Chapter 5
There is a rental house next door. The tenant moved out last month and has not found a new tenant yet. It is now uninhabited.
This is a relatively spacious three-bedroom, one-living room apartment. Although it only has one more room than her house, each room is much larger. The total area is about 100 square meters, which is twice the size of Fu Erdie's small house.
Each room has a door and a lock. Fu Erdie tried it and found it opened and closed normally.
She moved carefully, opened every drawer to look for the key, and successfully got the key to every room, and even got the spare key to the front door.
Fu Erdie wrapped the key in the prepared cloth and put it in her arm bag so that it would not make any sound.
She quietly opened the door, leaving an inconspicuous gap. The door handle was connected to a line that led directly to the bedroom where Fu Erdie was hiding.
Home surveillance can be displayed in real time on the mobile phone via Bluetooth. Fu Erdie looked at the phone and waited for twenty minutes, finally getting the chance for the little zombie to come to the door alone.
She pulled the rope gently, causing it to creak.
The little zombie was attracted and looked inside the house.
Fu Erdie’s position was just right to see the little zombie’s face.
He was a little boy who was always seen everywhere. He was thin and handsome, very polite and never ran up and down the corridor to disturb others.
Fu Erdie tightened her grip on the bedroom door slightly.
The noise here attracted the attention of the old Chinese zombie, but when he looked back, he didn't see any human figure, nor did he smell any human scent, so he just staggered away.
Only the little zombie walked in in chaos and went to the balcony along the path that Fu Erdie had made with the sofa.
After the others walked away, Fu Erdie ran out immediately, closed and locked the door, deliberately made a noise to attract the little zombies, and fled quickly in the opposite direction.
The little zombie was naturally attracted and ran over quickly.
Fu Erdie entered the kitchen and hid flexibly in the suspended ceiling through the reserved hole. After waiting for a while, he saw the little zombie chasing him.
"Five seconds."
Fu Erdie counted secretly.
This is a lot slower than yesterday's old zombie.
If it's this, it will rush over in two seconds.
In other words, the action qualities of different zombies are really different.
The zombies outside and in the corridor were indeed just as she had seen, moving much slower.
Fu Erdie breathed a sigh of relief, took out the hammer he had prepared, jumped down from a high place, and hammered the little zombie on the head.
"sorry."
The little zombie's head exploded, and brain tissue and blood flowed all over the ground, splashing on Fu Erdie's face.
She turned on the tap.
Because no one had lived there and no water had been used for more than ten days, the water that came out of the tap was a bit rusty red at first.
Fu Erdie's hands trembled, but she continued to wash her hands. When the water was clean, she used it to wash her face and neck, and clean the blood from her hair. She looked at the surveillance camera and saw that there were no zombies in the corridor for the time being, so she dragged the body of the little zombie out.
The texture of zombies is really bad. If you touch it directly, it is a bit stiff, but it still feels like human skin.
Perhaps this is what a corpse feels like when a person dies.
Fu Erdie forced herself to be patient and dragged the little zombie out and placed it together with the old zombie with a sunken head in the corridor.
This time, when Fu Erdie saw the old Chinese zombie staggering towards him, he was not so scared.
Because they're not that fast.
She calmly returned to her neighbor's house and locked the door.
The temperature is very high now, probably the same as last night, still 35 or 36 degrees.
She sat exhausted in the corner of the living room, listening to the sound of zombies scratching at the door, her face expressionless.
It wasn't until the hot water dripped onto her knees and calves that she realized she was crying.
Staring blankly at her calves and the ground with tears dripping more and more, Fu Erdie finally couldn't help it and hugged her knees and cried silently.
Why, she, a person who is afraid of the explosion when stepping on cockroaches and afraid of the touch when hitting moths, is now swinging a hammer at zombies that were still human beings yesterday.
Zombies are disgusting, corpses are disgusting, and death is scary. Why should we face these? ! When Fu Erdie returned home from the balcony, she was already calm.
My own home still looks the same as it did before the end of the world, quiet and comfortable.
She takes a bath, turns on the air conditioner, eats rice and pickles, feeds the dog food, and cleans the dog toilet.
Everything is in order, no different from before.
But Fu Erdie knew that things were different.
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She put the cleaned up garbage into a bag and put it into the cardboard box where she placed the ornamental plants yesterday, intending to hang it downstairs together with the plants.
But looking at the half-empty express box, Fu Erdie planned to fill it up and throw it away in a few days.
Nowadays, whether it is cardboard boxes or garbage bags, we should use less of them.
As for those ornamental plants that he was thinking of "releasing" yesterday, Fu Erdie thought irresponsibly that there were sidewalk tiles downstairs and no soil anyway, so it made no difference whether they were downstairs or here.
After a night of chaos, the traffic outside was surprisingly much more orderly.
Because everyone knows that no one can move the car that has been in an accident in this situation. One more car accident means one more congestion point.
If you can avoid cutting in line, do so. If the road is blocked, no one can move forward.
Moreover, like Zhao Xiaolu, there are many people who choose to drive away the cars whose owners have died after being blocked.
Fu Erdie saw ten similar incidents on the balcony. However, only three groups of people managed to get on the bus, while the others were blocked and eaten by other zombies in broad daylight. The scene was extremely bloody.
Seeing this, the other survivors on the ground floor learned from their experience and chose to act at night when the zombies had poor vision.
Fu Erdie stood upstairs, enjoying the air conditioning, looking at the crowd below as if she was looking at passersby.
She knew that when her water, electricity and gas were cut off, she would be like the countless other people trying to survive, blending into the end of the world and struggling to survive.
The scenes on the road are different every day. The situations in the corridors are also different.
On the first day, most people, like Fu Erdie, as long as they did not turn into zombies, either found a car to escape or hid at home.
When the zombie outbreak occurred, most people in the corridor were elderly people and children, or office workers who had left work early and were not on shift.
There weren’t many people, and many of them were waiting to reunite with their families.
The next day, those who could not contact their families or were abandoned by their families began to call on everyone to fight zombies.
After all, the zombies are not fast, so it is good to clear the corridor.
Fu Erdie responded and continued fighting in the corridor for a few days.
But these days, people have been scratched one after another. Even if they didn't die on the spot, they later turned into zombies that continued to scratch the door or even broke down the door and wandered around outside.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people dared to come out to fight zombies, and the symptoms of stress increased. The originally rational people, seeing their previously high-spirited companions fighting monsters together turned into monsters, began to become timid and cry, and dared not come out.
(End of this chapter)