100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1207 Twelve Hours

He left like a whirlwind.

However, a short while later, an announcement rang out throughout the entire base…

"Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!"

Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!

Attention all residents of the base: Do not look at the blood-red moon!

The serious yet familiar voice made Jin Huan's lips curve into a smile, but the smile quickly faded as she looked up at a point in the void.

That direction...

The horde of corpses buried under the heavy snow experienced a power boost of at least 30% under the influence of the Blood Moon. Even under normal circumstances, a zombie siege would be extremely costly for humanity with its current capabilities, let alone after the appearance of the Blood Moon.

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"Wow, Mom, look! The moon is red!"

After the little boy finished speaking, he did not receive a response from his mother.

He turned around blankly, only to find his mother staring intently at the blood-red moon in the sky, her body taut.

My father was infected by zombies in the early days of the apocalypse while protecting them.

It was his mother who went through countless hardships to take him to the nearest base in Haishi.

Neither he nor his mother are superhumans.

Fortunately, they arrived relatively early, and resettlement housing was not in short supply, so the mother and son were allocated a small 30-square-meter apartment.

The only private room was a tiny toilet with a shower.

Even so, the two of them were very satisfied.

Although life was tough, at least they had a place to stay, and at least they were alive. As long as they were alive, there was always hope!

On weekdays, my mother helps out in the kitchen to earn some basic energy points.

Life went on smoothly and methodically...

Ming is a good person. Whenever the base harvests a lot of supplies, he sends people to deliver some essential survival items to everyone.

The temperature suddenly dropped these past few days, but we are so grateful for the thick quilts that the base had prepared for everyone in advance.

For these children who were too young, the organization provided them with free education on zombie types and characteristics through superhumans, taught them how to escape and save themselves in critical situations, hired martial arts instructors to train their physical fitness daily, and provided them with one free meal a day…

"Mom?" the little boy called out tentatively again.

The woman gazing at the moon remained motionless in that direction, her eerie appearance instinctively filling the children with fear.

He suddenly remembered the scene when his father was infected.

Fearing that he would harm them if he turned into a zombie, the father, who still retained some consciousness, had his mother tie him to a chair and lock him in the basement.

In the dead of night, he always remembered the iron gate that had been slammed shut with a loud bang.

It wasn't until later, after I left, that nightmarish memory was gradually buried.

My mother looks a lot like my father did when he was first infected.

The little boy trembled and backed away.

Until the bathroom door is completely closed and locked...

His heart pounded. He crouched in the corner, covered his mouth, and tears streamed down his face.

A sudden noise came from the quiet living room.

The little boy's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelashes trembled several times in fright.

Soon, the sounds of objects being knocked over came one after another from outside.

He hugged himself tightly, not daring to make a sound!

The chaotic, disorderly footsteps gradually drew closer.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

My heart is pounding like a drum!

"bump!"

Through the frosted glass and wooden frame of the bathroom door, a pair of large, blood-red hands suddenly pressed against it!