MTL - The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home-Chapter 6 Sixth

Not to mention that my own people became zombies, the door on the first floor could not be closed, the windows on the first floor were smashed by zombies, and more and more zombies entered the building one after another.

Fu Erdie was on the 16th floor and did not face the zombies directly, but just listening to the screams below, she knew that the situation was not good.

She took the dog in her arms, stroked the dog's black hair, and listened to the sound in all directions silently.

She knew she was in a bad state and had to cheer up immediately.

I have already thought about it, so I will live for the last month.

Even if I don’t live for a month, at least before I die, I can still blow my dog ​​and eat white rice with the air conditioner.

This is a lot better than a person who is scared and eaten directly, isn't it?

With this idea in mind, Fu Erdie brainwashed herself crazy. Three meals a day, white rice with pickles, eat a lot more than usual. After all, when the power goes out one day, the rest of the rice is useless.

The eggs, pancakes, and jerky that were reluctant to eat two days ago were also taken out for dinner.

Every meal counts as the last meal.

This decadent state of self-compassion continued until the tenth day of the last days.

On this day, Fu Erdie suddenly realized that she had never thrown out the trash in a trance.

There is not much domestic waste now, just some snack bags. But she also put the bag in a courier box containing ornamental plants, and planned to throw it away when it was full.

It's just a blink of an eye, it's June 15th, and the garbage carton hasn't been filled for so many days?

She sat up from the sofa and went to the balcony to open the cardboard box. On the surface is the garbage thrown yesterday, and there is no odor from the garbage below.

Is it because the air conditioner is on, suppressing the taste? Delayed decay?

No. Anyway, the balcony is 28 degrees.

She thought for a while, picked up the small wooden board next to her, and opened the garbage on her face.

First, she felt that the board had hit something hard, and when the object below was exposed, Fu Erdie was stunned.

The lower layer that was supposed to be full of garbage is now full of dense roots.

She touched it in disbelief, the rough touch was really rooted!

She carried the carton, and with just a little force, the carton spread around. Only then did Fu Erdie discover that the cardboard box only had empty shells around it, and the bottom, like other garbage, had already been turned into nutrients for plants and disappeared.

And the root system of the plant has penetrated into the floor like a steel bar with a needle inserted into it, and I don’t know where it extends.

The brain that had been drowsy for several days suddenly seemed to be disturbed by the sound of the shaking of the copper bell, and instantly became alive.

The words "plant variation" surfaced.

She reacted immediately and quickly retreated to the living room to distance herself from the plants.

This plant in the novel will eat people!

Is it the end of the last few days of my life?

However, being eaten by plants seems much better than being eaten by zombies.

She was so frightened that she slowly relaxed while standing against the wall.

Innumerable times to persuade myself to face death calmly, and it still has a certain effect at this time.

She returned to the balcony, far away, and gently poked the leaves of the plants with the clothes pole.

No response.

She turned sideways, pinched a ball of waste paper, and threw it over.

Still nothing.

Try five or six times, but the plant never moved.

Fu Erdie's heart dropped a little. She leaned over again and touched the roots, stems and leaves of the plant.

In fact, she doesn't like flowers. These were planted when my aunt and grandmother came to visit her.

There are gardenias, green dills, spider plants, and succulents.

Furdie didn't fertilize, so she watered it when she remembered, and the flowers and plants grew flourishingly.

It can be said that their vitality is tenacious, and it can also be said that only plants with tenacious vitality can survive in her semi-stocking method.

Fu Erdie did not expect that in the end of the world, they can also take root in this groundbreaking attitude and quickly adapt to environmental changes. It seems harmless now, and I don't know what will happen later.

No, it is too absolute to say it is harmless now. It is not known to what extent the roots of these plants have taken root, or what will become of the plants in other people's homes.

If every plant is so tenacious, will the building be hollowed out by the root system of the plant?

Thinking of the roots of these plants, densely occupying all the steel and concrete of the whole building like a creeper, causing the high-rise building to collapse, Fu Erdie's scalp tingles.

She took out the saw she bought next door and stared at the plant in a daze.

For a long time, she put the saw aside.

It is their ability to have such tenacious vitality.

I only have one month to live, why cut them off?

As for the rest of the building, she doesn't care too much.

Buildings that should not be preserved cannot be preserved horizontally or vertically.

And, with these mutant plants, she doesn't seem to have to think about how to deal with the garbage, she only needs to consider whether she will be disposed of as garbage.

She re-enclosed the cardboard box with only four sides left, wrote the words "environmentally friendly green plant special box" on the cardboard box with a marker, and then threw the garbage back in, meaning to close the lid .

The twentieth day of the last days, the twenty-fifth of June.

Fu Erdie observes the mutant plants she named "environmentally friendly green plants" every day. She has nothing to do and draws their daily changes on the sketchbook.

She found that the best growing inside was not the strongest gardenia, but the small green dill.

In addition, the rhizomes of green radish can separate garbage and non-garbage.

When she touched it, nothing happened.

When she wiped the rhizome with an unused tissue, it didn't respond.

But she put the snack packaging on the rhizome, and the rhizome released a little greenish substance. The color is so light that you can't tell if you don't look closely.

This substance can dissolve and absorb plastic waste quietly and become part of its own nourishment.

Fu Erdie suddenly felt like she was keeping a pet. The pet only eats what she gives it, nothing else bites.

Not to mention that the floor tiles next to its rhizomes are not broken, and even the cardboard box that is used as a "nest" for it still maintains its smooth surface appearance.

Fuerdie is very novel. The pressure brought by the end of the world has also been virtually relieved a lot.

However, the spirit is relieved, but the body is still uncomfortable.

Because there are more and more zombies in the building. The zombies that were killed before stink in the corridor, and even if they are separated by a few houses, they can still smell the bad smell of rancidity.

Flies and mosquitoes increased and began to surround doors and windows.