Chapter 10

In the early morning of June 26, the signal was briefly restored. The survivors who were hiding learned the message and knew that it was unlikely that they would be rescued and they had to save themselves.

For some, this is the motivation that pushes them to pick up their weapons and look for hope. The goal is to get to the base.

But for others, it's a deeper despair.

Or perhaps, a deeper indulgence.

Those who have the ability start to rob and loot without restraint. Since there is no restriction, they can kill as many people as possible.

Everything in a room must belong to you. If someone comes to fight for it, just get rid of it.

When you finish eating the food in this room, go find the next room.

If they find a survivor they like, they will take him in as their subordinate or bed warmer. If they encounter zombies, these weak survivors will be used as cannon fodder to lure the zombies away.

The world order began to collapse.

Fu Erdie was in a daze, sometimes waking up for a short while, and then falling asleep again.

By the time she was awakened by the scratching of the door, she had no idea what day it was.

She got up from the ground in a daze and staggered to turn on the surveillance camera.

At some point, the corridor was filled with zombies.

She felt weak and her brain was unable to work. She just leaned against the wall weakly, gasping for breath and coughing from time to time.

Then, she couldn't hold on any longer, and stumbled to the sofa and fell on it.

Another two hours passed before she opened her eyes again. Her mind became clear again, and the previous scenes flooded into her mind.

She was found by a superpower... window, and she and the superpower died together.

Turning her head to look at the balcony, the green plants were lush and green, and the fruit potatoes she had planted casually seemed to have sprouted. The kumquats and shallots she had planted before the end of the world were growing well.

Only the intruder disappeared? !

She was shocked and ran to the balcony to see with her limp body.

It was really gone! Even the blood on the ground had disappeared! She ran back to the bedroom. In the full-length mirror, she saw that there was no blood or wound from head to toe. The arm that was almost broken was now intact.

If it weren't for the torn sleeves and bloodstains on her clothes, she would have thought it was all an illusion.

The dog has lost a lot of weight and now circles around her, wagging its tail excitedly.

Fu Erdie touched the dog's head with heartache, and then realized it and went to the monitoring panel to check the time.

It turned out that it was already 6:30 and I had been in a coma for four days.

These few days, she recovered miraculously and the dog did not starve to death.

It finds its own bag of dog food, tears open the package, and eats the dog food from the torn hole when it is hungry.

"My Mozi is so smart." Fu Erdie looked at the healthy and happy dog ​​and smiled unconsciously.

But why? Did he awaken his recovery skills? And did he clean and dispose of the body while he was half asleep? Not likely.

Fu Erdie looked at the environmentally friendly green plants and suspected that it was it that did it.

She returned to the balcony and looked up and down at the crime scene.

This look really made her discover another problem.

——The fingernail marks on the window left by the psychic have disappeared.

This memory is very clear, and the fear of being threatened at that time is still engraved in my mind.

However, the long nail marks were gone.

She looked at the corridor surveillance again.

In the high-definition camera, the door of the house was scratched by densely packed zombies, leaving deep and shallow marks and stained with blood, which looked a bit miserable.

But the other residents in the corridor were even more miserable. The best door had many dents caused by punches, and the other two doors of poorer quality were directly smashed through.

So the question is, how can my not-so-expensive anti-theft door last so long? !

Fu Erdie sat on the sofa, turned on the air conditioner and felt the fresh air.

She suspected that she had not mutated.

But my house has changed!!!

This guess was confirmed in the afternoon when she looked at the surveillance camera.

The door and walls of my house were slowly repairing the scars and dents every moment. The dirt and blood stains rubbed off by the zombies were also cleaned away by themselves.

Fu Erdie was dumbfounded, then he moved a stool to the kitchen, turned on the light, and looked at the pipes of the range hood and water heater.

Four days ago, there was a constant smell in the house, and there were mosquitoes and flies. They all came from these two pipes. Now they are gone, maybe something happened to the house.

This observation really gave me a glimpse of a real fight.

A fly that had escaped the net flew in from the range hood duct. A green branch followed closely behind it, and with a speed faster than the fly, it was rolled back into the duct.

Fu Erdie was shocked.

She climbed onto the stove barefoot and looked out along the pipe.

The pipeline, which was originally full of oil, is now as clean as new. At the other end of the pipeline, green branches and plant roots form a net that seals the passage.

Fu Erdie blinked, connected half of the pipe back, turned on the range hood, and continued to look outside from the other half.

The exit that was blocked just now became open, and the branches that were freed from their shackles began to fly everywhere.

Fu Erdie seemed to understand.

She turned off the range hood, returned to the ground floor, took out a small electric rice cooker and fried an egg in it.

The smoke rose up and filled the air. However, branches and leaves slowly stretched out from the cracks in the wall and ceiling, causing the smoke in the air to flow, absorbing it and then completely absorbing it.

