Life is static, but the outside world may not be static.
The next morning, when he rubbed the shit out of his eyes and opened the curtains in a daze, his eyes immediately widened and he took a breath.
All he could see outside the gray window was patches of gray goose feather snow. is falling from the sky, spreading out a gray world Gray snow is the enemy of survivors.
Its color is related to the accumulation of radioactive dust in the atmosphere.
Since the nuclear explosion, gray snow has fallen every winter.
The direct result of the gray snow is that the radiation value in the air increases sharply.
For at least a month after the snow, survivors cannot go out without protection.
When they have to go out, they must wear gloves and gas masks.
Some people even have to wear them.
Thick biochemical protective clothing to prevent skin exposure to the air as much as possible.
And wearing it like this is very inconvenient for both diggers and miners.
The most terrible thing is that snowy days are also the days when nuclear zombies are most active.
"They" are not afraid of nuclear radiation.
The snow is the best time for "them" to prey on survivors.
Therefore, every time before winter comes, survivors will make sufficient reserves in advance.
They will not have to go out for at least two or three months and rely on the reserves at home.
Even so, a large number of people will die every winter, and some will die of hunger or disease. , some died from the mouth of the nuclear corpse.
Winter is also the most difficult time for nuke corpses.
Their staple food is raw meat.
In other seasons, they can still prey on wild animals.
But when winter comes, all animals enter hibernation, and "they" have no choice but to shift their target to hibernating turtles.
Survivors at home.
After all, nuclear zombies are just humans with nuclear mutations.
Although "they" are more willing to use their teeth and hands, they still have human consciousness and thinking, and will always find a way to break in.
However, the survivors who have survived until now are obviously smarter and always have ways to resist "them", so after every winter, corpses of nuclear corpses can be seen everywhere on the road.
However, it was still winter, but this gray snow happened in summer.
Once upon a time, "mountains have no mausoleums, rivers are exhausted, winter thunders tremble, and summer rains and snows" were just fantasies that only existed in ancient poetry.
Even modern people before nuclear explosions believed that this kind of vision would only appear at the end of the world.
But for survivors in this city, snow in the summer is not uncommon.
He still remembered the last time it snowed in summer, the year his father left him.
That summer, it can be said that the survivors experienced the most difficult period after the nuclear explosion.
It was all because of the sudden gray snow that disrupted the rhythm of survival of all survivors.
The psychological blow was the most severe, even for the most optimistic.
People also believe that the end has come, and many people choose to commit suicide to avoid suffering the pain of starving to death or being eaten by nuclear zombies.
What kind of unpredictable disaster will happen this time?
No one has the comfort of having enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.
A long-lost sense of crisis surges into his heart.
At the same time, he is secretly glad that he has just come back from digging wasteland.
The harvest this time plus With the previous accumulation, there should be no problem if you persist for a month.
In the next few days, he lay on the windowsill and balcony almost all day long, using binoculars to monitor the inside and outside of the community to see if the snow had melted.
After seven or eight days of such panic, a problem that should have been expected occurred.
The light bulb above my head began to flicker and the battery was about to run out of power.
It would be so terrifying to live in the dark night without electricity.
He instinctively wanted to put on a gas mask, grab the battery and go to the black market to recharge, but in the end he could not withstand the greater fear of the outside world and did not dare to go out.
He took stock of the candles at home and found that they were fine.
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He could hold on to them for a few months.
But at night, without the company of a movie, a loneliness that has been forgotten by the world always comes to my heart.
Whenever night fell, he would stand behind the floor-to-ceiling glass on the balcony and examine the boundless darkness gradually shrouding his surroundings.
He would have the illusion of being swallowed by some kind of monster from the bottom of his heart.
He would close the curtains as if to escape and light a fire.
I held a candle and immersed myself in the familiar atmosphere of my own home, feeling a little more at ease.
During the day, he basically had nothing to do except observe the outside world.
Rainbow Community is so inconspicuous that even nuclear zombies can’t look down upon it.
The snow on the ground has basically melted, and there is only a small amount of snow left on the eaves.
Counting the days, half a month has passed.
This time is a life-or-death decision for many survivors who have not had time to prepare, because their reserves are on the verge of exhaustion.
On this day, he finally found human traces on the road outside.
From the round frame of the telescope, he could clearly see that this was a survivor wearing a black gas mask, running on the road.
He noticed that this survivor not only had empty hands, but also no backpack.
Who would be so stupid to risk his life and go outside without bringing survival supplies home?
There is only one situation: being chased by a nuclear zombie and having to throw them away.
Despite all the weight, there was no nuclear corpse behind him.
When he was wondering, a roar of a motor suddenly came.
He couldn't help but put down the telescope and looked around.
He saw a motorcycle rushing out at the other end of the road, and the survivors who were running accelerated after hearing the sound.
Running for his life.
He couldn't understand.
Could it be that this survivor was actually afraid of people riding motorcycles?
He raised the telescope again and turned to the motorcycle.
There were two people riding on it, wearing the same helmet.
There was actually a skull on the helmet.
The gas mask and snow sunglasses look very scary, just like a skeleton knight.
Just as he thought about it, the skeleton knight had already caught up with the runner.
The knight behind him stood up across his seat, raised one hand high, shook out something, spun it in the air, and then threw it forward.
The runner staggered, and then Fell to the ground.
He could see clearly from the telescope that the thing in the knight's hand turned out to be a rope loop, which covered the runner's arms.
Then, the motorcycle stopped, and the knight in the back seat bent down and grabbed the runner, ignoring his After struggling and twisting, he moved between the two of them.
The motor roared loudly again, and the exhaust pipe spewed smoke as it flew away.
