What is she thinking.

No internet or signal, no fee.

There will probably be automatic water and power cuts next month.

The dog rubbed against Fu Erdie’s leg, holding a pet comb in his mouth, hoping that she would comb his hair.

I haven’t combed my hair in almost half a month.

In the past half month, the owner has not even touched it.

It felt a little aggrieved, but it also knew that its owner was not in the right mood, so it was very obedient and only occasionally bothered her.

Fu Erdie didn’t notice the closeness of Mo Zhi, and looked at the ceiling with hollow and numb eyes.

Suddenly she raised her hand and punched the air, trying to drive away the tall and muscular figure.

But just like in the dream and in reality, her hands were too short and she couldn’t hit the opponent.

With weak hands, he could only wipe away his cowardly tears countless times, then sit in the room and pretend to be calm, pretending that nothing happened.

She knew it was her fantasy.

Now she can still distinguish between fantasy and reality, what about tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

One month after all the food is eaten.

The rice is enough for her to eat for half a month, and the instant noodles are still there, which can sustain her for a month.

One and a half months is obviously not a short time, but just thinking about it has turned into torture.

She didn’t know why she was so weak, and she didn’t know why she still felt so uncomfortable despite the strong protection of the house and green plants.

She is not a protected survivor, but a cowardly villain waiting to die.

On the 720th, there was a large-scale power outage around Fuerdie.

It’s not like the power is automatically cut off without payment, it’s like the line is cut off, damaged, or the power is exhausted.

The temperature of the air begins to rise.

The thermometer was left outside the window for five minutes, and the outdoor temperature was already 45 degrees.

Fu Erdie shut down all the equipment, leaving only the monitor that relied on the remaining power to keep running. Now through the monitor, you can still see densely packed zombies.

After two hours, the battery is exhausted and this bit of information is gone.

Fu Erdie looked at it in confusion, and suddenly picked up the hammer again.

She’s had enough.

She would rather rush out and fight the slow-moving zombies than the beating that was weighing on her mind and seemed to last forever.

The ways to have superpowers are nothing more than external air, rain, radiation, zombies scratching and biting, supernatural zombies scratching and biting, etc.

She still has one month of food left. If she finds a way to become a superpower in this month, she can continue to live.

And there is no difference between her dying in one month and starving to death in one month.

The only difference is that she didn’t die in fear of the unknown. She died in battle.

This is enough.

If there was a mirror in front of her at this time, she would definitely find that the numbness and pain in her eyes had faded a little, and she had regained a little bit of the freshness before the apocalypse.

Even the weak must fight.

Not just survive, but maybe.

Putting his hand on the door handle of the security door, Fu Erdie took a deep breath and his eyes became determined.

bring it on.

She was already prepared to face death, and now she was unworthy of having anything to threaten her!

There were too many zombies, and Fu Erdie couldn’t get out. He just pushed open the door and swung the hammer hard, hitting the zombies’ heads.

Zombies are not very agile or fast, but they are strong.

They swarmed up and broke into the home.

Fu Erdie fought and retreated, retreated to the edge of the dining table, jumped up, and used his height advantage to hit each one on the head.

Her arms are short, but her tools can be very long.

She is not tall, but she can stand very tall.

She doesn’t have any superpowers, but she has a family that can back her down and protect her.

And, she also has lots and lots of love.

Father, mother, everlasting friend.

Her love was too much, so much that she burst into tears when she was afraid, but she still had the courage to face her own unwillingness, and then exploded at a certain moment.

boom.

Fu Erdie wiped the blood and tears from his face and continued to knock off the head of a zombie.

The zombies smelled the smell and came to 16-1 from all floors one after another.

But at some point, the security door was forced back shut under the squeeze of numerous zombies.

Fu Erdie was hammering zombies on the dining table for a while, and then jumped on the sofa to hammer them.

The dog was not idle either, rushing up to attack from time to time on the edge.

At first, its bite was haphazard. Later, it has learned the angle at which to bite off the zombie’s cervical vertebrae, causing the zombie’s head to hang down without support. Although he won’t die without a headshot, his vision is confused and upside down, he has no sense of direction, and his already unpleasant movements are even slower.

Fu Erdie went around and around, hammering the heads of the surrounding zombies. Then, she saw a circle of zombies with tilted heads around them. She hammered several times and blasted their heads again.

Clear away the zombies in the room.

Fu Erdie carried the dog to the bathroom to take a bath. She saw a deep scratch on the dog’s forelimb thigh. There were also more than a dozen scratches, large and small, on his calves, abdomen, and back.

Instead of dealing with it, she turned on the cold water and poured it on herself and the dog.

The dog whimpered and wanted to run away in pain, but was hugged gently by Fu Erdie.