The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home

    In the early morning of 626, the signal was briefly restored, and the survivors who hid understood the information and knew that they were unlikely to wait for rescue and had to save themselves.

    For some, this is what drives them to find hope. The goal is to get to the base.

    But for others, it's a deeper despair.

    Or, a deeper indulgence.

     Capable people began to rob their homes without fear. Anyway, it won't be constrained, so if you can kill as many as you can, just kill as many as you can.

    All the things in a room must be owned by oneself.

    When the food in this room is finished, go to the next room.

    Survivor who looked pleasing to the eye, accepted it as a younger brother, or as a bed warmer. When encountering zombies, these frail survivors are the cannon fodder to draw away the zombies.

    The world order begins to collapse.

    Fu Erdie was drowsy, briefly awake, and then fell asleep again.

    When she was woken up by the sound of scratching the door, she had no idea what day it was.

    She crawled up from the ground chaotically and staggered to turn on the monitor.

    I don't know when, the corridors are densely packed with zombies.

    She was weak and couldn't move her mind, she just panted against the wall weakly, coughing twice from time to time.

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

    It took another two hours for her to open her eyes again, her mind returned to clarity, and the previous scenes flooded into her mind.

    She was found by the power user... Window, she and the power user perished together.

     Turning her head to look at the balcony, the green plants are lush, and the fruit and potatoes that she randomly planted seem to have sprouted. The kumquats and shallots planted before the end of the world are growing well.

    Only the intruder, gone? !

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

     Really gone!

    Even the blood on the ground is gone!

    She ran back to the bedroom. Under the mirror, there was no blood or wound from top to bottom. The arm that was almost abolished, is now intact.

    If it weren't for the torn sleeves and blood on her clothes, she would think it was all just an illusion.

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

    Fu Erdie touched the dog's head distressedly, and then went to the monitor panel to check the time.

    It turned out that it was 630, and he was in a coma for four days.

    In the past few days, she miraculously recovered, and the dog did not starve herself to death.

    It finds its own dog food bag, tears open the package, and eats dog food from the torn gap when hungry.

    "My ink is so smart." Fu Erdie looked at the healthy and happy dog ​​with a smile on her face.

    But why?

    Have you awakened the recovery skills? And in a daze, did the cleaning and dispose of the corpse?

    Unlikely.

    Fu Erdie looked at the green plant, suspecting that it did it.

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

    Seeing this, she really found another problem.

    —On the window, the nail prints that were caught by the psychic were gone.

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

    However, the long nail prints are gone.

    She revisited the corridor monitor.

    In the high-definition camera, the door of the house was scratched deep and shallow by the dense zombies, stained with blood, and it looked a bit miserable.

    But the other residents in the corridor were even more miserable. The best door also had many dents made by fists, and the other two doors of poor quality were directly smashed through.

    Then the question is, how can my cheap security door last so long? !

    Fu Erdie sat on the sofa, blowing the air conditioner and feeling the fresh air.

    She suspects that she is not mutated.

    But my house has mutated! !

    This guess was confirmed after she stared at the monitor for an afternoon.

    My door, and the walls of my house, are slowly repairing scratches and dents every moment. The dirt and blood stains that the zombies rubbed up were also cleaned by themselves.

    Fu Erdie was dumbfounded, then carried the bench to the kitchen, turned on the light, and looked at the pipes of the range hood and water heater.

    Four days ago, the house smelled and there were mosquitoes and flies. They all come in from these two channels. Not anymore, it's possible the house did something.

    This observation really saw a hands-on scene.

    A stray fly came in from the hood duct. A green branch followed, shooting faster than it did, rolling it back into the pipe.

    Fu Erdie was shocked.

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

    The pipes that used to be oily are now as clean as new. At the other end of the pipe, green branches and plant roots were laid out in a net to seal the passage.

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

    The exit that was blocked just now made room, and the branches that loosened their shackles were flying around.

    Fu Erdie seems to understand.

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

    The smoke rises and spreads everywhere. There are branches and leaves protruding from the wall cracks and ceilings, which induce the oil fume in the air to swim, absorb it, and then completely absorb it.

