Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

"Well, have you eaten this stuff before?" Holding a bag of so-called donkey meat in sauce that originally sold for more than 70 yuan, Moze opened the vacuum-sealed bag, and the fragrant meat smell penetrated his nostrils. Moze's saliva secretion accelerated a lot after eating.

Although relying on absorption alone can replenish energy with some strange things when there is a lack of normal food, the taste buds on the tongue can't make them a decoration, can they?

Moze has finally realized what is meant by "a bird fades out of his mouth".

As expected, half a catty of donkey meat costs more than 70 yuan. Just smelling the taste is enough to make people move their index fingers. I just don’t know if I’m used to the cold words of light taste in S City. Can I accept this kind of sauce-based meat? food.

"Is this what breakfast is for? I'll go find a few packs of instant noodles later."

Two months have passed, and the supermarket has basically been looted over and over again. This package of donkey meat in sauce was still found under the cash register table.

Judging by the degree of dust accumulation on it, it should be that someone returned the product, and then was squeezed under the cashier in the chaos.

As for instant noodles, an emergency food that is easy to store and eat, there is naturally no chance for Leng Yan, who came to search after two months, to find them.After waiting for a few minutes, Leng Yan appeared sullenly from the almost empty shelves, holding a bag of Sachima that was squeezed out of shape.

It doesn't look like it... Moze thinks that the difference between the chewed and spit out Shaqima and it is the color and the degree of moisture.

I don’t know if the quality of the packaging bag is too high. Even though it is covered with dirty wet mud and shoe prints, after unpacking the large package outside, the erosive Sachima, which is individually packaged, is still packed in a plastic bag After tearing apart, you can also smell the sweetness of honey and cream.

Combined with the rich sauce of donkey meat, although it is a bit weird, it is still human food.Much better than standing in the sun for half a day to recharge after absorbing the leaves of those shrubs all day long!

Although there are no instant noodles, the bowls for soaking instant noodles are still easy to find.After wandering around the gift area for a long time, Moze leaned on the soft swivel chair and enjoyed stirring the mixture of donkey meat and Shaqima with disposable chopsticks.

Although it looks weird in color, it tastes pretty good, with both a meaty aroma and a slightly sticky taste of Shaqima.

It just needs to ignore the waste that looks a bit like the waste discharged from the small hole in the middle and lower part of the body when the stomach is uncomfortable.

"Pfft!" Unable to choke himself, Moze glanced at the mixture in the bowl with a complicated expression, and then looked to his side because he stopped the same doubts and raised his head, and laughed in a low voice inexplicably.

The crisp laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon, Leng Yan couldn't eat anymore. He casually absorbed the contents of the bowl, looked at Moze's smiling face, and laughed out loud as well.

"Haha...what are you laughing at? Hahaha..."

"I don't know...haha...maybe it's because I'm happy...hahaha!"

Smiling and laughing, Yan Yan suddenly grabbed Moze's shoulders, fell down on the soft sofa, and pressed Moze in front of him.

Although Chen Simeng has trained him to not reject physical contact between acquaintances, Mo Ze, who is lying on Leng Yan's body, still feels a little awkward.The clear heartbeat was repeated in his ears, which gave Moze an illusion.

It seems that only myself and Leng Yan are left in the world.

"Then what, Xiao Yanzi, what are you doing?" Putting his hands on Leng Yan's shoulders, before Moze could raise his head, Leng Yan pressed him hard on his chest again.

"Listen." The concise answer made Moze not know what to do. He tilted his ears slightly. Indeed, he could only hear the slow and powerful heartbeat. Is there anything else he needs to hear?

The giveaway area, which was originally full of laughter, fell silent again, and before Moze finally fell asleep, he heard something other than his heartbeat—chaotic footsteps, and there were a lot of people, at least twenty.

Moze, who worked as a part-time sports committee member in the school, is still very researched on what kind of footsteps represent the number of people. If there is only one person, even if his feet are swollen, it is impossible to forge more than five people. Footsteps.

As for falling asleep?I got up at four o'clock, walked half a circle in the city, and then filled my stomach again, and could lie on the person I trusted and listen to his regular heartbeat. Who can't fall asleep?

stand out!I worshiped him as my teacher on the spot!

"What do you think is the situation?" Turning his head worriedly, he found that the place where he and Leng Yan were lying was just blocked by the service desk in the gift area, and the two people on the sofa could not be seen unless they walked closer to check.

"Survivors, wait...they have guns! Lots of them!" The vague sound of mechanical friction made Leng Yan clenched his fists in dissatisfaction.

After finally having the opportunity to play alone with Moze, they encountered another spoiler.It was obviously the sound of the bolt rebounding, anyone who had played FPS games could hear it, not to mention that Leng Yan belonged to the kind of boy who liked to hear the sound of loading the gun.

The voice representing this power and death is enough to make any male blood boil.

It's just that when this sound is not from his own hands, its meaning is more subtle.

tuk tuk tuk tuk...

The footsteps of two people got closer and closer. Moze, who didn't want to spoil his good mood because of the battle, pulled off his clothes, put on the hood, and hugged Leng Yan into his arms.

"Moze?" He whispered suspiciously, and said coldly that he was ready to absorb humans, but because Moze hugged him without warning, he relaxed his tense body.

"You don't need to fight yet. They should just come looking for supplies. It's okay. They can't see us." It wasn't just a comfort, Moze knew that his body should be the same as last time, imitating the texture and color of the sofa.The clothes that are also part of the body are also under the action of the cells controlled by the virus, covering the cold words in the arms under a disguise that is enough to deceive human eyes.

"Shh... this is peek-a-boo." With a slightly nervous and excited tone, the sneer who thought Moze wanted to do something relaxed.Tighten your body as tight as possible, keeping your body under Moze, so that what looks like a second layer of sofa cover can cover your body.

Hide and seek, one of Moser's favorite childhood games, reliving his childhood?

Leng Yan, who was amused by his own imagination, hastily shut his mouth tightly. If he makes a sound while hiding, it is not something an experienced hide-and-seek should do.

The footsteps approached and left, approached and left again, in the small space that was quiet enough to make people fall asleep, Moze finally heard the footsteps that disturbed the two of them going away from the direction of the stairs.

After waiting for a while and confirming that there was no sound, Moze relaxed and opened his clothes, and after re-zipping, he didn't hear Leng Yan's evaluation of those people.

Looking suspiciously, I saw Leng Yan lying on the sofa with a relaxed expression, his hands casually resting on his chest because he lost support, he was sleeping soundly.

Laughing, dragging the swivel chair behind the service desk, Moze took off the coat he just put on, and covered Leng Yan's body.Although Alex said that the prototype body does not have high requirements for sleep, but for Leng Yan who has not slept all night, falling asleep in the atmosphere just now is nothing.

Another similar coat was imitated on his body, Moze put his legs on the service desk, and looked through the discount activities that the supermarket NO.11 was going to implement in January in a leisurely posture.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and there are only these beautiful leaflets that cannot be eaten or used, still maintaining their original appearance, quietly placed in their former positions, and no one cares about them.

Looking at the activities on the flyer, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of lively scene the supermarket would have been if the virus had not broken out.There are [-]% off on toys specially prepared for children, [-]% off on baby products, and even pre-sales of New Year’s goods prepared in advance.

Seeing the fiery red and festive "Xi", Mo Ze remembered that when he was reviewing dagger fighting and imitation skills in his villa, the most festive New Year's Eve for Chinese people had quietly passed away in a city where there were no human beings.

Now no one says that the taste of the New Year is not strong enough. For the infected, they still remember the New Year...

Recall that during the Chinese New Year period, those infected people seemed to be very active-pasting strange-shaped paper "Spring Festival couplets?" on both sides of the entrance where they lived, and infected people in a range gathered in a large room , throw together everything that can still be called food, and feast on it.

If it was their New Year's Eve dinner, it would indeed be more lively than any human New Year's Eve dinner.

Because no matter when, on the New Year's Eve of human beings, there has never been a phenomenon that people's faces are covered with food residues, and there is still a large piece of raw meat in their hands.

Well, it's really "full of New Year's flavor".

Maliciously imagining the New Year's Eve dinner for the infected, Moze swayed easily on the swivel chair, looking for something that could be used to pass the time.

After all, Leng Yan doesn't know how long he will sleep. In this environment, if Leng Yan sleeps here alone... Moze feels that he can't do such an irresponsible thing.

Gently supporting Leng Yan's body, Mo Ze sat on the sofa without knowing what he was thinking.Lending his thigh to Leng Yan as a pillow, Mo Ze felt that this seemed good, so he simply looked at Leng Yan's peaceful sleeping face.

Hmm... It seems like it's been a long time since such an interaction.

Following Leng Yan's half-length short hair, the barber who cut his hair was obviously skilled, and the end of the hair just stopped on Leng Yan's ear.Because the hair is too long, it will not look feminine, and because of the slightly long hair ends, it is easy to communicate with cold words that are originally unapproachable, at least it looks a lot more approachable.

The eyelashes are so long, and the color of the lips is too light, right?And why so many white hairs!

Moze himself didn't know how long it had been before he watched Leng Yan slowly open his eyes, looked at Moze above his head with some doubts, and asked strangely: "What are you looking at? How long have I been asleep?" ?”

Turning his head to look at the small window next to the gift area, the gray window illuminated by the morning sun has turned into a golden yellow at this time, and the sun has obviously shone here.

"Well... I'm looking at you, I don't know how long you've been asleep."

I looked at you in a daze, who knows how long time has passed?

"Do you still remember Moze's inherent skill that ignores time? The skill that forgets time when you are absorbed in it"

"Shouldn't it be noon? Where are we going next?" He got up from Moze's lap, leaned against Moze's chest, folded the coat covering him coldly, and handed it back to Moze.

"You are quite considerate."

"That's natural." Smiling and absorbing his clothes, Moze thought for a while, then scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well... I don't know where to play, if you want, we are in It’s okay to sit and chat.”

With a sneer, Leng Yan jumped from the sofa to the ground, stretched his muscles vigorously, pushed open the window next to the gift area, and sat astride the window sill.

"Go back, if you chat, why can't you talk?"