This is apocalyptic

Chapter 147 146: Lucky

Aunt Qian died under the eaves, sitting on the doorstep. When Bai Xiao saw her, she was sitting there slantingly.

She didn't want to go to the survivors' settlement, nor did she want to drag down the people she knew, so she had always lived alone. Her relationship with Lin Duoduo was neither close nor distant, and she even deliberately distanced herself from them.

Bai Xiao found that his guess was correct. She was not afraid of death, nor did she look forward to it. She just lived like this, waiting for a certain moment.

When life became difficult and she could no longer take care of herself, she took a gun, put on her best clothes, and ended her life on an ordinary night.

She left a lot of things to Lin Duoduo and placed them in the house. There were not many furniture and decorations in the house, most of which were burned by her last winter, and she didn't replace them later. There was only a table and a chair.

There was a pile of photos on the table. They were the photos she had asked Lin Duoduo to bring back from their old home in the city. They were photos of her first half of life. Apart from that, there were the few remaining bullets, some things Lin Duoduo had sent her, and some fresh vegetables picked from the vegetable garden.

When the rain stopped, Bai Xiao put on a raincoat and dug a hole in the corner of the yard, right next to Uncle Cai, and buried the woman who had struggled in the apocalypse for more than 20 years.

Bai Xiao turned her head and looked at the old grave mound next to the new grave. That was the grave of her mother-in-law, who had lived for a few years after the end of the world and had scolded her for several years because she had aborted her child.

There is a zombie and two women buried in this corner. This gloomy courtyard has witnessed the departure of three people in the twenty years since the end of the world.

Bai Xiao was in a daze for a moment. If he had not appeared, perhaps the village would have been quiet long ago, and no one would know that there were two survivors in this small mountain village in the corner of the ruins. They were living with the zombies and struggling to survive. They probably could not have survived last year's heavy snow, or even earlier.

No one knows, no one cares.

"I knew this day would come."

Seeing Bai Xiao's worried expression, Lin Duoduo shook her head. Her eyes were calm, like a pool of water, without any ripples.

She has seen many people off.

She placed the pile of photos on Aunt Qian's body and buried them with the soil.

Lin Duoduo stood aside holding an umbrella, watching the second to last person in the village leave.

In the future, this place will be overgrown with weeds, and even if the house collapses one day, it will not hit here. Over time, it will become flat ground and cannot be seen anymore.

Bai Xiao didn't know whether Yu Ming had the same feeling when he sent his old brother away.

If it weren't for Lin Duoduo, she would probably have left here like those revelers, taking the emaciated Uncle Cai with her, and then died on the road, or returned to her original home in the city.

There was fine rain and cool wind as they walked down the muddy path.

Aunt Qian died. Lin Duoduo sat on the doorstep for a whole day, looking at the village. She was really the only one left.

Water drops from the eaves fell in a line.

The bricks in the yard were washed clean by the rain, and the accumulated water seeped down through the cracks between the bricks and flowed outside.

"If it weren't for the photos you brought back from the city, I'm afraid she would have left that year." Bai Xiao said behind him.

"Ah."

Lin Duoduo unfolded the paper in her hand. Bai Xiao did not peek, but just inadvertently saw the reminder at the beginning that 'the ankle is the slowest to be infected by a zombie bite'.

This is also recorded in Lin Huayou's zombie observation records. People who are bitten on the ankle by zombies can hold on for a while and leave a last word, but people who are bitten near the neck cannot even leave a last word and become zombies.

People who have experienced the disaster completely probably have this understanding, and they still remind young people today.

"What did she say to you that day?"

"She said a lot." Lin Duoduo looked at the words on the paper, "She thought I would let you take a bite."

"she……"

Bai Xiao opened his mouth, thinking of how Uncle Cai once took the initiative to accept infection when he was seriously ill, and he understood something.

The desperate situation at that time made them dare to try anything and think of anything. I don’t know if this is unique to the people in the ruins. Now that group of people are gradually dying out and are buried deep underground.

Lin Huayou, Uncle Cai, Qian Jin, and many others who survived the early stages of the disaster.

"Maybe she should let me try to become like me."

"She won't agree." Lin Duoduo shook her head and focused on the last words.

"The past is gone forever, and the world will never be the same again."

"She is very old and can't hold on any longer. The most likely scenario is that she will die. She wants to leave cleanly and has been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Lin Duoduo put away the paper, put it in her pocket, and supported her chin with her hand.

"The last few days have been pretty good." Bai Xiao said.

"This is the only consolation."

The rain lasted long enough. Looking at the fine raindrops, Bai Xiao took a hoe and cleared the ditch on the vegetable field to prevent the rain from getting heavier at night. It had been raining for the past few days. The side where he laid the bricks was fine, but the vegetable field was very muddy. Every step would get muddy.

The peppers are almost ready to be picked. When the time comes, save the seeds, dry them, and grind them into chili powder. It can be preserved for a long time, longer than chili sauce. Sprinkle some on meat when eating in the winter, along with Sichuan peppercorns.

Even if there are water droplets on the eggplant, you can pick it and eat it.

Life seemed to be getting better and better, which made Bai Xiao feel a sense of contradiction. He held a hoe and looked at the not-so-thriving vegetable field. This was just the first attempt this year. Some seedlings died, while some were well taken care of. He would definitely become more and more skilled in the future.

For the zombies, things are getting better and better, and for the human, it is like a last hurrah.

After digging the drainage ditch a little wider, Bai Xiao put down the hoe and went to the well to wash the mud off his shoes.

The weather is very comfortable. The temperature has dropped so there is no need to fan yourself.

Seeing that Lin Duoduo was not in a good mood, he made some expired milk powder for her to drink, then sat beside her, watching the darkening sky in the yard with her.

The old lady is gone.

People like Aunt Qian are the most miserable. They have seen the splendor of the world, but are only accompanied by zombies.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Duoduo asked.

“I wonder if we’ll end up burying everyone.”

"Take me with you?"

"I'll take you with me." Bai Xiao said, "You didn't exercise today."

“Can I be like you after I exercise?”

"Maybe."

The weather was not that hot, but rather a little cool in the evening, so Bai Xiao found a piece of clothing for her to put on.

"I always feel that there will be a perfect way out, which will ensure my own safety and freedom, and you can live, but I haven't found it yet."

"That's why you're weird." Lin Duoduo stroked the corner of her clothes and lowered her eyes and said, "You're different from us."

There would no longer be any smoke coming out of Aunt Qian's house. It was quiet and peaceful, and had transformed from a deep castle into a tomb.

People after the end of the world are just like beasts. They will rot into bones wherever they die. It is a blessing to be buried.

(End of this chapter)