I pick up trash at the end of the day

"Hey, uncle, can you hear me? Can you hear me!"

Yu Ge put away the dagger and slapped him on the face.

The uncle's face was still warm, and his breath was weak. He should be alive, but it was not sure whether he was conscious.

Yu Ge took out the kettle, took a small cup with the lid and poured it in along the crack of his lips.

"Cough cough cough..."

The uncle coughed a few times, then slowly opened his eyes, his eyes wandered around the sunken eye sockets a few times before focusing on Yu Ge's face.

"You, me, what's the matter? Where are the zombies?"

"The zombies have been wiped out, and the black dogs have gone back." Yu Ge bent down and put the uncle's arm on his shoulders, "How about it, can you still stand up?"

"You don't need to help me."

The uncle pushed Yu Ge away, and then coughed violently, with blood foam all over his mouth: "Oh, at first I thought you were a kid who just went to the battlefield, but I didn't expect you to be a scavenger, or Scavengers who specialize in digging through piles of dead people."

Scavengers are not uncommon in the apocalypse, but there are several types of scavengers.

One is picking up rubbish in the true sense, looking for survivable resources in various ruins and wreckage, but this is too inefficient, and it is very likely that you will starve to death or be attacked by zombies before you pick up the waste. ,

Another is to follow the battle and wait for the logistics troops to clean up the battlefield, and then look for survivable resources in the burned wreckage.This kind of scavengers has a much higher chance of reaping good things than the previous one, because the job of the logistics force is to burn all the corpses on the battlefield to ensure that there will be no secondary infection by the zombie virus.

Most of the remnants left on the battlefield will disappear with the flames, but even this small part is much better than this aimless scavenging.However, there are a large number of scavengers who make a living on this, and disputes often arise due to scavengers, and even scuffles or another fight.

And the last one is that Yu Ge and others mingled among the soldiers and survivors, using the gap between the return of combat troops and the arrival of logistics troops, to quickly search for resources on the battlefield, and recover a large amount of available resources in the first place .

There are risks, but it is efficient and high-yielding. A harvest can last at least a week, but this kind of waste picker is the most derisive.

Including the survivors of combat soldiers, the logistics troops handling the battlefield, and even other scavengers are extremely disgusted with this kind of practice.

Because if you want to harvest resources to the greatest extent, you must wait until the end of the war, so that both sides on the battlefield will be in a situation where both sides suffer, so that you can benefit from it.

It seems simple, but in fact it is not every time.

If human beings win, it is impossible for him as a scavenger to harvest supplies, and even reveal his identity when counting personnel after the war; a member.

In order to maximize the benefits, such scavengers will not play any positive role on the battlefield. They will not take the initiative to resist the zombies, but will always ensure their retreat, or even help, and kill the bloody soldiers and survivors behind their backs. Or, what they do is the business of the dead.

This kind of behavior undoubtedly touches the bottom line of human beings, but the bottom line is meaningless in today's precarious doomsday, and everything returns to the most primitive law of survival.

In order to survive, do whatever it takes.

Yu Ge would not commit acts of harming his compatriots, but it has become his habit to stand on the sidelines.

He didn't fight against the zombies with all his blood, and he didn't want to serve as a guide to assist the sentinels in fighting. He just used his own way to maximize the resources for survival so that he could survive in this doomsday environment.

It sounds cruel and ruthless, but the world full of tenderness and humanity has long been swallowed up by the zombie virus, and far more than that have been swallowed up together.

All the goodness, all the kindness, all the civilization, all the morality are all swallowed up, and the only meaning is to live.

If you can't do this, everything is a castle in the air, delusional and false.

"Isn't there still a living person like you?"

Yu Ge sat next to the uncle indifferently: "Except for you, those brothers of yours have already become ghosts in the mouths of zombies. Do you want to stay here with them, or go back to see your unworthy son? It's up to you. Anyway, I have almost searched for resources, so it’s okay to take you back on the way.”

"Oh, let's go, I want to stay here with them."

Without the slightest hesitation, the uncle looked around at the miserable situation, and smiled silently: "Brother for three years, if you want me to go back alive alone, is it worthy of the brotherhood for three years?"

