Chapter 113 Young Zhang Jie

The old man's name is Zhang Shuguo. He joined the army when he was young and participated in the unspeakable counterattack. Later, the army laid off a large number of people and he was transferred to work in the Luoshan Forestry Bureau.

This old building was the house assigned to Zhang Shuguo by the unit. It has been there for decades. It was demolished before the end of the world, and all the neighbors nearby moved away.

The old man's son died early, and his daughter-in-law remarried, leaving only the old couple and their autistic grandson. Therefore, until the meteorite shower came, they had no time to move.

Unexpectedly, the grandfather and grandson survived because of this house that survived the meteorite shower.

It's just a pity that Zhang Shuguo's wife was in the hospital at the time...

After the zombie outbreak, there were only the grandfather and grandson nearby, and the dilapidated house was not attacked. The grandfather and grandson relied on a sweet potato vine that could produce a sweet potato every three days to survive until now.

"Grandpa, go find grandma." After a while, the fat boy said again.

"I can't get out. There are zombies everywhere. Your grandma is long gone."

Zhang Shuguo said calmly: "My old bones can't hold on for a few days. Your fat will feed the zombies sooner or later!"

Zhang Shuguo had already prepared for the two-month apocalypse. They couldn't live for long.

But as long as he was still alive, he would not let his grandson Zhang Jie die.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry." The fat boy said again.

Zhang Shuguo got up and walked into the kitchen. There was a convenient bag under the stove. It was the discounted vegetables he bought from the supermarket the night before the meteorite rain.

Now, only one sweet potato was left to sprout and take root there.

Three days ago, the leaves of the sweet potato were still green, but today several leaves have withered, and the vines are also turning yellow...

This sweet potato vine can produce a fist-sized sweet potato every three days, and a bite can keep you hungry for a day.

It should have produced sweet potatoes today, but there was nothing under the stem at this time.

The old man was in a state of hesitation. Should he eat the sweet potato vine?

After eating it, the grandfather and grandson's hope was completely gone, but even if they didn't eat it...

The old well in the yard dried up a week ago. Without water to irrigate it, they could only watch the sweet potato vine wither and die.

"Eating it can only provide one full meal, what about the next meal?" Zhao Shuguo muttered.

He was still unwilling to accept that his grandson would die after eating this meal.

Finally, Zhang Shuguo's eyes flashed with determination, and he turned and hobbled out of the kitchen.

"Zhang Jie, grandpa is going out to find water, you stay at home."

Zhang Jie looked up at his grandfather, moved his lips, and remained silent.

The few words he said before were already extraordinary performance. Autistic patients only occasionally speak when they care about the things they care about the most.

Zhang Shuguo sighed, found his crutches, opened the door and slowly walked out.

At this time, the midday sun was bright and dazzling, but the world was desolate.

Zhang Shuguo was almost ninety years old. He knew that he might never come back after going out.

He couldn't help but look back at the house where he had lived all his life.

A month ago, vegetation climbed up the wall of the house and the cement was decomposed. After Zhang Shuguo found it, he spent a lot of effort to clean it up.

Now it is covered with vines again.

Zhang Shuguo sighed again. He no longer had the energy to clean it up.

Just as Zhang Shuguo took a step, footsteps came from behind him. It was Zhang Jie.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Shuguo said angrily: "Go back quickly!"

"Grandpa." Zhang Jie only said one word and looked at him in fear.

"Go back!"

Zhang Shuguo raised his crutches and hit Zhang Jie hard: "Are you still obedient?"

Zhang Jie didn't move and let the crutches fall. Zhang Shuguo was too old and didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he was exhausted and panting.

In the end, the old man could only sigh to the sky: "You are going to die anyway, so take the risk!"

Zhang Shuguo put away his crutches, took his grandson's hand, and hobbled forward.

I still remember that there is an ancient well in the village in the city. If there is still a water source nearby, it must be there. It is also within the demolition range, so there should not be many zombies nearby.

Half an hour later, the grandfather and grandson came to an ancient well, and most of the well mouth collapsed.

Zhang Shuguo bent down with difficulty, picked up a stone and threw it down.

Plop!

There was a splashing sound.

"There is water!"

Zhang Shuguo was surprised and his old face was wrinkled with smile.

With water, his grandson still has hope!

Just when Zhang Shuguo was happy...

Roar!

A zombie jumped out from nowhere and pounced on Zhang Jie!

Zhang Shuguo was shocked and quickly blocked his body in front of Zhang Jie. Before he could say anything, the zombie bit his neck.

Zhang Shuguo widened his eyes, full of fear, and then became complicated. At the last moment of his life, he shouted to his autistic grandson: "Zhang Jie, go!"

Swish!

The zombie tore off a large piece of flesh on the neck, along with the blood vessels and fascia inside, and began to chew it.

Zhang Shuguo's eyes began to blur: "Go... idiot, go...!"

Crack!

The zombie bit off his neck bone, and the old man was no longer able to make a sound...

Zhang Jie was stunned, watching the zombie pounce on his grandfather and bite and eat the flesh, the sharp nails cut open the belly, and pulled out the internal organs... steaming hot.

"Grandpa!"

Zhang Jie shouted loudly, and then went completely crazy: "Ah... Grandpa!"

He rushed forward regardless of everything, pressed the zombie under him, and opened his mouth to bite the zombie's neck.

The zombie immersed in fresh flesh and blood instinctively turned back to bite Zhang Jie...

So, the man and the zombie started to bite each other, and finally Zhang Jie touched a meteorite and smashed the zombie's head hard, once, twice...

A few minutes later, Zhang Jie's arms were bitten by the zombies to white bones, a piece of skin and flesh on his face was torn off, and his body and face were covered with blood. Finally... Crack!

The zombie's head was smashed by him.

The dark brown brain flowed out.

Zhang Jie was completely indifferent and continued to smash again and again...

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Crack!

A piece of transparent crystal in the brain, mixed in the brain, was also smashed by him.

Suddenly, a pure extraordinary energy overflowed and instantly drilled into Zhang Jie's palm.

He was shocked, and then a black line twisted like an earthworm appeared on his face...

Then, two... three...

Soon, the protruding blue-black blood vessels crawled all over Zhang Jie's face!

Roar!

Zhang Jie roared to the sky, making a sound that was not human.

He stopped smashing and fell to the ground and rolled.

If someone was here, he would be able to tell from his voice that he was saying: Master!

…

Two hours later, Zhang Jie woke up. He should have become a zombie, but he survived.

He opened his eyelids. The afternoon sun was very dazzling. He turned over and slowly got up from the ground with his fat body.

At this time, Zhang Jie's injuries had already recovered as before under the infusion of unknown energy.

He looked at the body of the old man on the ground and moved his lips: "Master!"

The hoarse and unpleasant voice fell, and Zhang Jie's tears fell, drop by drop, like light ink embellishment.

There was a breeze, and Zhang Jie's increasingly tattered pants swayed slightly, slightly bleak and desolate.

…

At this time, Zhao Yin, who was far away at the other end of Luoshan City, had just killed a wave of zombies.

He sat on a big rock, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, Zhao Yin suddenly felt something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the east of the city.

"Zhao Yin, what did you hear?"

At this time, Song Xiaodao had just completed his evolution and walked out of the invisible tent and asked.