Chapter 9 Infected!

"Liang Lingling..."

There was nothing in the wooden house, only some straw in the corner. Zhao Zhuo pulled over and put some under him. The ground was too cold, and he pulled some for Liang Lingling. Liang Lingling folded a square under his body according to Zhao Zhuo's method and narrowed his eyes comfortably. Brother Zhao just called me Lingling. That's what everyone used to call me.

"Spiritual..." Zhao Zhuo opened his mouth and didn't know how to say it. Is the smiling girl in front of him really Liang Lingling, who killed two zombies just now? He thought for a moment and said, "Have you learned any kung fu before?"

"Yes, yes! Brother Zhao, how do you know? I have learned karate, and I'm still very good at it. Liang Lingling nodded greatly. Zhao Zhuo decided to take himself away, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Even if he died, he would not be sad to die with this person he could rely on.

"Kerate, it's still very good..." Zhao Zhuo felt that his face was a little hot. He had previously said that he wanted to protect her, but now it seems that he may be protecting him. Don't call me Brother Zhao, just call my name.

"How can that work? I just like to shout like this, Brother Zhao and Brother Zhao!" Liang Lingling took a strange look at Zhao Zhuo and didn't know why Zhao Zhuo said so.

"Cough! Whatever you want."

Zhao Zhuo pulled over the backpack, opened the backpack and spread out all the maps stuffed inside, and searched carefully.

Yanshan City is on the map, that is to say, it is now in the north, and it should be a relatively desolate north. Large areas near Yanshan have only been built in recent years. Many places are either heavy steel cities or tourist cities for development projects. For example, Yanshan City is relatively good here, but due to its poor location, it has been developing slowly and the years of urban construction are relatively long apart. Otherwise, the population of the old city will not quickly become scarce after the division of the new urban area.

However, it is also for this reason that Zhao Zhuo can escape from the city. The new urban area is densely populated and there are many high-rise buildings. It is not so easy to find a way out. Zhao Zhuo looked at the map.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it must not be able to go to the north. When the weather is cold, not only reduces food, but more importantly, he doesn't have many measures to keep out the cold. At the beginning, he was lucky to escape and didn't wear a few clothes at all. Now if he wants to go north along the road, he will not be starved to death and will be frozen. Dead.

"Yanchuan"

Zhao Zhuo showed a place from the map, and then found the place in Yanshan, drew a circle into a straight line, looked at the line that almost crossed half of the country, and found that his idea seemed to be a little unrealistic. He didn't have a car, and even if he had a car, he needed to consider gasoline. The problem, if you travel such a long distance, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time. The problem has returned to the origin and climate change has been solved, but food has become a problem again.

For such a long journey, it is impossible to say that you can rely on too many backpacks and can only find relatively dense routes in those cities, but in this case, there will definitely be zombies when you go to places with food!

Liang Lingling leaned over and asked Zhao Zhuo what he was doing. Zhao Zhuo then said what he thought. Liang Lingling agreed that as long as she followed Zhao Zhuo or whatever she did, Zhao Zhuo had a terrible headache. Liang Lingling looked at the big straight line on the map.

"Brother Zhao, we don't have to be so anxious. It's not that there must be a time limit for how long we can walk there. As long as we go straight south, we can stop if we find a suitable place halfway. If we are not satisfied, we will continue to move forward. Sooner or later, we will be there. It won't take two months a month. If two months doesn't work, it will be one year! Anyway, there is no society anymore. Everyone is just waiting to die. Liang Lingling said indifferently, but she was extremely open-minded.

Zhao Zhuo was stunned and then laughed. Liang Lingling's words are indeed reasonable. No one has urged him anymore, and there is no salary or anything like that. Now the society has been completely destroyed and chaotic. There is no need to go there in such a hurry to live anywhere. Just find a place.

There was some leakage in front of the window, which just blew on Zhao Zhuo's face. The swrenching wind blew in through the cracks, but it was a little chilly. Zhao Zhu quickly wrapped his clothes, then stood up and went to the window, pulled in the window outside and closed it again.

"Ah!" Zhao Zhuo suddenly felt a pain in his hand outside the window in the rough and hoarse sound of a crow!

Zhao Zhuo suddenly pulled his hand back, but it was still a step late. A small scar on his finger and a trace of blood squeezed out. Suddenly, Zhao Zhuo's eyes stared round. He was shocked to find that there was something that obviously did not belong to his blood in the place where he was bitten by a crow. It was a piece of rotten meat. Foam, and there is a little black and red on the shredded meat.

Zombies! The blood of zombies!"

"The crow ate the meat of the zombie!"

"It bit me!!"

Three thoughts in a row rushed into Zhao Zhuo's mind. Zhao Zhuo's whole face was distorted and quickly wiped away from his clothes * blood. Zhao Zhuo stepped back a few steps and did not dare to approach the window again. He sat back by the fire. Liang Lingling saw Zhao Zhuo retreat like a ghost and asked what was wrong. Zhao Zhuo was shocked and slept sleepy. He quickly lay back on the weeds. On the dry weeds, Zhao Zhu turned his back to Liang Lingling and dared not say that he had been bitten by the crow that ate the zombie meat.