He was watching with eyes wide open upstairs, speculating on the relationship between the Skeleton Knight and the Runner, whether it was a personal grudge or the Runner was a thief.
The family's reserves were exhausted and he had no choice but to steal other people's things, but there was no need to arrest him. , now that there are no law enforcers, who will take care of the food if they are captured?
It's rare that so many questions pop up in his brain, but it's hard to sort them out one by one.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore.
It's wasting brain cells and body heat in vain.
He just left a bunch of questions when he suddenly thought of a question that related to him.
Feeling excited all over, I lay down on the window sill to observe again.
After confirming that no suspicious person appeared, he quickly took out a gas mask from the storage room, put it on and went out.
He demolished all the defense lines from the first to the third floor, and covered the previous footprints with dust to prevent intruders.
When I broke into the community, I couldn't find that I lived here for a while.
The intruders did not appear, either human or nuclear corpses.
The long and difficult month finally came to an end.
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He got up early, counted the remaining food reserves like a miser, including five cans of lunch meat, nine bags of compressed biscuits and a dozen bottles of mineral water.
He felt relieved and started.
Prepare for today's excavation work.
As a precaution, he put a gas mask into his backpack before going out.
He checked the radiation meter first and found that the value was normal.
After leaving home after a month, he had a rare feeling of freedom like a bird leaving its cage.
He pedaled the bicycle very fast, and the lifeless environment around him seemed to have a glimmer of life because of his appearance.
He suddenly realized that during this month of extreme fear, he had missed his birthday.
He thought that he would work harder today, and if the harvest was good, he would make up for his birthday by eating a meal of leek dumplings.
Diggers are like garbage collectors, they usually have no purpose and just follow where they go.
When a large gray building complex came into view, he was delighted at first, and then stunned.
By some strange coincidence, he actually returned to the neighborhood where he met her.
Once he came, he made peace with it.
He remembered that there was quite an area in this community that he had not searched.
After confirming that there was nothing suspicious, he hid the bicycle in the grass and followed the last path to the community.
It was strange.
As soon as he approached the gate of the community, he had a feeling that something was wrong.
He always believed in his hunch, but this time, he stood still and looked around carefully.
There was nothing.
If there are signs that something or someone is secretly watching, you must be suspicious, or you may be disturbed by that stinky girl.
Alas, the old saying "stay away from women" is absolutely true.
He shook his head and walked towards the entrance.
There were two automatic railings across the middle of the entrance, which were the roadway, and the small doors on both sides were the sidewalks.
He noticed that there was a thick layer of dust on the ground in front of the small door.
It seemed that no one had passed by for a long time.
He made a decision in his heart and stepped forward.
Just when his foot was about to fall, his brain suddenly flashed.
No, he had been here a month ago, how could he not leave any footprints?
But before the alertness generated by his brain could be conveyed, he could no longer hold his feet.
His sneakers lightly stepped on the dust, and the dust was flying.
He was completely unable to react, and his whole body was hanging upside down in mid-air. , with the momentum of the swing, his head suddenly hit the wall next to the small door.
Before he fainted, there was only one big and bad thought left in his mind: It's over, he's been attacked.
I don't know how long it took, but he woke up and found that he was still in an upside-down world, with the gray sky under his feet and the gray earth above his head.
The horizon in the distance could not tell which side was the sky and which side was the earth, as if It's like soaring clouds and driving mist.
A sudden burning pain came from the side of his head, which brought his consciousness back to reality.
He turned his face to the left and right, raised his head up and down, and saw his situation clearly: there was a stick on his right foot.
Finger-thick ropes, ropes The other end was tied to the top of the gate, and his body hung in the middle of the gate.
His head was about three or four meters from the ground, and five or six meters from the walls on both sides.
He really couldn't reach the sky or the ground.
There is no village in the front and no store in the back When did "they" become so smart?
His first reaction was that this was a trap set by nuclear zombies.
When he thought of nuclear zombies, he hurriedly touched the painful part of his head with his hand, and a big lump bulged up.
It wasn't scary.
He put his hand in front of his eyes and took a look.
Fortunately, there was no bleeding.
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He felt a little relieved, but he felt a little dizzy.
It should be because he had been hanging upside down for too long.
Don't think too much, before "they" appear, getting out of trouble quickly is the first priority.
He took out the dagger from his waist and did sit-ups in the air.
His ankle immediately hurt.
It turned out that the rope was tightening with his exertion.
Tighten it up and it seems to be sinking into the flesh.
He was very confident in the strength of his abdominal muscles and knew that he would be able to reach the rope on his feet this time, but strangely, he felt a tightness in his back and couldn't reach it.
He realized that the backpack on his back was hindering him.
He immediately moved his arms and the backpack fell to the ground with a "plop", stirring up a cloud of dust.
He couldn't help but shudder, already thinking that if he cut the rope and fell down like this, he would be three or four meters high and would break his bones even if he didn't fall to death.
It was a matter of life and death.
His mind was racing and he thought of a countermeasure.
Only by grabbing the rope with both hands, cutting it and landing on his feet could he avoid injury.
This plan was good, but it was much more difficult to implement than before.
He inserted the dagger back and did sit-ups again.
After several times, he finally grabbed the rope.
With this exertion, his whole body moved like a swing.
Swinging.
He felt that his head was clear and he felt much more comfortable.
He freed up a hand to touch his waist, but the touch came up empty.
The action just now was too big and he threw the dagger out.
Fortunately, his calf was still tied.
Carrying a spare multifunctional saber, I really want to thank my father for his foresight.
He touched his calf again, and his face turned green.
It was raining at night.
Every time he went out, he would remember to bring the saber with him, but he never used it.
However, when he needed it this time, he actually forgot to bring it with him. , he suddenly felt like God was going to kill me
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