Ding!you have a mermaid

This is his second day in the human world. At night, he hides in these houses and sleeps. During the day, he comes out to observe the world aimlessly.

Somewhat like a vampire, but fortunately he didn't know the word at all, otherwise he would have thought that vampires like to sleep hanging from trees, but he would prefer to hide under the water.

He looked at himself reflected in the window, pale and weak, unhealthy, he knew it.When he was underground, whenever he had such a situation, those people in white clothes would be very nervous, and they would not draw his blood again for the next two or three days, and would provide him with some sweet and sour food .

Food, yes.

He hasn't eaten for a long time, and no one has injected him with nutritional supplements. He is not sure what can be eaten here.

It's also possible that there is no food left. He doesn't know how long it has been like this, but the laboratory has been occupied by zombies since he woke up.

He walked into a store with scattered clothes, picked up a light green skirt on the ground, and lowered his head to gesture. There was a shoulder strap on the top, and the bottom was as long as the anklet. He opened it curiously and found that there was no seam in the middle.

Oh, with this look, the clothes won't be damaged if he shows his fishtail, although those people in white clothes always make him naked, but for the clothes, he prefers these colors.

It's green and looks better than his fishtail.

"Are you perverted?"

He froze and turned his head slowly.

Walking behind him was a skinny man, dirty and ragged.

The man smiled distortedly, "I followed you all morning, why are you here by yourself, aren't you afraid of encountering zombies?"

"You are holding a woman's clothes, what, want to try it." The man sneered, the end of the world, all human nature will be exposed.

He pursed his lips tightly, and there was a moment of panic in his heart, but his face was as calm as water, without a trace of waves.

The man walked towards him step by step, "Do you have anything to eat?"

He shook his head slightly.

The man looked at his clothes, "Are you a doctor?"

He stared at the man walking towards him, and slowly backed away. He knew that he couldn't walk fast, or even run. His legs were too slender and weak compared to ordinary people. He didn't know what this man wanted to do, but he just felt it from that man. to fear.

The man smiled and said hoarsely, "Haha, it's the end of the world now, no one can control this world, all of these are mine, you, these high-ranking people will live like dogs."

He kept retreating, behind him were the ruins of collapsed clothes, tables and chairs, from which a stench was faintly emanating.

The man walked towards him with a grinning grin, and finally took out the rusty kitchen knife hidden behind him. He backed up and accidentally bumped into the scattered tables and chairs, staggered and fell to the ground.

"Please forgive you, please, please, hahaha I cursed this world, and finally waited until the end. God still favors me, hahaha, please, beg me on my knees, I will forgive you, now I am this Lord of the world—”

The man grabbed his throat, was framed and pitifully begged and treated with indifference, and now he finally had the opportunity to stand up. Seeing the former elites in suits and leather shoes begging for mercy at his feet and being tortured by him, the man felt countless pleasures in his heart.

He was gasping for breath with his throat being pinched, he reached out to push the man away, and saw something with a glimpse.

He fell silent, breathing weakly.

A zombie wobbled out from the pile of ruins on the side of the two of them. Hearing the sound, smelling the raw meat, he roared and threw himself behind the man. The head rolled to the ground, spattering thick blood.

The man raised his head and laughed, full of complacency, and stretched out his hands to enjoy the pleasure of killing like a god.

However, the next moment, two zombies crawled out from the ruins of the pile of clothes, grabbed the man's shoulders from behind and gnawed on them, tearing the muscles and chewing.

While the zombies were eating, he staggered up and left without looking back.

At the empty corner of the street, he leaned against the wall and vomited, not because of the nausea from the scene just now, but because of the abdominal cramps caused by hunger.

He squatted against the wall in pain, curled up into a ball, his face was pale, he didn't know where to go or what to do.

The sky slowly darkened, and another day was about to pass. He closed his eyes and passed out in this dead city.

Under the night, a tractor drove over with a burst of smoke.

The turtledove controls the handlebars, and there is a carload of people sitting behind the tractor in the open air, and the black smoke behind the car's buttocks makes it hard for people to breathe.

"Hey, it's the first time I've driven this kind of car. Wow, it's as crazy as cross-country mountain climbing. How cool is it!" He grinned backwards and yelled.

Duan He and a few villagers were so knocked over that they couldn't speak, and they had to be on the lookout for zombies to pounce on them all the time, and they ate little, so they were already very weak after a few days.

