Put the pickled meat into the bag one by one. If you are frugal, it should last a long time...
"What are you doing!"
A majestic and familiar voice sounded from behind her. Zhang Yajuan trembled all over as if in response and her whole body froze.
She prayed silently in her heart that it was not that man. She had heard it wrong. She had heard it wrong!
Fang Ming looked at the thief who stole his pickled meat with great interest. He saw her body turn around stiffly, and the moment she saw him, she closed her eyes as if she accepted her fate.
Just like a criminal waiting for sentencing, feeling dejected upon hearing the death penalty.
"Gurgle gurgle..." Zhang Yajuan's stomach protest brought her back to reality. She looked at the pickled meat in her hand and swallowed.
Hunger made her try hard to suppress her fear, and she bravely took the initiative to speak, "You...you...you...good!"
Okay, I'm not brave enough, but I'll still go ahead and say it.
"I was the first one to find this meat." She lowered her head and said in a trembling voice, "If you want, I can give you half!"
Fang Ming did not say anything. He looked at this sheep-like woman with the patience of a fisherman looking at the water.
The silence condensed into an invisible pressure, pressing on Zhang Yajuan's heart like a mountain.
"I can take just one third..." she started again.
Fang Ming still stared at her coldly and slowly took a step forward.
She was startled and took several steps back. She felt scared and wronged. She mustered up the courage to make a final struggle, "At least leave me some. I haven't eaten for two days. I have an old man at home..."
Fang Ming looked at Zhang Yajuan who was about to cry with fear, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He said in a deep voice, "These pickled meats..."
The woman raised her head, a little hope rising.
"I put this bacon here, thief."
Zhang Yajuan was shocked! She was so starving that she had almost lost her mind and had not even considered the possibility.
Come to think of it, it seems that this man is the only one in this building who has the ability to move freely. He is not afraid of zombies at all. It seems that the meat has not been pickled for long.
When I deduced with the answer, everything seemed to make sense.
She looked at the bacon in the bag in her hand and felt that she was a shameful thief who stole from the person she least wanted to steal from.
In the final analysis, it was Zhang Yajuan who could not adapt to the post-apocalyptic world and maintained the moral level before the apocalypse. Of course, this was worthless.
She put the bag down dejectedly, "I'm sorry... I don't know."
As the man approached, she stepped back in fear and found that behind her was the wall at the edge of the rooftop.
The man picked up the bag and threw it into the snakeskin bag behind him. In his hand was not the hatchet, but a hammer dripping with blood.
"You seem afraid of me?"
"Ah! No no... uh... yes."
The scene reappeared in Zhang Yajuan's mind.
Under the moonlight, the man was wielding a hatchet, chopping at the bloody monster on the ground. It was her husband...
"Shouldn't you hate me? Just like that old woman."
Zhang Yajuan looked up at him and met his teasing gaze. After a moment of silence, she spoke.
"My mother-in-law just loves her son so much. After all, my husband is her only hope... I know that he has turned into a monster and cannot be saved, so..."
"I don't hate you, or rather... I don't dare. You scare me. I'm afraid you'll take the hammer in your hand and smash my head open."
Fang Ming looked at this weak woman. Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke. She curled up in the corner, holding her stomach and trembling slightly.
Withered flowers always have a special beauty, Fang Ming thought.
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