    Fu Erdie's eyes lit up.

    Sure enough, green plants can purify!

    If she guessed correctly, after the environmental protection green plants mutate, they should have protected the house. In the past few days when she was in a coma, the roots and branches of the green plants made the room airtight, and wherever there were mosquitoes or smells, they would be absorbed by them as garbage impurities.

    The room itself can repair itself. Fu Erdie didn't know where the limit was, but one thing was clear: the room was indeed mutated like the green plants, and they all mutated in a positive direction.

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

    The aroma of the fried egg made Fuerdie feel hungry.

    She opened a box of milk that she was reluctant to drink, and fry a second egg. The satisfaction of eating ordinary but delicious food made her throat sore.

    It was unfortunate to run into that power user.

    How lucky I am to be so blessed when I have no relatives and are in a desperate situation.

    She is very satisfied. Really satisfied.

    Tears fell into the omelette and ate together with the crispy omelette.

    There are green plants in the house for cleaning, and Fuerdie no longer needs to clean the room and shovel **** for the dog.

    Green plants are particularly smart, and can accurately identify what is useful to Erdie and what is useless. Fu Erdie doesn't have to be busy and trivial, as long as she eats and drinks on time and makes sure she doesn't die of starvation and thirst.

    She is very relaxed. She plays songs every day, tunes the radio, loosens the soil for flower beds, and plays dogs. The day goes by quickly.

    In addition to the dead nail psychic, no other psychic will bother you again.

    Fuerdie hopes that this state can last until the day when she runs out of ammunition and food. Nightmares are not worth mentioning in a comfortable air-conditioned room.

    However, people's emotions are like the weather that suddenly turns their faces.

    In early July, there was a heavy rain in city c.

    The sky was dark and cloudy.

    The wind was raging, and debris flew up everywhere, making a loud banging sound.

    Fuerdie felt that her arms, shoulder blades, and chest began to hurt again.

    The wound has healed, there is no problem with the movement, and there is no internal injury. She just returned to that morning in a trance, when a man stuck his head out of the window and looked at her eerily.

    Reality and nightmare are intertwined, and Fu Erdie always feels that there is still a power user entrenched outside the door and window.

    And she, without any backhand, could only be beaten.

    From childhood to adulthood, she has never been beaten except for a naughty beating on the back by a family member.

    On that one occasion, she remembered for a long time, and let the family coax a lot of candy, and finally calmed down.

    But now, she is at any risk of being killed by a power user.

    Fu Erdie leaned against the sofa with her arms folded, and looked out the window in the dark night, but did not dare to confirm whether the power user she imagined was a hallucination.

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

    The rain eased the next day, and Fuerdie opened the balcony sliding window.

    Sultry, humid, rancid, the breath of the end times swept in.

    Fu Erdie gathered up her courage and looked around.

    No one but myself.

    She didn't leave, standing close to the window to catch the rain.

    She wants to get stronger.

    If you want, become a power user.

    Raindrops, radiation, viruses, no matter what the carrier of the power is, can you give her a chance?

    A chance to tear a nightmare to shreds.

    The rain slapped on her white face, like a splash of tears.

    No. 710, the end of the world has come for more than a month.

    Fuerdie no longer has a normal schedule.

    She gets rain every day and expects her to mutate.

    However, when the window is not closed, the fruit and potato seedlings she raised will be damaged by the rain, and she still does not change.

    This day she closed the window and sat on the ground like a chicken.

    The green root system swept across the balcony, the rain, dust and soil were absorbed, and the messy balcony returned to normal after a quarter of an hour.

    The sliding balcony door opens by itself, the air conditioner is turned back on, and the room is comfortable again.

    But Fu Erdie felt cold.

    She went to the bathroom to take a hot shower and turned up the temperature when she came out. The value of 30 degrees displayed on the air conditioner is somewhat extraordinary.

    Fu Erdie reluctantly felt that it was not so cold, and lay back on the sofa, wrapped in the air-conditioned quilt, and curled up into a ball.

    The tenth of every month is the day they pay the water and electricity bills in their area.

    Fu Erdie saw the time on the 10th, and subconsciously opened the payment platform and slowly closed it.