The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying Down At Home
The Zombies Are Coming But I’m Laying down At Home Chapter 10.1

In the early morning of 626, the signal was briefly restored. The survivors who were hiding understood the message and knew that they were unlikely to wait for rescue and had to save themselves.

For some people, this is the motivation that pushes them to find hope. The goal is to get to the base.

But for others, it’s a deeper despair.

Or, a deeper indulgence.

Those with the ability began to rob homes and homes without restraint. Anyway, you won’t be restrained, so you can kill a few more, just a few more.

Everything in a room must be yours. If someone comes to fight for it, get rid of it.

After eating the food in this room, go to the next room.

Survivors who looked pleasing to the eye were accepted as younger brothers or bed warmers. When encountering zombies, these weak survivors are cannon fodder to lure away the zombies.

The world order begins to collapse.

Fu Erdie was drowsy, briefly awake for a while, and then fell asleep again.

When she was woken up by the scratching on the door, she no longer knew what night it was.

She got up from the ground in confusion, and turned on the surveillance camera.

At some point, the corridor was filled with zombies.

Her body was weak and her brain couldn’t move. She could only weakly support the wall to breathe, coughing from time to time.

Then, she still couldn’t hold on, stumbled to the sofa and fell on the sofa.

It was like this for another two hours before she opened her eyes again, her consciousness regained clarity, and the previous scenes flooded into her mind.

She was approached by a person with super powers… at the window, and she and the person with super powers died together.

Turning to look at the balcony, the environmentally friendly green plants were lush and lush, and the fruit potatoes she planted randomly seemed to have sprouted. The kumquats and spring onions planted before the end of the world are growing well.

Only the intruder is missing? !

She was shocked and ran to the balcony to watch with her limp body.

Really gone!

Even the blood on the ground disappeared!

She ran back to the bedroom. Under the full-length mirror, there was no blood or wound from top to bottom. The arm that was almost useless is now intact.

If it weren’t for the torn sleeves and blood stains on her clothes, she would have thought everything was just an illusion.

The dog has lost a lot of weight and is now wagging its tail excitedly and circling around her.

Fu Erdie touched the dog’s head distressedly, and then went to the monitoring panel to check the time.

It turned out that it was already 630 and I had been in a coma for four days.

In the past few days, she has miraculously recovered, and the dog has not starved herself to death.

It found its dog food bag, tore open the package, and ate dog food through the torn hole when it was hungry.

“My ink is so smart.” Fu Erdie looked at the healthy and happy dog, with a smile on his face unconsciously.

But why?

Did he awaken his recovery skills? And in a daze, he cleaned and disposed of the body?

Not too possible.

Fu Erdie looked at the environmentally friendly green plant and suspected that it was made by it.

She returned to the balcony and looked up and down at the crime scene.

This look revealed another problem to her.

——On the window, the nail marks scratched out by the supernatural being disappeared.

This memory is very clear, and the fear of being threatened is still engraved in my mind.

However, the long nail marks were gone.

She looked at the corridor surveillance again.

In the high-definition camera, the door of my house was scratched with deep and shallow marks by the dense zombies, stained with blood, and it looked a bit miserable.

But the other residents in the corridor were even more miserable. The best door also had many dents made by fists, and the other two doors of inferior quality were directly smashed through.

So the question is, how can my not-so-expensive security door last for so long? !

Fu Erdie sat on the sofa, blowing on the air conditioner and feeling the fresh air.

She suspected that she had not mutated.

But my house has mutated! ! !

This guess was confirmed after she stared at the surveillance camera all afternoon.

Your door and the walls of your house are slowly repairing scars and dents every moment. The dirt and blood stains rubbed up by the zombies were also cleaned away by themselves.

Fu Erdie was dumbfounded, then moved the bench to the kitchen, turned on the light, and looked at the pipes of the range hood and water heater.

Four days ago, there was a constant smell in the house and there were mosquitoes and flies. They are transmitted from these two channels. It’s gone now, maybe something was done to the house.

This observation is like seeing a hands-on scene.

A fly slipped in through the range hood duct. A green branch followed closely behind, striking out faster than it, and rolled it back into the pipe.

Fu Erdie was shocked.

She climbed onto the stove with bare feet and looked out along the pipe.

Pipes that were once stained with oil are now as clean as new. At the other end of the pipe, green branches and plant roots formed a net, sealing the passage.

Fu Erdie blinked, connected half of the pipe back, turned on the range hood, and continued to look out from the other half.

The exit that had been blocked just now gave way, and branches that were loosened were flying around.

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