Yu Bai sighed, hoping he had a team, otherwise strength-based characters would be at a real disadvantage. Fighting zombies in close combat would be tantamount to suicide.

If they come in a group, can he take down one, ten, or a hundred at once? If he gets a bite, he's completely finished.

Beautiful people always evoke more pity.

Even in the apocalypse, one can still gain something from their appearance, but at a price...

After he walked away, I looked up and stared at him for a long time.

Yu Bai, Wang Ba, said that he is the male protagonist.

What is the male protagonist?

[We're on the female villain side, so let's try to avoid getting involved with the main characters. Host, after we finish eating, I'll take you to the South City Base. It's a bit far, and your electric scooter is almost out of power. There's no water or electricity everywhere right now, so it's more reliable to find a bicycle.]

[Go out at night, and avoid it during the day as much as possible]

The little zombie lowered its head and ate corn.

The system has become accustomed to its words being ignored.

Who knows if the other person doesn't understand or is deliberately ignoring it?

Anyway, I've said everything I needed to say.

The little fool can't understand it, and there's nothing it can do. The turtle is just a strategist, not a cannon.

I stayed here for two days.

I won't feel at ease until I've finished all the corn.

On the third day, a large wave of people poured in.

They looted supermarket food like bandits.

The little zombie froze, its memory suddenly returning to the beginning, when its corn was stolen, and it was startled.

Throw all the trash off the cart.

They'd push it over and grab it anyway.

A big jar of candy, cookies, instant noodles, and drinks—the baby grabbed a whole bunch, piled it up, and then pushed the stroller away.

As a result, the crowds surged in, and the society, which had already lost its order, disregarded the law and morality.

The amount of money looted from the supermarket wasn't enough.

They even came over to steal things from the little zombie car.

The little fool couldn't speak, and his hammering skills seemed to have no effect on people. After a few punches, they didn't feel any pain, not even enough to cause a bone fracture.

He punched a middle-aged woman, who angrily pushed the little zombie away, cursing and swearing in a local dialect that was incomprehensible to Mandarin and sounded more like gibberish to him.

The little zombie felt wronged.

Some of the people rushing to grab the goods shouted, "Don't push!"

"Damn it! This is mine! Let go!" The big man pointed at the small man next to him who was trying to steal his things, raised his arm and slapped him hard on the head several times.

"I'll get it first!"

"I'll take it first! You old bastard, don't push your luck! Give it to me!"

"mine!"

"Don't push!"

"Murder! Someone has committed murder!"

"My child fell! Please don't step on him!"

"Help!"

"Give them to me! These are all mine! Don't you dare steal them! You uncivilized savages!"

"Damn it! Give it to me!" He snatched it away. "Don't talk to me about manners! Zombies will kill you! Get out of my way!"

If they can't fit everything in their hands, they stuff it into their pockets, sleeves, or even tuck their trouser legs in.

There were more physical altercations than verbal abuse. Some people resorted to violence when they couldn't grab what they wanted. There were banging and crashing sounds, as well as the scraping and hissing of display cases being moved. The whole supermarket was in chaos. Shelves were overturned and broken. People were screaming and crying. It was a complete mess.

The little zombie was also squeezed in the crowd, his arm was grabbed several times, he was bumped forward and pushed backward, and all the food in his hands was snatched away.

Even a silly child has a temper.

It erupted.

He snatched the backpack back from the other man, gave him a hard shove, and as he tried to run, the big man quickly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

With a loud slap, it hit the little zombie in the face.

My sunglasses were knocked off.

A pair of zombie eyes were revealed.

The burly man was terrified; his hands trembled. He couldn't squeeze through the crowd. His legs shook as he cried out, "Zombies! Zombies!"

"Help!"

A shout of "zombie!" caused an even more violent stampede in the already chaotic supermarket.

Zombies are not bad omens. If a highly contagious pathogen stands in front of you, your first reaction will definitely not be to fight it, but to get away from it.

Many people were trampled.

Those who weren't trampled all ran out.

When life is threatened, who cares about food?

The big man was so frightened that he threw down his backpack.

The little zombie stood still, and no one dared to approach it. The people who had been trying to survive in the supermarket all ran away in a swarm.

The little zombie has tasted the sweetness of scaring people.

He stayed in the supermarket the whole time.

The shelves were overturned, the place was in a mess, and the debris was piled up haphazardly, clearly indicating that it had been looted. The streets were desolate, and over time, it became a deserted area, with occasional groups of people coming and going.

The little zombies left before they finished eating.

If you finish eating, take off your glasses and threaten them to give you more food.

He wasn't afraid even if the other side had a gun.

The longer you stay in this world, the stronger your body's self-healing ability becomes. Even if a bullet pierces your body, it can heal instantly. As for how you came to this conclusion...

That day.

As usual, the little zombie ate and slept, when he encountered a young group. He wasn't wearing sunglasses at the time and opened his eyes groggily.

"Holy crap! Zombies! There are zombies here!"

Footsteps echoed through the chaotic supermarket, and soon a small team assembled, each team leader being relatively decisive.

They shot him directly.

Right on the forehead.

The little zombie collapsed.

In the apocalypse, there's an unwritten rule: the more severely decayed a person is, the purer and higher the level of the crystal core in their brain. Conversely, those who still have human skin are probably newly mutated zombies.

The crystal nucleus hadn't formed, so digging out its brain wouldn't have helped.

And so, the little zombie escaped death.

One hour after the group left.

The little zombie came back to life.

My body is also stronger.

If you make a cut with a knife, the wound will heal after the front is cut. If you use a gun, the bullet will be broken down if it remains inside the body, but if it penetrates the body, the wound will still heal instantly.

The little zombie relied on its ability to heal instantly.

They scared several squads over two months and even stole their food.

This neighborhood is becoming increasingly desolate, and fewer and fewer people are coming here. The little zombie is hungry, so it needs to find another place to scare people.

The electric scooter was still parked in the same spot, but the only difference was that before he had parked it properly, but now it was overturned. He bent down to pick it up, put the key in, and found that the battery was dead and the scooter couldn't run away.

The little zombie was dejected.

This is exhausting.

·

"Boss, boss? Boss!"

After being called several times, Yu Bai finally snapped out of his daze, looked up at his teammate, and asked, "What's wrong, Cong Yu?"

"What's wrong with you? I've called you several times and you haven't responded. This is the apocalypse, zombies can appear at any time, you have to be on high alert at all times."

Yu Bai is the backbone of the team.

I've been frequently distracted these past few days.

Kong Congyu was worried.

If you encounter a horde of zombies in this state, you're doomed.

Yu Bai apologized: "I'm sorry, I was thinking about some things. Don't worry, I'll get back to my senses."

Kong Congyu: "If you need anything, just say so. We'll all help if we can. We've already come to this point, what could be more important than staying alive?"

Yu Bai thought for a moment and said, "Do you remember when we went to Bengbu city, we went into a large underground supermarket?"