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

    What is she thinking.

    No network no signal, what to pay.

    The water and electricity will be automatically cut off next month.

    The dog rubbed against Fu Erdie's leg with a pet comb in her mouth, wanting her to groom herself.

    I haven't brushed my hair for almost half a month.

    The owner didn't even touch it for half a month.

    It was a little aggrieved, but it knew that the owner was not in the right mood, so it was very good, and only occasionally pestered her.

    Fu Erdie didn't pay attention to the closeness of the ink, and looked at the ceiling with empty and numb eyes.

    Suddenly she raised her hand and threw a punch into the air, trying to swing the tall and strong figure away.

    But as in the dream and in the original reality, her hands were too short to hit the opponent.

    She knew it was her fantasy.

    Now she can distinguish between fantasy and reality, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

    One month after the food is exhausted.

    The rice is enough for her to eat for half a month, and the instant noodles haven't moved yet, which can support her to eat for a month.

    A month and a half is not too short, but thinking about it has turned into torture.

    She didn't know why she was so weak, nor why she was still so uncomfortable under the strong protection of the house and green plants.

    She is not a protected survivor, just a cowardly villain waiting to die.

    On No. 720, there was a massive power outage around Fuerdie.

    It is not like the automatic power off without payment, like the line is cut off, damaged, or the power is exhausted.

    The temperature of the air begins to rise.

    The thermometer was out of the window for five minutes, and the outside temperature was already 45 degrees.

    Furdie shuts down all the equipment, leaving only the monitoring that relies on the remaining power to maintain operation. Now through the monitor, you can still see dense zombies.

    After two hours, the battery is exhausted, and this information is gone.

    Fu Erdie looked at it blankly, and suddenly picked up the hammer again.

    She's had enough.

    Compared to the torture that was pressing in her heart, she was more willing to rush out and fight the slow-moving zombies.

    The way to have powers is nothing more than outside air, rain, radiation, zombies, zombies with powers, and so on.

    She still has a month's worth of food. If she finds a way to become a power user in this month, she can continue to live.

    And in a month, she died, and starved to death a month later.

    The only difference is that she did not die in the fear of the unknown. She died in battle.

    That's enough.

    Fight even the weak.

    Not just survival, but also or.

    Put her hand on the door handle of the security door, Fu Erdie took a deep breath, her eyes became firm.

    Come on.

    She was ready to die, and now she has nothing to threaten her!

    There were too many zombies, and Fu Erdie couldn't get out. She just slammed the door open and slammed the hammer to the head of the zombies.

    Zombies are not very flexible and fast, but powerful.

    They swarmed and broke into the house.

    Fuerdie fought and retreated, retreated to the edge of the dining table, jumped up, and took advantage of her height to knock one head at another.

    Her arms are short, but her tools can be long.

    She is not very tall, but she can stand tall.

    She has no powers, but she has a home that she can retreat to.

    Also, she has a lot of love.

    Dad, mom, friends.

    Bang.

    Fu Erdie wiped the blood and tears on her face and continued to knock down a zombie's head.

    The zombies smelled the smell and touched 16-1 one after another from each floor.

    However, the anti-theft door was forcibly closed under the pressure of many zombies.

    Furdie hammered zombies on the dining table for a while, and then jumped to the sofa to hammer.

    The dog was not idle either, rushing up and attacking from time to time on the edge.

    In the beginning, its bite was out of order. Later, it has learned to bite off the cervical vertebra of the zombie at which angle, so that the head of the zombie loses its support and hangs. Although he won't die without a headshot, his line of sight is upside-down, he has no sense of direction, and his unpleasant movements are even more sluggish.

    Fu Erdie went round and round, smashing the heads of the zombies around, and then, she saw a circle of zombies with their heads tilted around, hammered them down a few times, and shot their heads again.

    Clean up the zombies in the room.

    Fu Erdie took the dog to the bathroom to take a bath. She saw a deep scratch on the dog's forelegs and thighs. And he also had more than a dozen scratches on his calf, abdomen, and back.

    She didn't deal with it, but turned on the cold water and washed herself and the dog.

    The dog whimpered and wanted to run away in pain, but was gently hugged by Fu Erdie.

    "We all need to have powers." She didn't care whether the dog could understand or not, she explained in a low voice, "If you are unfortunate and you don't become a power user, you should be clean and clear now. Refreshingly turned into a zombie."

      Both her and the dog's trauma were healed.

    Fu Erdie: ?

