Shen Ziyu closed his eyes, remembering the place where the original owner and An's mother last met. h city.
Ye Chenxi thought about the way.
They were in S city now.
It would take at least a day and a half to get from here to H city.
"An Ran, what are you doing in City H?"
I don't know what the current situation in City H is like.
However, the distance between City H and the base is not very far.
If we go there, there won’t be many detours when we go back.
City S is no longer the bustling City S it used to be.
The streets are now full of tattered and bloody wrecks.
Where there is silence there is still the joy and laughter of the past.
Although Ye Chenxi drove a little faster, Shen Ziyu opened his eyes occasionally and saw countless broken arms and bloody body parts with internal organs.
They were all living people who had been mutilated.
It was unknown how many of them died in "relatives" in hand.
Just what is the reason for this virus outbreak?
Shen Ziyu was inexplicably kind.
But it was just some, not enough for her to solve.
After all, it was impossible for her to take the initiative to do anything with her lazy nature.
"Mom is over there."
Somehow, Shen Ziyu could never forget the memory of An's mother staying with her original owner.
Maybe it was because she looked exactly like her mother.
"Ah, you mean An's mother."
Ye Chenxi thought of the pros and cons.
Well, she still had to go to City H.
"Then we have to speed up and rescue your mother quickly."
They were probably already zombies when they were rescued.
Shen Ziyu smiled lightly and did not answer any more.
It's just that the smile is obviously a little heavier.
Zombies.
Some people say that God cannot bear to see it and wants to give mankind the final judgment.
The past has transformed into a new human being, unable to survive and buried in the wreckage of history.
But what are the facts and does it matter?
In the cold weather, there is a circle of people cooking and keeping warm by the only fire.
The invasion of the doomsday made all of them particularly embarrassed.
In the crowd, someone held a story and read it out.
And its delicate and thin figure is particularly obvious.
"Hey, you kid, you haven't been foraging for three days, do you want to eat for free?"
The person who thought he was the leader stood up and pointed at the silent young man with a stick.
"Hey, don't hit this young man.
I'll share his food with him."
The old woman stood up from her seat, perhaps unable to bear it, and gave him the bread in her hand.
She only drank the white porridge.
The young man did not take the bread, but his eyes seemed to see through everything.
There was white powder on the old woman's white wrists, which made him sneer and stand up: "As expected, birds of a feather flock together."
The old woman was stunned on the spot, blinking her eyes and not responding to the call: "Young man, what do you mean?
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I am an old woman who gives you bread regardless of whether you are full, so you are mocking me like this?"
The old woman's cry quickly gathered a crowd of people around to watch.
Perhaps it is because young people usually talk less and are not gregarious, so the continuous criticisms are directed at him.
"Everything is happening.
Are you trying to attract zombies by being so loud?"
The leaders of the team stood up in an attempt to stop the noise, but in fact, in the eyes of the young man, all this was more like a A total joke.
"Why is it you again?"
The man who had spoken young words earlier became even more unhappy when he saw him, "You said you, a grown man, have the nerve to make trouble even though you are eating free food all day long." aa2705221: