Ch15 - Not Much Different

When it comes to cultivating post-apocalyptic rations, Wei Xuan is not afraid to plant too many mutated potatoes, but he is afraid that some natural or man-made disasters cause these crops to reduce their production on a large scale or even fail to harvest. Even with his power of being safe amongst zombies, he can still face the tragic situation of starvation, as the flesh of zombies cannot be eaten. Even people with supernatural powers have never heard of anyone who can eat zombie meat without turning into a zombie… Of course, as a human being who still has reason, even if zombie meat can’t kill people, eating it would be absolutely disgusting and inhumane. 

In short, to avoid the terrible situation of food shortage, Wei Xuan has been collecting various vegetables and meat in batches and drying them science the start of the apocalypse. From this, it is conceivable that soon, these harvested potatoes and carrots will turn into dry and hard food reserves and be thrown into Wei Xuan’s warehouse for storage.

Before the armored convoy entered the city, although Wei Xuan would wander around, his approximate range of action was centered on the hot pot restaurant where he first settled down and the new community where he currently resides in. Among this area, the places defined by Du Hang’s nose, which is more sensitive than dogs, and where there are living people, were also marked by Wei Xuan in advance, and he deliberately avoided those places every time he went out.

Even though the scope of his previous activities was not large, not even reaching one-fifth of a district in T city, such a large place was enough to keep him busy for nearly half a month. Dealing with those vegetables, meat, and other supplies, he also marked where there are relatively concentrated grains, instant noodles, etc.

But now, after judging that most of the survivors in the city had left because of the convoy incident, Wei Xuan could finally expand his scope of action with relative peace of mind.

First, he roughly wandered around the area he explored before, and found that almost all the shops he had marked before that had a lot of food, oil, instant noodles, etc., were looted. Du Hang used to be very excited and obviously smelled the smell of humans before, but there was no response when they passed by this time. Wei Xuan didn’t feel any extra feeling of loss, he just marked the place in his notebook very calmly. Then explored the other places he has marked down.

Wei Xuan used to live in a not-too-busy neighborhood in the North District of T City, but at this time, he was heading towards the center of the North District, which had been built very prosperously before the end of the world and had several commercial streets. There are at least three large shopping malls here that had clothing, catering, entertainment, and other facilities. In addition, there is a famous food street in T City, where all foreign tourists would go sightseeing and drinking.

Of course, even if there is a food street here, it would be difficult to find anything other than moldy food in the post-apocalyptic world.

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Naturally, Wei Xuan did not come here to go to the famous food street. He planned to wander around the shops to find some clothes of better quality that were suitable for himself and Du Hang. But there are relatively few types of clothes there, and Wei Xuan and Du Hang are obviously taller than ordinary men, so there are too few clothes that are suitable for them and are convenient for movement.

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While walking, he passed through a street that was the main traffic road before the end of the world. Although the number of zombies here was obviously less than that in the early days, because of the passing convoy, many zombies chased after hearing the sound, which led to the number of zombies dropping sharply. But on the contrary, more people turned into zombies stuck in many cars, this made Wei Xuan’s scalp tingle!

When the end of the world happened, people were in a rush to get off work, and many buses were almost overcrowded. Among the people at that time, as long as one person in the bus turned into a zombie, the zombie virus would infect the entire bus in the shortest time!

But unfortunately, the quality of the current buses is very good, most of the windows are tightly closed, and the air conditioners are turned on inside. When Wei Xuan and Du Hang passed by, they could see a bus full of zombies stretching out their arms from the half-opened and broken windows, waving, and slapping the unbroken windows, just like the zombies in the parade floats. They seemed to be signaling to the onlookers on both sides of the road.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Wei Xuan’s mouth twitched. Although he had the urge to open the car door and let these guys out to ensure the concealment and safety of himself and Du Hang. But he also felt that it would not be a good thing to let these guys out, not to mention, if he opened the door a little slower and got a claw from some zombie, it would not be worth the loss.

Bypassing a few vehicles full of zombies, Wei Xuan could still see that the walls, windows, and doors of many vehicles were scratched, beaten, or scratched by the zombies on the road ahead. Many of the zombies in the car had crawled out and were wandering around on the street, and the number of zombies still inside was not too many.

Some private cars are slanted on the street, and there are many zombies still sitting in the car, if the air conditioner is turned on in this kind of car, the airtightness will be much stronger than those of those buses.

Some zombies are still wearing seat belts at this time, holding the steering wheel and making a driving motion. If you don’t look carefully, who can tell whether the one inside is a real person or a zombie?

Wei Xuan stood on the side of the street in a daze and looked at a car parked beside the street. In the driver’s seat of that car sat a male zombie with no wounds on his body. He held his hands on the steering wheel and stared blankly at the front of the car, but tilted his head to the left and right as if he was listening to very rhythmic music while driving.

Two female zombies were sitting on the seat behind it, one was a delicate-looking female zombie in her thirties, her neck was covered in blood and flesh, revealing a huge blackened wound. In her arms was a zombie of a seven or eight-year-old girl whose mouth was covered with dry blackened blood and whose eyes were equally dull. The shape of the eyes of the little girl zombie is very similar to that of the woman, and the shape of her face is very similar to that of the man driving in front.

They are a family of three, sitting in the car that belongs to them, and seem to be going home, or rushing to a restaurant together to enjoy a warm dinner that belongs to the family of three.

Wei Xuan subconsciously slowed down his pace, looked around, and walked forward, like a pedestrian who went shopping before the end of the world. Beside him, Du Hang also slowed down following his movements, stepping forward a little stiffly.

Regardless of whether it is the previous life or the last life, Wei Xuan would slow down and walk slowly because he imitated the movements of zombies to avoid being noticed by others, but at that time all he paid attention to were the shops on both sides of the road and nearby buildings. Will there be any survivors around here? Are there any supplies around that can be collected back? But he had never observed the zombies around him so carefully.

No, of course, he has observed it, but at that time the focus of the observation was all on how the zombies walked and how to imitate them so that people would not notice the strangeness. But it has never been like this now, treating them as independent individuals one after another, just like treating those passers-by before the end of the world.

Two ten-year-old children wearing yellow hats stood on the side of the street, staring blankly across the road as if they were waiting for the traffic light at the intersection beside them to change color.

A woman in her thirties was pushing a half-missing stroller as she wobbled forward, but was blocked by a trash can lying across the road.

A zombie wearing overalls stood in front of a shop, holding a window-cleaning squeegee in his hand, and was scraping the empty glass window in front of him from top to bottom.

On the side of the road, there were a few zombies in sanitation worker uniforms, holding a broom with a small head and a few handles in their hands, waving it up and down.

A few zombies bent down and almost stuck their upper bodies into the trash can…

Then he looked at some zombies with their torn suits and ties, holding briefcases in their hands. Wei Xuan suddenly laughed.

Turning his head, he smiled at Du Hang, “They are no different from you.”

Du Hang, who heard the voice, turned his head to look at Wei Xuan and did not respond to him.

And Wei Xuan obviously didn’t have the idea of ​​getting a response. At this time, he just changed the action of pulling Du Hang’s arm to holding his hand, and continued to stride towards the target location – Du Hang was no different from those zombies. In other words, there is not much difference between these zombies and themselves before the end of the world. The only and biggest difference is that they have lost their memory of the past, and the staple food on their menu has been changed by some force.