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

    In the evening, Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao came to grandma's house smoothly.

    Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao discussed it and decided to remove the glass on all four sides and use it as the four sides of the box car.

      , and then use hinges to connect the windows, so that the two are connected smoothly.

    As for the iron bed, it is a bit reluctant to stretch and deform while covering the top, bottom, and surrounding connections. However, if another iron bed is pulled over, the weight of the box truck will be as high as 400 pounds, which is too heavy.

    Considering it all, Sang Wenhao insisted on controlling the height so that Fu Erdie would not hit his head, and on this basis added the iron cage that he had used several times before.

    Fu Erdie is 165 tall, she can stand up straight in the box car, and there is some space for dandelions on her head. But Sang Wenhao was 185 tall, so he couldn't stand up straight in the boxcar, so he could only hook his head.

    The weight of the final box truck was about two hundred kilograms. Five or six hundred pounds.

    Fu Erdie was a little tired, she and Sang Wenhao leaned against the wall while pulling and pushing to restore energy and stamina while watching it play.

    However, looking at it, she found that the house was merging these parts, so that they could form a whole controlled by the house at the same time.

    She and Sang Wenhao watched intently.

    After an hour, with the back and forth efforts of the light group, the whole box car is finally no longer a scattered part for it, but a whole that can be completely wrapped, no longer needs to be paid for As Erdie imagined before, if the part of the box car breaks down and then goes to repair the house, things will be much simpler, and Fu Erdie and the others will be much safer if they live in the box car.

    Both of them rarely have some insomnia. It seems that everything is ready, carry a home with you, nothing is missing, nothing to worry about, very good.

    Kefuerdie just has no idea.

    The fear of the unknown and the dread of having to step out of her comfort zone made her toss and turn.

    She can't sleep.

    But if she can't sleep, it means she will not have the energy to hurry tomorrow. If she encounters various tough battles tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, what should she do if she has no energy?

    What should she do if she encounters powerful zombies like metal hardened zombies, or other powerful power users?

    If these people can't fly, all is well. What if they can fly, or if their abilities are weird enough to knock them down?

    The more she thought about it, the less she fell asleep.

    Footsteps are heard outside.

    Fu Erdie didn't turn her head to look, she knew it was Sang Wenhao.

    Fu Erdie did not close the bedroom door, after all, there are zombies around this room. The zombies did not come around, just because the breath was blown away by the wind of the dandelion, the zombies could not find the exact location.

    Just in case, she will open the door of every room in the house, and if there is any movement, she can walk from the other side.

    Sang Wenhao walked in, spread the thin sofa cushion on the ground, and lay on it.

    In the darkness, the walls shone with the gentle light of moonlight.

    Fu Erdie looked at the profile of the man on the ground and said softly, "What are you doing."

    Sang Wenhao: "Can't sleep. There are zombies outside, I need your protection."

    "Pfft."

    Fu Erdie knew that he was deliberately letting himself relax, and when he said something out of tune, the tense nerves in his mind did relax a bit unconsciously.

    "Don't sleep on the floor, it's cold."

    "It's alright, anyway, a cold can be cured by the house."

    "It will be tiring to treat a cold all day long in the house. And if it is not cured, it will not be uncomfortable when you have a cold. Get up, don't sleep on the floor."

    Sang Wenhao has closed his eyes, as if falling asleep in a second.

    Fuerdie: “…”

    Fu Erdie looked at him and suddenly had a bad idea.

    She got up and got out of bed and walked to Sang Wenhao, suddenly bent down and gave Sang Wenhao a princess hug.

    Sang Wenhao opened his eyes instantly, and his usually mourned half-closed eyes instantly turned into dog eyes.

    Fu Erdie felt amused, so she hugged a man twenty centimeters taller than her and returned to the bedroom where he slept before.

    If it wasn't for her mind, she even wanted to trick him into giving him a good night kiss and wishing him a good dream.

    The two slept in their own rooms, and this time they fell asleep quickly.

    The next morning just after dawn, Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao finished breakfast, packed their luggage and potatoes, and set off in a boxcar with a pile of dandelions on top.

    The city center in the early morning was eerily quiet, and one after another, some zombies began to wander around because they could see the road.

    The box truck drifted slowly in the air, except for some zombies on the top floor, not noticed by any zombies.

    Fuerdie held the tablet and the previously printed map in her hand, and repeatedly compared the road.

    c The roads in the city are complicated, and she relies on navigation wherever she goes. If a fork in the road is wrong, she may not be able to reach her destination.

    In the beginning, everything went smoothly, because Fu Erdie lived here when she was a child, and she was familiar with the surrounding roads. But after flying seven or eight kilometers, it was not the way that Fu Erdie was familiar with.

    She can tell the difference if she rides the car on the ground. But now they are twenty or thirty stories high, higher than most buildings. Many high-rise residential buildings cover a large area, and each building is similar. Fu Erdie can't judge which door is which door. He can only use binoculars to look at the more specific names of shops on the first floor, and then make auxiliary judgments based on large landmark buildings. , and constantly correct the direction of travel.

    Just, it's really slow.

    At ten o'clock in the morning, I expected to reach the place where my grandmother resumed communication at the end of June, but now even 1/3 has not been there.

    They have been flying for five hours, and decided to go to a roof to rest, and kill a few zombies to feed potatoes and dandelions.