Chapter 6
Not only did their own people turn into zombies, the door on the first floor could not be closed, the windows on the first floor were smashed by zombies, and more and more zombies entered the building.
Fu Erdie was on the 16th floor and had not yet faced the horde of zombies directly, but just by listening to the screams below, she knew that the situation was not good.
She held the dog in her arms, stroked its smooth black fur, and listened silently to the noises coming from all directions.
She knew she was in a very bad state and had to cheer up immediately.
I have clearly made up my mind to live only for one month.
Even if I don't live for a month, at least before I die, I can still enjoy the air conditioning, play with my dog, and eat white rice.
This is much better than being frightened and being eaten directly, isn't it?
With this idea in mind, Fu Erdie brainwashed herself crazily. She ate white rice with pickles for three meals a day, much more than usual. After all, if the power went out one day, the remaining rice would be useless.
The eggs, pancakes and dried meat that I was reluctant to eat in the past two days were all taken out to go with the meal.
Treat every meal as if it were your last.
This decadent state of forced calmness lasted until the tenth day of the apocalypse.
On this day, Fu Erdie suddenly realized that she had never thrown away the garbage.
There wasn't much garbage now, just some snack bags. But she also put the bags into the delivery box for ornamental plants, intending to throw them away when they were full.
In a blink of an eye, it was already June 15th, and the garbage box hadn't been full for so many days? She sat up from the sofa and went to the balcony to open the box. The garbage on the top was from yesterday, and there was no odor from the garbage below.
Is it because the air conditioner suppresses the smell? Or delays the decay?
Not really. After all, the balcony is 28 degrees.
She thought about it, picked up the small wooden board next to her, and turned over the garbage on it.
At first, he felt the board poking something hard, and when the object underneath was revealed, Fu Erdie was stunned.
The lower layer, which was supposed to be filled with garbage, is now filled with dense roots.
She couldn't believe it and touched it. The rough touch was definitely the roots!
She lifted the cardboard box, and with just a little effort, the box scattered around. Fu Erdie then discovered that the cardboard box was just an empty shell, and the bottom, like the other garbage, had long since turned into plant nutrients and disappeared.
The roots of the plants have penetrated deep into the floor like steel bars, extending to an unknown place.
My mind, which had been in a daze for a few days, suddenly became active as if awakened by the sound of a shaking bell.
The words "plant mutation" surfaced.
She reacted immediately and quickly retreated to the living room to distance herself from the plants.
This kind of plant in the novel eats people!
Could it be that the last few days of his life were coming to an end? However, being eaten by plants seemed to be much better than being eaten by zombies.
She was so frightened that her body, which had been pressed against the wall, slowly relaxed.
Persuading myself countless times to face death calmly finally had a certain effect at this time.
She returned to the balcony and, from a distance, gently poked the leaves of the plants with the clothesline.
No response.
She turned sideways, picked up a ball of waste paper and threw it over.
Still no response.
After trying five or six times, the plant still didn't move.
Fu Erdie's heart was relieved a little. She leaned over again and touched the roots, stems and leaves of the plant.
In fact, she doesn't like flowers and plants. These were planted by my aunt and grandmother when they came to visit her.
There are gardenias, green ivy, spider plants, and succulents.
Fu Erdie didn't apply any fertilizer, but just watered the flowers and plants when she remembered, and the flowers and plants grew lushly on their own.
It can be said that they have strong vitality, or it can be said that only plants with strong vitality can survive under her semi-free-range method.
Fu Erdie had never expected that in the end times, they could also mutate and take root in this way, rapidly adapting to environmental changes. It seemed harmless now, and no one knew what would happen next.
No, it is too absolute to say that it is harmless now. I don’t know to what extent the roots of these plants have taken root, and I don’t know what will happen to the plants in other people’s homes.
If every plant is so tenacious, will the buildings be destroyed and hollowed out by the plant roots?
Fu Erdie's scalp tingled when he thought about the roots of these plants, which, like ivy, densely occupied all the steel bars and concrete of the building and caused the building to collapse.
She took out the saw she bought from next door and stared at the plants.
After a long time, she put the saw aside.
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It is their ability that makes them have such tenacious vitality.
I only have a month to live anyway, why should I cut off their chance of survival?
As for the other people in the building, she couldn't care less.
After all, if all plants have this characteristic, then even if you clean up your own plants, those plants in your home that no one cares about will still be there.
Buildings that cannot be saved will not be saved anyway.
Moreover, with these mutant plants around, she doesn't seem to have to worry about how to deal with the garbage. She only needs to consider whether she will be treated as garbage.
She built the cardboard box again with only four sides left, wrote the words "Special box for environmentally friendly green plants" on the box with a marker, then threw the garbage back in and closed the lid as a token of appreciation.
The twentieth day of the apocalypse, June 25th.
Every day, Fu Erdie observes the mutated plants, which she named "environmentally friendly green plants." When she has nothing to do, she draws their daily changes in a sketchbook.
She discovered that the best growing flower was not the strongest gardenia, but the tiny green ivy.
Its rhizome is the thickest and its leaves are much larger than before. One leaf is almost as big as two palms, which is twice as long.
In addition, the rhizomes of the green radish can separate garbage from non-garbage.
When she touched it with her hand, nothing happened.
When she wiped the rhizome with an unused tissue, it didn't react.
But when she put the snack packaging on the rhizome, the rhizome released a little light green substance. The color is so light that you can't see it unless you look closely.
This substance can silently dissolve and absorb plastic waste, turning it into part of its own nutrients.
Fu Erdie suddenly felt like she was raising a pet. The pet only ate what she gave it and would not bite anything else.
Not only did the floor tiles next to its rhizomes not break, even the cardboard box that served as its "nest" still maintained a stable appearance.
Fu Erdie was very curious. The pressure brought by the end of the world was also relieved a lot invisibly.
However, although I felt relieved mentally, I still felt uncomfortable physically.
Because there are more and more zombies in the building. The zombies that were killed before are stinking in the corridor. Even if you are several houses away, you can still smell the foul odor.
Flies and mosquitoes increased in number and began to surround the doors and windows.
(End of this chapter)