the warm light, Moze was wearing a simple bathrobe and talking to himself, busy in front of the microwave oven. For some reason, Chen Si dreamed of the one who was wearing a yellow and white apron and made for himself in a vague memory. The silhouette of rice.

The same kindness and concern, and also never disliked his half-disabled body, that person seems to have a term in his memory, which exists exclusively for this person...

"Mom?" Just as the small voice came out, it was covered by a beep after the microwave oven finished heating, and Chen Simeng, who was awakened by this, shook his head violently, and lay on Mo Ze's back strangely.

In the blurred memory due to the virus, there are two images of "mothers", one of whom is prone to verbal violence against herself, without any loving feelings.Chen Simeng believed that if it wasn't for the disease called hemophilia in his memory, his daily life would definitely be more tormented.

The image of the other mother is even more vague. She is a slightly tall and strong woman who loves to laugh and likes herself very much.Ai hugged herself and whispered, she couldn't remember the content at all, but Chen Simeng knew that her mood at that time was satisfied and enjoyed.

Rubbing Mo Ze's body hard twice, Chen Simeng groaned uncomfortably and let out a long breath.

It seemed to be the same after that, I leaned on the back of "mother", and then...the white room, the thin quilt covering her cheeks, the ugly father and the unknown man...

The painful feeling swept through Chen Simeng's body almost instantly, but when Mo Ze strangely pulled Chen Simeng off his back, squatted down and watched Chen Simeng sitting slumped on the ground, he hugged Mo Ze fiercely , buried his face in the collar of the snow-white bathrobe, and burst into tears wantonly.

Chen Simeng finally understood that the reason why he was the first to choose Mo Ze as his follower under the influence of the virus became extremely clear. It was not only caused by the tiny virus, but also because of his subconscious wish for such a thing to happen.

The strengthening of the body by the blv virus is not purely for the survival of the virus itself. They live in symbiosis with the host, and they want to live more than the host itself.As part of Moze's subconscious mind, the fact that the source can communicate with the blv virus is enough to show that the transformation of the host by the virus is not simply limited to physical fitness.

The main consciousness has forgotten the biological mother who brought warmth and love to him, but the subconscious still remembers it.After meeting Mo Ze who doesn't care about his stepmother's words and is still willing to be with him, Chen Simeng feels the long-lost love.

At that time, Mo Ze didn’t even know that his thinking that “the best respect for the sick, weak and disabled is to treat them as normal people” would have such a big impact on Chen Simeng.

He just felt that Chen Simeng was too polite, and wanted to find out why he was so shy as a teenager, but it turned into Chen Simeng's subconscious expression of love.

Others, including Chen Simeng's father, were more or less curious and alienated from a teenager with hemophilia.

In the eyes of most people, hemophiliacs are untouchable glass people. China's traditional thinking of avoiding diseases and avoiding medical treatment also made Chen Simeng's father unwilling to take Chen Simeng to the hospital for a more in-depth examination.

What's more, his first wife died because of improper rescue in the hospital, and he no longer believed in the staff in white clothes in the building that smelled of disinfectant.

The coincidences and misunderstandings made Chen Simeng very lonely.After all, who would dare to keep company with a hemophiliac whose slight scrape could kill him?

However, Chen Simeng's condition was not that serious at all. He even started to get involved in extreme sports after taking protective measures to prove himself.

In the eyes of those who already had a stereotyped prejudice against him, Chen Simeng did not change much, but it made him know a young man who had a certain understanding of various diseases.

"Hey, Chen Simeng? Stupid and cute? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Mo Ze patted the back of the crying boy helplessly. Mo Ze originally thought that this kind of thing that shed tears at the slightest disagreement was an exaggerated art form, but he didn't expect to be able to I was met by myself once.

The cordial greetings and the aroma of the heated food made Chen Simeng see the woman who had passed away long ago, and waved to him with a smile.

"It's nothing... suddenly... I thought of my mother..." Hugging Mo Ze who was even more confused, Chen Simeng pulled the napkin on the table, wiped away the tears and snot, and lay down on the soft clothes covered with tears. Collar snickered.

"Moze, you look like my mother."

"what?"

"fine"