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

    The horrific corpse scene has been fully disposed of, and the room looks a lot cleaner.

    The potato seedlings have grown up and are now quietly in the flowerpot, as if they were sleeping.

    On its flowerpot, there are two clean newly unearthed potatoes, round and chubby, very cute.

    Fu Erdie stepped forward, carefully picked up the potatoes, and took the flower pot into her arms.

    This is really, a huge surprise.

    Her rations are available!

     Potato seedlings and radishes have time to rest and grow after eating. You cannot "work" during this time.

    So, Fu Erdie found Lulu again and asked if there were other mutant crops at home that could be brought out.

    The radish turned around and picked one out of the seeds that Fu Erdie brought back yesterday.

    This seed did not germinate, it was ordinary, Fu Erdie felt a bit like a millet, but she was not sure.

    Because it was too primitive and weak, Fu Erdie did not feel its movement.

    But since it was selected by Lulu, there must be something special about it.

    There are no extra flower pots at home, so Fu Erdie decided to plant it in a floor vase that 16-7 cannot move.

    This time, she found something that could be used as a flower pot.

    Variant green plants such as dill and spider plants can also take root and survive in the case of a thin layer of soil. Without other mutant crops, Fu Erdie considered taking spider plants, gardenias, and green plants to go out to eat.

    Clean up by the way.

    After confirming that the 16th floor was cleared, Fuerdie began to enter the 17th floor.

    Similar to the situation on the 16th floor, only the doors of three households on the 17th floor are still closed and have not been breached.

    Fu Erdie went out this time with a spider plant.

    The activity of spider plants is much higher than that of potato seedlings, and the food intake is also large.

    Furdie hadn't finished rummaging through a room, but Chlorophytum was happily ready to clean the next room.

    Fuerdie had to pay attention to the situation of the spider plant at any time, to see that it had a tendency to run around, just like taking care of a bear child, put it in a safe place and let it continue to eat.

    In the first two rooms, Fu Erdie had to face the corpse by herself.

    In the eight rooms in the back, when Fu Erdie entered, it was already clean, and there was not much dust left.

    The spider plant is full and even wants to burp.

    Fu Erdie quickly took her back to 16-1, put her back on the balcony, and cleaned the 17th floor again.

    The next day, she took the gardenia to the 18th floor and did the same.

    On the third day, she took Succulent to the 19th floor.

    It's been a rough day.

    Succulent, cute, and short. Its root system is the same as its appearance, short and unable to extend.

    Fu Erdie held a small square box and placed it next to a corpse.

    It took a full hour for Succulent to slowly stretch out the roots that are more than stout and lack flexibility in length.

    Fu Erdie went about her own business, but she didn't worry about it jumping to the danger zone.

    When she finished searching one floor, Succulent finally ate the water bottle-sized corpse.

    Fu Erdie thought about it, put it next to a relatively large corpse, and then went home and picked up the recovered potato seedlings to eat and absorb the remaining garbage on this floor, and finally Successfully get three potatoes.

    Fu Erdie was very happy, she replaced the spider plants and gardenias, and cleaned the 20th and 21st floors overnight to ensure that there were no zombies and other dangers on these floors, she put the succulents in a safe place. The room of the corpse, let her slowly absorb it.

    Furdie made a mashed potato at night and shared it with the dog.

    On the balcony, ten more kumquats matured, and fifteen new ones appeared.

    The other potato seedlings planted before have not yet yielded results, but there are already two sweet potatoes, and Fuerdie picked them up and stored them.

    The peach and cherry trees have grown up. Under the special mutation environment of the balcony, they are not tall or strong, but they look very strong, and they have already begun to bear fruit. It is estimated that it will take four or five days. There will be ripe fruit.

    In the first few days of the last days, they used their own fruit and grain to grow crops, and they all grew well.

    Only tomatoes and cucumbers grow on the vine, and they develop a little fight. Fu Erdie has seen them entangled and twisted and twisted more than once. I don't know if it is plant instinct, or just like Luluo, the wisdom is mutated.

    After sweeping the building every day, Fu Erdie would persuade them like the kindergarten principal, separate them, and fiddle with the direction of the vines, so that one of them goes to the left and the other to the right.

    But the next day, they will be entangled again, and they will fight.

    Fuerdie has thought about planting them in vases that cannot be moved on other floors like millet in a vase. But they don't want to.

    The green dill tried to pull and almost broke the vine, but the cucumber and tomato did not leave the small flower bed on the balcony.

    Fu Erdie had no choice but to give up.

    Like a person, maybe in a room with more than 30 degrees, you can live a normal life every day. But to stay in an air-conditioned room, why not?