    Yes! The house has a healing function!

    She and the dog quickly washed their hair and ran out to see. I saw a messy living room, and there were green zombie "specimens" everywhere.

    The branches and roots of the green plants circulate around the zombies, and the light green secretions wrap the zombies and slowly dissolve.

    The room that had been drowsy due to the power outage suddenly lit up.

    It's the dome light, and those white dots that flow all over the place.

    Thirty-four zombies, the green plants took four hours to dissolve.

     Much faster than Fierde imagined.

    However, the green plant should be sleepy or tired. After adsorbing the dirty ingredients in the sofa, it slowly retracts the body and stops moving.

    Fu Erdie picked up the broom and mop to clean up the mess.

    After cleaning up and down, Fu Erdie made egg fried rice for herself and went back to her bedroom to fall asleep.

    This sleep, she slept very deeply.

    In the dream, she had turned black into a power user with spiked armor all over her body, and she was punched away.

    The next morning, Fu Erdie woke up normally.

    Refreshed.

    It was still raining heavily outside, but Fu Erdie didn't feel that depressed.

    She decided to fight a dozen zombies every day when she thought about it.

    Yesterday, the wounds of her and the dog were healed, and there was no change.

    Furdie was not sure if the two of them were cured by the house, so there was no mutation. She's going to try again today.

    Open the door, pull the zombies, close the door, fight the zombies.

    After the fight, I was covered in injuries. Fu Erdie sat at the dining table with the dog in her arms and observed the changes in the room again.

    She determined two points. First, the "garbage" in the room was cleaned up by green plants.

    Secondly, the blood she shed will be turned into white light by the room, and then walk around the whole room. After walking around, it will return to her body with ten times the mighty momentum.

    Fu Erdie was warm all over her body. She closed her eyes and felt it carefully. There was a strange feeling that she and the house were one.

    This illusion is fleeting and should be psychological.

    Green plants are still dissolving zombies. After dissolving, clean the big ornaments such as the sofa that are not easy to clean, and then go back to sleep.

    Furdie took over the cleaning work behind.

    Compared with yesterday, the green plants are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Especially radish.

    Before the end of the world, it was a small pot of ordinary ornamental plants, but now it has become a small tree.

    As it rests, it glows green.

    It is not as obvious as white light, but quietly conveys to the ground and surrounding walls along the roots.

    After cleaning, pay close attention to the wall.

    Gradually, she discovered that the inconspicuous green light spots gradually turned into various colors.

    Part of it was like the white light that healed her wound, and the other part was blue, clear, purple.

    Fu Erdie reached out and touched, and the white light spot came over and circled her fingertips twice. The light spots of other colors ignored her and continued to walk around the room, slowly disappearing.

    Fuerdie twitched her fingertips and bowed her head in thought.

    There is a large-scale power outage in the surrounding area, and her house should also be in a state of power outage.

    But after killing the zombies yesterday, the night light and air conditioner turned on by themselves, and all the charging sockets and even the monitoring at the door were also powered on again.

    In addition to electricity, she can also use water and gas normally.

    The water tanks and buckets that were filled on the first day of the apocalypse have not yet been used.

    Fuerdie had a guess and immediately went to verify.

    She opened the window, and under the heat, tied a rope, and moved little by little from the balcony on this side to the balcony of the neighbor's house on the other side.

    The neighbor's house is relatively clean so far. The door was firmly shut without being broken into. Every room inside is also what Fu Erdie saw when he came to buy tools last time.

    She turned on the tap.

    A little residual water spewed from the dilapidated pipe, and then nothing happened.

    She went to the kitchen again and turned on the stove. No gas.

    Turn off the stove, Fu Erdie is a little happy to be protected.

    Her house has really changed. And it has mutated to be particularly almighty, almost what it looked like before the end of the world, what it looked like.

    But she felt unworthy. I have a treasure but I can't keep it, I can only hope that no one with supernatural powers will come to the door.

    Fu Erdie sensed the surging negative emotions and quickly shook her head.

    It's better to fight zombies instead of thinking wildly.

    So this afternoon, Fu Erdie fought another wave of zombies.

    Scarred again, then healed by room.

    Perhaps she was the one who moved the most in the whole building, so every time a wave of zombies was cleaned up, another wave of zombies came over.

    Fu Erdie fought like this for more than ten days, and when she arrived at No. 731, she even cleaned up the zombies in the entire building.

    On this day, the rice she ate for two months was officially exhausted.