He nimbly climbed over the balcony on the third floor and entered a house.
Although he felt that the word "house" was not appropriate because the house was no longer inhabited.
Romance Diggers are not thieves, and they never rush into inhabited places, although there must be all kinds of necessary survival materials in inhabited places.
Survival supplies, yes, not living supplies.
In this city, survival is the highest requirement for every survivor.
Clean water, pollution-free food, and necessary medicines are the most important survival supplies.
He had already explored the road before entering.
This was a medium-sized residential complex with several hundred households.
There were no traces of survivors living there, as could be judged from the dust accumulated on the ground.
Such a community has naturally been visited many times by diggers, as can be seen from the shattered window glass.
However, he was lucky today.
Before climbing over the balcony, he had already stepped on each house in the corridor.
At this point, I found that although the door of a house was covered with marks of slashes and axes, it had not been pried open.
Not all diggers have such good skills as him.
Most diggers will choose the simplest and most effective way to break in directly.
There are also some who can open locks, but that is a technical job and not everyone can do it. mastered.
As for him, as long as there is no anti-theft net blocking him, he can climb several floors without any problem.
This is thanks to his father, who trained him.
He had a premonition that today's harvest might be richer.
His premonition was always strong, although most of the time, it was good but bad.
After he entered the living room, before he had time to look around, he was driven into the bathroom by a strong urge to defecate.
He sat comfortably on the toilet and read a newspaper in his hand.
Reading a newspaper while defecating is a luxury that borders on luxury for him.
First of all, he has to defecate once a week at most.
There is nothing he can do.
He can't eat green vegetables or fruits.
It would be good if he can defecate.
Secondly, there are no newspapers anymore.
He looked at the date of the newspaper in his hand.
It was the day after the nuclear explosion.
The newspaper was a local evening newspaper.
This newspaper might be its last edition.
Because of the interruption of contact with the outside world, there is no international or domestic news in the newspaper, only local news.
Although ten years have passed, the picture news on the front page is still as shocking as ever.
The headline is "The Doomsday of Cannibalism".
Although the picture is mosaic, it is still creepy.
It is a woman running in a hurry.
It is difficult to see.
The expression on Qing's face was clear, because her face was bloody and bloody, as if it had been chewed by some animal.
Not far behind her, there were several blurry black figures chasing her.
There was a detailed description that caught his eye Those who were lucky enough to escape saw these nuclear victims staggering on the street, their bare scalps or the torn red flesh exposed from their broken clothes, and their faces that seemed to be about to explode at any time.
The ruptured blisters were all avoided with disgust, ignoring their outstretched hands for help.
A young woman pointed at them and screamed as if she saw a ghost: "The zombies are coming."
When the nuclear victims heard such a title, their expressions gradually became ferocious, and they suddenly surrounded the woman and started biting them together.
Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the streets were in chaos, people were running in all directions, and screams of "zombie" were heard everywhere He has never understood why nuclear victims eat people and has never heard any official explanation, because they are not real "zombies" after all.
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Perhaps this is the real inducement, because they are ignored or even hated by the survivors.
Just use this extreme method to prove your existence.
He finally finished it, but found that there was no toilet paper in the paper tube.
He looked at the newspaper in his hand and had no choice but to sacrifice it, even though it might be an antique that could enter the museum now.
He folded the newspaper in half twice and tore it into several pieces.
As soon as he wiped it for the first time, he heard movement downstairs outside.
His heart skipped a beat.
He half-lifted his pants, stuck out his buttocks that hadn't been wiped yet, and stuck his head out.
Go to the bathroom window and look out.
Sure enough, the nuclear polluters we just saw smelled human scent and wandered in.
Nuclear polluters are a term given by survivors to those humans who have been exposed to nuclear radiation.
They are believed to be like poisonous bacteria that will contaminate wherever they go.
"Nuclear victims" is the official title, which is the unified statement in those newspapers and radio broadcasts that are out of print.
It is more humane and has a bit of compassion, just like there was a period when sex workers were called women who have fallen into disgrace.
But just like sex workers have a more popular name "Miss", nuclear polluters also have a more colloquial and vivid term "nuclear corpse" among the people.
At first glance, it is derived from zombies, but there are many A hint of horror.
After all, nuclear power has been a terrifying shadow that has hung over mankind for more than a century.
He didn't panic, and subconsciously touched the dagger on his waist.
There was also a multifunctional saber tied to his calf, which was left to him by his father.
His father told him that nuclear zombies are not scary, at least when one-on-one, "he" does not have the upper hand, and is even weaker than normal people, because "he" is essentially a patient.
I remember that when his father took him to dig wasteland, he once encountered a lone nuclear corpse.
"He" pounced on it like a wild beast that found a delicious meal.
Unfortunately, "he" couldn't swallow the meal in front of him. , but was devoured by the feast.
In front of him, his father fought with the nuclear corpse.