    Tomatoes and cucumbers are reluctant to go out, not only because of the temperature, but also because 16-1 is safer and the ambient air is fresher.

      Can keep all crops alive.

    The millet of 16-7 belongs to the variation of wisdom, and when it is taken out, it is still small and has no room for resistance. Now in the vase, I was wronged and strong and developed, and only a seedling came out, looking very pitiful.

    In order to appease it and at the same time want to do experiments, Fuerdie will come to water on time every day.

    She wanted to know if planting mutated plants outside her home could expand the area protected by the house.

    Currently, there is no such trend.

    Furdie can only keep trying.

    No. 87, Fu Erdie has been cleaned up to the 23rd floor from bottom to top.

    Another floor will be cleared, and the 16th floor to the top will be opened up.

    I don't know if I'm used to it, or if cleaning really works. She felt that these floors were no longer so stinky.

    Unsweeped 24 floors, also less painful and smelly.

    She was wearing a beggar's clothes and carrying gardenias, and she was familiar with cleaning from 24-1.

    Everything went smoothly.

    But at 24-4, she suddenly heard some movement in 24-5.

    She stopped immediately and clenched the hammer in her hand.

    The sultry air seemed to stagnate for a moment, she looked in the direction of 24-5, and stepped back gently, out of the range that the cat's eyes could see.

    The gardenia, who worked diligently, also felt the strangeness of Fu Erdie, stopped and disguised as an ordinary potted plant.

    However, in the sweltering heat of the end times and no clean water source, no matter how ordinary a pot of gardenia is, it is very unusual.

    Gardenia didn't move, Fu Erdie didn't move, and the unknown creatures inside 24-5 didn't move either.

    The weather was very hot, and the sweat on Fu Erdie's body quickly soaked her clothes and dripped onto the ground.

    For a long time, Fu Erdie decided to retreat with the flower pot.

    The door of 24-4 is diagonally opposite to 24-5.

    However, the cat's eyes are not very clear. As long as the speed is fast enough, the other party may not be able to react.

    She turned sideways and flew out.

    The things around her slide by, like an afterimage that has been omitted.

    Fuerdie opened her eyes. Her speed...seems to be a lot faster than at the beginning.

    Leaving the corridor, Fu Erdie went straight downstairs, ready to give up the entire twenty-fourth floor.

    As a result, a hoarse voice came from the corridor behind.

    "Excuse me, is it a human?"

    The voice is indistinguishable from male or female, the only certainty is weakness. very weak.

    Fu Erdie's heart was relieved, but she was afraid that it was the protective color of the power user, and continued to go downstairs.

    The voice was very fast, as if pulling the bellows hard.

    "I want a little water, just a little, okay?"

    Fu Erdie continued downstairs.

    The speed of going downstairs was getting slower and slower. When she reached the 22nd floor, she stopped.

    That person, if not a zombie, not a power user, just an ordinary person, with her help now, it is possible to help her through the difficulties.

    Her house has water, fruit, potatoes that are still producing, and even peppers and shallots planted before the end of the world. If you give this neighbor a little something, maybe the neighbor will survive?

    She doesn't lack these things.

    However, if you give it and get entangled by this person, will the experiment you have to do and the secret of your room be exposed?

    The morality of saving people and the nature of self-defense are all in one ball.

    Fu Erdie went down a few steps, and finally ran back home—

    She used the bottle she bought, filled a bottle of water, took a kumquat, and went out again.

    She walked very slowly, feeling the temperature of the kumquat and water rising slowly, until it reached the normal temperature, and then slowly came to the 24th floor.

    The 24th floor was silent, there was no movement.

    Fu Erdie took a step by step, very vigilant. Before turning, turn on your phone's camera and take a picture of what's on the other side of the corner.

    I saw a dirty little old lady lying by the door.

    She took a few steps faster, walked over and tapped the little old lady's calf with her toes.

    Slowly, the little old lady opened her eyes.

    Dry lips opened and closed, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

    Fu Erdie couldn't care less about her vigilance, she unscrewed the level, touched the little old lady's lips, and poured water into it gently.

    The little old lady slowly co-authored, regaining some strength, and took the bottle and poured it.

    A bottle of water was quickly half drank.

    For those who are dehydrated, drinking a whole bottle is a matter of minutes.

    But the little old lady had half the bottle left and looked at Fu Erdie: "Sister, I finish this bottle of water, will you run out of water?"

    Fu Erdie shook her head: "I still have."

    She handed over the kumquat: "Here it is."

    The little old lady is rancid and has not taken a bath for a long time, and the smell is very strong. But compared to zombies, rotting corpses, this is not worth mentioning.

    She took the fist-sized kumquat tremblingly and bit it down.

    A little sour, a little sweet, it can save lives.