Fu Erdie's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, green plants can purify! If she guessed correctly, the environmentally friendly green plants should have protected the house after they mutated. During the days when she was unconscious, the branches, leaves and roots of the green plants made the room airtight, and any mosquitoes or smells would be absorbed by them as garbage impurities.

The room itself can repair itself. Fu Erdie doesn't know what its limit is, but one thing is clear, the room has indeed mutated like the green plants, and it has mutated for the better.

My serious injuries must have been cured by the room or the green plants.

The aroma of fried eggs made Fu Erdie realize that she was hungry.

She opened a carton of milk that she was reluctant to drink and fried a second egg. The ordinary but delicious food went down her throat, and the satisfaction made her throat sour.

It was unfortunate to run into that person with special abilities.

But how lucky I am to receive such great care when I have no relatives and am in desperate situation.

She was satisfied. Really satisfied.

The tears fell into the fried eggs and went down my stomach along with the crispy omelette.

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With green plants to keep the house clean, Fu Erdie no longer needs to clean the room or shovel dog poop herself.

Green plants are very smart and can accurately identify what is useful to Fu Erdie and what is useless. Fu Erdie does not need to be busy and trivial, as long as she eats and drinks on time and ensures that she does not starve to death or die of thirst.

She is very relaxed. Every day she plays songs, tunes into the radio, loosens the soil in the flower beds, and plays with the dog. The day passes quickly.

Apart from the dead nail-powered user, no other superpowered users come to bother anyone anymore.

Fu Erdie hoped that this state could last until the day she ran out of ammunition and food and died. The nightmares that rolled in the night were not worth mentioning in the comfortable air-conditioned room.

However, human emotions are like the weather that changes suddenly.

In early July, there was a heavy rain in City C.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds.

The wind was raging wildly, and debris was flying everywhere, making loud banging noises.

There were flashes of lightning and thunder, and the sky seemed to be pierced by a giant sword, torn in half, slowly closing together, and then torn apart again.

Fu Erdie felt that her arms, shoulder blades, and chest began to ache again.

The wound had healed, and there was no problem with movement, and there was no internal injury. She just vaguely returned to that early morning, when a man leaned out of the window and looked at her fiercely and strangely.

Reality and nightmares are intertwined, and Fu Erdie always feels that there is a supernatural being lurking outside the door and window.

They grinned, revealing their smelly yellow teeth. Although they had human form and consciousness, they were more terrifying than zombies. They were like devils waiting in the wings, ready to attack at any time.

And she had no power to fight back and could only be beaten.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never been beaten except for one time when she was hit on the back by her family for being naughty.

She remembered that incident for a long time, and it was only after her family coaxed her and gave her lots of candies that she finally calmed down.

But now, she is at risk of being killed by someone with special abilities at any time.

Fu Erdie leaned on the sofa with her arms folded, looking out the window in the dark night, but she did not dare to confirm whether the imagined psychic who was spying on her was an illusion.

She just quietly turned off the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and stood silently in the storm all night.

The next day, the rain subsided and Fu Erdie opened the balcony sliding window.

Hot, humid, and rancid, the air of the end of the world swept over.

Fu Erdie plucked up her courage and looked around.

There is no one else but yourself.

She didn't leave, but deliberately stood close to the window to get caught in the rain.

She wants to become stronger.

I want to become a superpower.

Raindrops, radiation, viruses, no matter what the carrier that triggers the superpowers is, can you give her a chance?

A chance to tear the nightmare apart.

The raindrops hit her fair face like splashing tears.

July 10th, more than a month after the end of the world.

Fu Erdie no longer has a normal routine.

I can't sleep well at night, and I feel groggy during the day to make up for the sleep. Then when it's time to go to bed, I'm awake until dawn.

She would get caught in the rain every day, hoping to mutate.

However, if she didn't close the window, the fruit potato seedlings she raised would be damaged by the rain, and she still didn't mutate.

That day she closed the window and sat on the ground like a drowned rat.

The roots of the green plants swept across the balcony, absorbing all the rain, dust and dirt. The messy balcony returned to normal after a quarter of an hour.

The balcony sliding door opened by itself, the air conditioning turned back on, and the room became comfortable again.

But Fu Erdie felt cold.

She went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and when she came out she turned up the temperature. The 30 degrees Celsius number displayed on the air conditioner was a bit unusual.

Fu Erdie barely felt that it was not so cold anymore, so she lay back down on the sofa, wrapped herself in the air-conditioning quilt, and curled up into a ball.

The tenth of every month is the day for their area to pay water, electricity and gas bills.

When Fu Erdie saw the time point 10th, he subconsciously opened the payment platform and then slowly closed it.

(End of this chapter)