This car was the first means of transportation that Jiang Chu and others found in the mountains after they walked out of the tropical forest. No matter how uncomfortable it was, it was much faster than their walking.

Jiang Chu sat in the back of the car silently, and glanced around at the people. They were alright, but those villagers couldn't take it anymore. The woman supported by Nightingale had obviously fallen into a coma. Survival skills are far inferior to those from the military|brigade.

The world seems to have reached an era of natural selection for the strong to survive. The emergence of zombies is used to force human beings to be strong and require them to evolve instead of just using external tools to rule the world.

Jiang Chu's thoughts flowed to that delicate and pale face again, his little fish looked at him in pain and ignorantly, weeping silently.

Jiang Chu clenched his fists, his eyes darkened.

Duan He moved to his side, "G Province is ahead, Captain Jiang, where are you going?"

"Eastern Coast" Jiang Chu looked up at him.

Duan Hedao, "If there are zombies everywhere and the city is densely populated, isn't this more dangerous?"

Jiang Chu nodded faintly. They are located in the southwest of Huaguo, but he has to go through the vast central part of Huaguo to reach the coast, where he will look for his little fish. Had to break through.

Duan He saw the desperation and panic in the eyes of other villagers, and said in a low voice, "Captain Jiang, we can't do anything but drag you down. I want to find a village on the border of G province to live in. What do you think?"

"If the village is safe, I will keep you guys," Jiang Chu said.

Duan He smiled weakly, all messed up, looked down at his hands, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, thank you."

In the slightest twilight, the sky is bright.

Some cold wind blows into the house through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wind whimpers around the empty walls.

He moved, shrunk his body even tighter, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, and opened his eyes blankly.

The object of entry is no longer the scene before he passed out, but the spacious and huge floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with dirty handprints, his body trembling slightly, leaning on the wall to sit up, hugging his body tightly, and looking at it with some fear. On the ground in twos and threes were ragged men and women leaning on them to sleep.

"Well, you're awake." The person closest to him rubbed his eyes and whispered.

This young man with a baby face blinked at him, looked around, took out a small piece of biscuit from his pocket and handed it to him, carefully moved it to his side, "I'll give you something to eat, don't be afraid , we found you when we were looking for food outside, you fainted from hunger, so we brought you back."

He looked at the man quietly with his eyes, and looked down at a small piece of biscuit in his hand.

"Let's eat. My name is Zhou Lin. I'm seventeen. I'm in the third year of high school before the end of the world. What about you? against the wall.

"Call?" he wondered.

"Your name."

He shook his head, trying to reach out to cover the brand mark on his neck, but found that he had almost no strength, and it was very difficult to even raise his hand.

"Huh?" Zhou Lin thought that he might be from other places, or that he was too hungry and a little confused, so he explained in a low voice, "You can call me Mumu, then what should I call you?"

He thought about it slowly, remembering that those people in white clothes would only call out his number coldly. He didn't know if it was his name, but he didn't like it.He frowned slightly, and the only time those people reacted was when he showed his tail excitedly talking about his tail.

"Tail." He likes his fish tail, but he doesn't think it looks that good, but when his tail appears with the bracelet on his hand, he can sink to the bottom of the water without being disturbed by anyone.

Zhou Lin grinned, "Weiba? What a cute name, can I call you Little Tail?"

He thought about it in his mind, his tail was not small, but very long, and the transparent fish scales on the caudal fin were slippery.

"Little Tail, are you alone? We thought it was a zombie at first, but fortunately you are still breathing. You eat half of it first, and you will have to distribute the food after dawn."

He looked at the boy sitting beside him out of the corner of his eye, those who were not as cruel as he knew, who were always trying to grab him and make him hurt.

He lowered his head hesitantly, biting the biscuit in small bites, his hungry and twitching stomach started clamoring for more after getting this little food, he covered his belly in discomfort, closed his eyes and endured the wave of pain that rushed into his body .

Zhou Lin could see that he was uncomfortable, and wanted to reach out his hand to stop his shoulder and try to hold Xiaowei. When his fingers touched Xiaowei's shoulder, the people under him trembled suddenly, raised their heads, and their eyes showed vigilance.

Zhou Lin withdrew his hand resentfully, "You don't like others touching you?"

The young man lowered his eyes and said softly, "Yes."

"Oh, it's okay, then I won't touch you, if you feel uncomfortable, just sleep for a while."

"…thanks."