"It's just a small wound that was bitten. Besides, it's not scratched by a zombie. There's no problem. It doesn't matter." The muscles on Zhao Zhuo's face twitched uncontrollably. He comforted himself, but the bean-sized sweat dripped down his forehead.

He held his finger tightly. He didn't dare to look at it. It was terrible. What if he really turned into a zombie? What if his finger really turned into a corpse? Cut it off?! That's more susceptible to infection!

Zhao Zhuo carefully looked at his fingers. This action, which anyone could easily do, was suddenly so difficult to do in Zhao Zhuo's eyes. His stiff neck seemed to fall with a rusty mechanical difficulty, and the wound was still bleeding. There was no change. Zhao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be no problem.

His mouth was a little dry. Zhao Zhuo got up to find his own water. He took a bottle of mineral water and took a big sip. He was still thirsty. Zhao Zhuo looked at the bottle of mineral water, and there were more than half a bottle. He took a big sip, but he still couldn't. His throat was thirsty and couldn't stand it. Zhao Zhuo simply drank it all. He threw away the mineral water bottle. He had realized that something was wrong. Liang Lingling turned over and asked what was wrong.

Zhao Zhuo smiled with difficulty. The smile was worse than crying, saying that he was thirsty and nothing.

Liang Lingling had no doubt that there was any problem and then fell asleep. Zhao Zhuo himself leaned against the weeds. He tried to lower his breathing, but there was no change. He did not dare to tell Liang Lingling, because he could not live and was about to die!

I don't want to die!

I can't die yet. I have escaped from the city. How can I die? And I saved this girl. How can she kill me? How can I die before her!!!

These crazy thoughts appeared in Zhao Zhuo's mind. He stared at Liang Lingling's back with dry eyes. Yes, how could he die first? Suddenly, Zhao Zhuo realized what he was thinking. Can't he kill zombies? Do he still want to kill people?!

He forced himself to lie down. Zhao Zhuo felt that his lips were dry and hurt a little. He put out his tongue and licked it to wet his lower lip, but it didn't work. Zhao Zhuo really believed that he was really infected and seemed to be more serious!

There seemed to be fire burning in his heart, as if a devil was attacking his heart and constantly scratching his throat with his sharp claws. He coughed a few times, but only caused the pain of dryness in his throat. He moaned, but his voice was not loud. He forced himself not to make a sound.

Sleep, sleep! Maybe it's just a psychological effect, maybe nothing will happen. Zhao Zhuo comforted himself, but it didn't work. He just didn't admit it in his letter, but in fact he was really infected.

No, I'm thirsty. I want to drink water. He reluctantly said a few words to Liang Lingling and hurried out.

In the wheat field outside the house, Zhao Zhuo lay on the ground and hit the ground for the first time, but there was no pain. He lost his sense of touch. He raised his head and his eyes were red. Everything was distorted. There was no other color in the blood-red world, and nothing could be seen clearly. The house, the road, the sky, the distance The city of Yanshan.

Liang Lingling in the room is already asleep. Zhao Zhuo feels that he is going crazy. It's really terrible. Is this purgatory? Is this the pain of becoming a zombie? He can't stand it. Let me die, let me die, Zhao Zhuo rolled back and forth in pain.

Does it take 2 weeks to become a zombie?! Zhao Zhuo remembered that he came at the same time before. It seemed that there was a long time at that time. Do I need to be tortured for more than ten days to become a zombie? Let me die. I'm going to commit suicide. I'm going to commit suicide!

Zhao Zhuo began to grope for himself, but there was no weapon. The dagger and baseball bat were not brought out of the room. By the way! There are also zombies in the distance. I can let them eat me and eat me! Eat me. I don't want to do this. Even if I eat it, it's better than this pain!

Zhao Zhuo wanted to shout to attract their attention, but his voice was so dry that there was no sound at all. He disappeared from Zhao Zhuo's body with a trace of strength. Zhao Zhuo opened his mouth and collapsed to the ground.

"Let me die quickly, Liang Lingling, where are you? Kill me." Zhao Zhu thought in his mind before he fainted, and he could no longer control the huge pain and fell directly to the ground.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Liang Lingling's crying voice came from his ear, and Zhao Zhuo's consciousness gradually woke up. There was still the roof of the house in front of him, and Liang Lingling was looking at himself with tears.

Everything was normal, and there was no pain. Zhao Zhu suddenly rang something. He suddenly broke away from Liang Lingling's hand and stretched out his hand. There was no change, his nails did not fall off, and his skin was not dry. He stroked his body and didn't even let go of his toes. After finishing this, he finally took a breath. He really didn't become a zombie.

"Brother Zhao, don't scare me. When I got up in the morning, I found that you were lying at the door, covered with dirt. What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Zhou did not answer her. He put on Liang Lingling's shoulder and forced her to look at himself. Zhao Zhuo said word by word, "Is there really anything changed on my face?"

"No, it's good."

"I'm not dead?" Zhao Zhuo's heart was relieved and he wanted to stand up.

There was a dull sound from under his hands. Zhao Zhuo was stunned and looked at the ground, and then he was dumbfounded.

There is obviously an extra palm print on the intact ground! Zhao Zhuo took his hand out of the mark in a frennly, "When did I learn the iron sand palm?"