As if to set an example for his son, the father used a dagger to slit the nuclear zombie's throat.
This was "his" weakest link, and it was like a fountain of "his" blood.
When the blood came out from the cut throat, his father loudly ordered him who couldn't bear to witness it.
He looked up at this scene.
At that time, he even felt a trace of resentment: Why is his father so cruel?
Only when he embarked on the road of digging wasteland alone did he understand his father's painstaking efforts.
If it weren't for his father's words and deeds, he would have died countless times.
He has never killed a nuclear polluter, but his father's teachings have made him aware of "his" weaknesses, so that he will not panic when facing "him", and when he encounters "them", his consistent The choice is "hide, or run away if you can't hide".
He has always believed that wisdom, not violence, can allow him to survive in this ruined city.
His father once specially told him that once he encounters the following two situations, when nuclear zombies appear in groups or smell the blood of normal people, there is only one word "escape".
Yes, although "they" have become patients, they Awakening a certain primitive talent in human beings, that is, joint attack.
This is the instinct that primitive humans evolved when hunting large beasts in order to survive.
But now, "they" use this instinct to deal with their former kind. body.
Nuclear corpses cannot see blood.
When "they" smell the blood of normal people, they turn into stimulated beasts and become more aggressive.
Their body functions will suddenly improve, their strength will greatly increase, and their speed will increase.
Like injecting stimulants and drugs, this may also be a major reason why "nuclear zombies" regard normal people as delicacies.
"They" have become addicted to cannibalism.
He observed "them" and they were following his footsteps on the road in the community.
He thought proudly that this was enough for "them" to go around for at least half an hour, because he walked around the road in the community for half a day, allowing "them" to circle around for half an hour.
People couldn't tell which building he entered, and even if "they" found the building, they couldn't break in.
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After "they" restored the nature of certain animals, human instinct seemed to have degenerated, and they were more willing to use their teeth and hands than other tools.
He now had enough time to dig the house out.
He wiped his butt again, pulled up his pants, and started digging for treasures.
The house was better preserved than he expected, with no trace of being disturbed or damaged.
The thickness of the dust on the ground showed that the original owner had left for a while, but he must have stayed there for a long time.
When he left, he left everything in the house.
The furniture was covered with a thin layer of cloth, and the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, showing his nostalgia and reluctance.
He found a box of survival supplies, seven or eight bottles of mineral water, some cans and medicines in the cabinet in the study, including a bottle of very precious iodine tablets.
He had another rare luxury and drank an entire bottle of clean water in one go.
Due to nuclear contamination, the city's tap water and surface water are undrinkable.
Only the deep underground water is clean, but it is controlled by the black market's water heads.
Shui Head, Food Head and Medicine Head are the three giants of the black market.
They control this city.
The lifeblood of hundreds of thousands of survivors.
The official aid station has become a symbolic charity, retreating in a corner of the city.
He put all the water and medicine into his backpack.
As for the cans, they had to be given up with regret because they had expired for a long time.
He carefully searched every corner of the room like a treasure digger, and the backpack was quickly filled. , he even got a surprise, he found an iad8, which is a good thing and can be exchanged for five cans of cans or a bag of mung beans on the black market.
He checked it and found that it was usable, so he put it in his backpack and returned home with a full load.
In his short career as a excavator, from the freshness of being a thief to the smooth sophistication now, he has experienced all kinds of encounters.
There is nothing that can move him anymore, but there are still a few things.
Worth mentioning.
Once, he broke into a villa and saw the living room strewn with banknotes, estimated to be at least several million yuan.
Although he had no memory of money, he also knew that before the nuclear explosion, the cash would cost a lot of money.
People give everything, but now, even waste paper is worse than waste paper.
At most, it can be used to light cigarettes, but he does not smoke.
Another time, he found the corpse of a recently deceased beauty in a small high-rise residence.
A real beauty, with exquisitely beautiful features.
Even though her eyes had lost their luster, they still had a soul-stirring charm. , but what really shocked him was her lower body.
Only the bloody skeleton was left, red and white.
The contrast was so terrifying that he vomited on the spot.
That was the first time he saw the dangers of nuclear mutant giant rats.
Yes, of course there will be mutated horrific creatures after the nuclear disaster, and giant rats are the most threatening mutated creatures to humans.
He had seen the corpse of a giant rat on the black market.
It was as big as a cat, with gray fur, deformed claws two centimeters long, long and pointed teeth, red eyes, and a very fierce appearance.
However, giant rats are photophobic and live underground all year round.
They can only come to the surface at night.
Therefore, survivors all bear in mind one of the most important survival rules: do not go out at night.
The alarm on the watch on "Didi"'s wrist rang, reminding him that it was "off duty" time and he had to get home before dark.
To be honest, if there weren't a few nuclear polluters down there, he almost wanted to live in this community for a few days, and there must be greater gains
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