"Xiaxia, Xiaxia..."

Song Xia's consciousness was hazy; she had a persistent feeling that someone was calling her.

But it's so annoying! I have this urge to tear something apart.

"Xiaxia..." Xiaoling kept trying to wake her up. He was a little worried, after all, this had never happened before, and he didn't know if Xiaxia could pull through.

"Roar!" Song Xia roared uncontrollably, and when he realized that he was bound, his anger grew even stronger.

Song Ziqing, who had been watching over her, was startled, but she still bravely went over: "Mom Song, Ziqing is here. Ziqing has been very good. Big brother went out to search for supplies. Second sister, third brother, and fourth sister chopped the furniture into firewood. Fifth brother is still talking. Sixth brother is going to boil water for you."

Xiao Ziqing chattered on and on to Song Xia, seemingly having endless things to say.

“Aunt Song, when will you wake up? We can all take care of ourselves now. Everyone has been well-behaved, no one is hurt, and we haven’t let any outsiders in.”

"Roar!" Hearing the sound, Song Xia felt even more annoyed and struggled desperately. A strange impulse controlled her, making it impossible for her to think.

"Aunt Song, your face is a little dirty. Ziqing, shall I get you a towel to wipe your face?"

What Xiao Ziqing didn't know was that Song Xia's face wasn't dirty; it was because the zombie toxin had reached her brain, and the grayish-white color indicated that she was about to completely turn into a zombie.

Song Zian also went back to the room with Xiao Ziqing. The two were six years old and five and a half years old respectively. In ordinary families, they would still be at an age where they don't understand anything and their parents have to do everything for them. But they already know how to take care of others.

The water was hot water that Song Zi'an had just boiled, and the temperature was just right. They wet the towels, one holding one end and the other holding the other, and then wrung them out vigorously, their little faces flushed from exhaustion.

But no one complained of being tired. First, they wiped Song Xia's face, obediently avoiding Song Xia's sharp teeth when she opened her mouth. Then they wiped her neck, hands, and every exposed part of her skin.

Song Ziqing was a little troubled: "It seems like it's still not clean, what should I do?"

Song Zian thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it's because we haven't wiped it enough. From now on, we'll wipe Song's mother twice a day, no more than three times."

"Yes, you still need to brush your teeth. Mom's new teeth don't look good either. It must be because we haven't brushed Song's teeth these past few days."

The two little ones discussed how to take care of Song Xia, whispering to each other incessantly, until Song Xia was exhausted from yelling.

Song Ziqing said happily, "I must have guessed right, that's why Song's mother didn't call out again."

Song Ziqi came in and heard the laughter. She went to check on the two of them and looked up to find that her mother had woken up. Although her eyes had turned grayish-white, for some reason, she saw a sense of defeat on her mother's face.

She shook off unrealistic thoughts and hurriedly asked her two younger siblings, "Did you get touched by Song's teeth or fingernails?"

"No, we've been very careful." Song Ziqing and Song Zian held out their fair hands for Song Ziqi to see. "Second sister, when will Mother Song be fully recovered?"

Song Ziqi knew that her mother was unlikely to regain consciousness, but in this hopeless apocalypse, she wanted to give them some hope: "My sister doesn't know either, but as long as we take good care of her, Song's mother will definitely recover completely one day."

Song Ziqing patted Song Xia's arm: "Mom Song, you have to lie down and get better, okay? Ziqing will take good care of you every day."

Hearing her younger sister's soft voice, Song Ziqi's eyes instantly reddened, and her nose tingled. In order not to let her two younger siblings find out, she turned her head away, suppressing her sadness.

Why did God treat Song's mother like this? Song's mother was truly the best person in the world. The seven of them were abandoned when they were young, and if it weren't for Song's mother, they might not have survived to this day.

But why can't such a good mother like Song have a good outcome?

Before the apocalypse, she and her older brother had discussed that when they turned sixteen, they could work part-time during their spare time to share the burden on Song's mother's shoulders and fulfill Song's mother's wishes to install a prosthesis for Ziyang and treat Zi'an's heart disease.

However, no one expected the accident to happen so suddenly. Even basic food became a problem, and most of the humans on the street turned into zombies. Some of the survivors, in order to continue living, also turned into demonic figures.

They were lucky, after all, none of them were infected, and the older brother even possessed lightning-based superpowers. Once the older brother's superpowers became stronger, they could also live peacefully in this corner of the world.

But fate just loves to play tricks on them. The usually all-powerful Song's mother was infected by zombies and no longer recognized them.

"Zi'an, Ziqing, you two stay here with Mother Song. If you need anything, just call your second sister, okay?"

"Yes, Second Sister, we will behave and not let Mama Song bite or scratch us."

Afterwards, out of boredom, the two chattered away with Song Xia, telling her about their recent situations, and then began reciting poems and telling stories, their little mouths never stopping for a moment.

A short while later, Song Zile, who suffers from autism, came in. He stood next to Song Xia for a while, then pursed his lips, brought out his Lego set, built a model, and showed it to Song Xia. When Song Xia did not react, he changed to another model.

They absolutely couldn't afford this Lego set before the apocalypse, but when Song Xia saw it during their first scavenging trip, she brought it back for Song Zile.

Song Zile was indeed very talented, which made Song Ziqing and Song Zian shout excitedly.

Song Xia felt like she was being driven crazy by the noise, while the system Xiao Ling was very excited. Although she was not fully awake yet, she was more conscious than before. If she kept going like this, she would eventually be fully awake.

We can't afford to be sluggish. There are so many children; we can't rely on Song Ziming alone. The weather will become even more extreme in the future, and the survivors will do even more inhumane things in order to continue to survive.

Winter days are always particularly short. In order to save food, Song Ziqi only cooks two meals a day. She eats steamed buns in the morning and has to supplement her younger siblings' nutrition in the evening.

She took out the frozen meat and sliced ​​it very thinly. She wanted to give her younger siblings more to eat, but the more they ate, the longer her older brother would have to stay outside, and the more danger he would face.

I couldn't bear to stir-fry the cut meat, so I put it in a big pot of water with sauce to stew, and then added some chopped potatoes and glass noodles.

There weren't many vegetables left at home, just two cabbages and a radish. She was waiting for her older brother to come back so they could eat together.

She hoped spring would come soon, otherwise she was afraid her younger siblings would suffer from malnutrition without fresh vegetables.

The food was ready quickly, but Song Ziyang arrived a little late.

"What did you just do? Don't let anyone find out."

"I set up a few traps outside. I saw animal tracks nearby and I hope to catch something. Even if I don't catch any animals, it will prevent bad guys from coming in."

Song Ziqi nodded. Song Ziyang was always ashamed because he was missing an arm and was afraid of dragging everyone down. It would be good for him to find something to do.