"It's about this time, can you still make dumplings with face?"

Yu Ge snorted disdainfully: "Your brothers were bitten to death by zombies, the fastest one will completely turn into a zombie within six hours, do you want to die at the hands of your own brothers and also become a zombie? Oh, no, no, I almost forgot..."

Yu Ge looked at his watch. The glass on the dial was shattered like a spider web, but the hands were still turning stubbornly: "There is about a quarter of an hour when the logistics troops will come to clean up the battlefield. They won't save you when you are half dead. When there is a fire, everything in front of you will turn into coke, even if you want to become a zombie, you probably won't have that chance."

Yu Ge yawned leisurely: "You can still pretend that nothing happened when you go back now, at least in the eyes of your wife and children, you are still a hero."

"hero?"

The uncle closed his eyes silently, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm not a hero, I'm just an incompetent husband, an incompetent father."

"Ah, the pride of human beings, even in this doomsday, I still haven't given up on torturing you."

The uncle didn't speak, just moved his body and pulled out his other arm from under the pile of corpses.

"you……!"

"You saw it too."

Yu Ge's eyes widened unconsciously when he saw the uncle's arm.

A large piece of muscle in his hand was torn off, exposing the white bone inside, the bright red blood had already drained, the flesh around the wound was black and festered, and yellow pus had grown on the edge of the tear.

"You, you have been killed by zombies..."

"Yeah, so, I might never go back."

The uncle took out the half-smoked cigarette from his shriveled pocket with his left hand and put it in his mouth: "Ahem, boy, is there still fire?"

"Have."

Yu Ge nodded, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for the uncle.

The uncle took two puffs of his cigarette, with the cigarette butt between his fingers, twisted his body and leaned against the mound of dirt on one side.

"I know that in this apocalypse, everyone has long forgotten what principles are, and what we should look like as human beings. I used to think the same way. I thought that as long as I survived, I could do whatever it takes to kill people and set fires. , Betray your friends, you can do anything as long as you can survive, but..."

The uncle took a breath of the cigarette and trembled, his trembling lips could barely hold the cigarette butt: "But until my good-for-nothing kid was born, I felt that there was still hope in this world. Maybe we won't see the day when the zombies end, but They can see it, and if they can't see it, then at least my son's son, my son's son's son might be able to see it. Until then, I just hope that as a father, as a husband, I can Do what you can, at least hope to protect them. Even if the current life is very difficult, don’t give up the hope of living, you too..."

The uncle looked at Yu Ge, trying to squeeze a smile on his tired face: "I think you are only five or six years older than my son, in my opinion you are still a child, even if you are already an experienced scavenger gone."

Yu Ge didn't speak, but listened carefully.

"Boy, for the sake of getting along these few days, can you do me a favor?"

Before Yu Ge could reply, the uncle said again: "Don't worry, I know that resources are the only criterion in the eyes of you scavengers, and I won't let you help for nothing."

The uncle took out a yellowed envelope from his underwear pocket, then took out two silver coins and handed them to Yu Ge together with the number plate around his neck.

"Are you going back to the high wall? Cough cough, please give this to my son. These two silver coins, cough cough, are considered as travel expenses for you. If there is too much, I really can't afford it..."

The uncle suddenly coughed, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground, covered with his bright red blood.

When the last cough stopped, the uncle had already closed his eyes, leaning against the trench motionless, but there was still a vague smile on his face.

Yu Ge squatted down, picked up the cigarette butt surrounded by the colonel and put it next to the uncle's mouth, then slowly got up and put on his backpack.

There was a faint roar of an engine behind him, indicating that the logistical force would arrive soon.

"Let's go, we should go back."

The colonel climbed onto Yu Ge's shoulders. He stood on tiptoes and kissed Yu Ge's side face. Yu Ge tightly held the envelope and the metal number plate in his hand, making a 'clack' sound from his joints.

"Did I say... I'll deliver the letter for you?"

Yu Ge raised his head and let out a long sigh.

The corpses of the zombies are piled up like a sea, which seems to be connected to the boundless horizon at first glance.

On the horizon, the wind is rustling and dust is flying.

"Colonel, do you feel that the wind... seems to have changed today."