"How much food do you have for you?"

Three questions in a row, but I didn't answer my own question.

This made Zhang Shi a little anxious. In his desperation, he couldn't help but asked in a bad tone:

"Where is my old uncle? Answer my question first."

"He..."

Brother Liu's expression was a little strange. He sighed slightly when he looked at Zhang and said:

"died."

"He died not long after you left."

"The management said dead bodies should not be placed indoors as they would easily stink in humid weather. The bodies were taken away..."

"Well, don't think too much. I'm right next to you. Your uncle really has no vital signs..."

"Excuse me, is that fence dangerous? How much food was distributed?"

Zhang Shi didn't hear his last two questions.

Two words kept echoing in my mind:

Dead! Dead! Dead!

"How did you die?" He rushed to Brother Liu with a crazy and angry expression.

"Um...you ask this..."

"Starved to death..."

"It's not like you don't understand the current situation..."

"I guess I'm going to starve to death if I don't eat something. This guy needs to be more open-minded..."

"I'm thinking more openly now. If I die, I won't have to suffer. But it's really uncomfortable for me to be hungry."

"Xiao Zhang, I'm really hungry. For the sake of being so familiar, can you give me something to eat?"

....

thump!

Zhang Shi sat down on the ground and grabbed his hair hard.

"Ahhhhh!"

He roared like a beast, hoarse and desperate.

The old uncle is his last relative, the last relative who loves him.

Now even the last relative is gone.

What is the meaning of living?

What else could there be?

One of the biggest reasons why he went to the wall to fight against zombies was for his uncle.

So that my uncle can have something to eat.

But now, the old uncle is dead.

Starving to death.

So what's the point of him going up the wall?

Self-blame, pain, despair, and extreme resentment towards God.

This shit-like world.

Why does it cause so much pain to people?

Ah ah ah ah ah!

He cried silently, his head dizzy from the extreme grief.

Brother Liu saw his state and felt a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.

It seems that he was like this a few years ago.

However, there are no mood swings now.

I'm used to it and have experienced it a few times.

The first time was when the apocalypse just broke out and my parents died tragically.

The second time was when his wife was bitten to death by zombies, and the third time was when a group of thugs kidnapped his son and used it as food. When he broke free to save his son, his son had become a pot of minced meat.

Even after escaping death, he also thought about dying.

Who knows how he spent that painful time?

But after getting through it, there weren’t too many mood swings anymore.

.....

This process will be experienced by most survivors.

The more you experience it, the more you become numb.

After seeing it, I didn't think it was anything strange.

After Zhang Shi screamed, he grabbed his wet hair, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Half a moment.

He suddenly stood up and walked to the corner.

I took out the tortilla from my chest and looked at it, tears falling down my face.

Brother Liu's eyes turned green when he saw the tortilla in his hand.

She rolled and crawled in front of him.

"Xiao Zhang, oh no, Brother Zhang, give me some, just a little, I'm too hungry."

Zhang Shi ignored him.

He just shed tears and stuffed food into his mouth one bite at a time.

With tears streaming down his face, anger and self-blame burst out in his eyes.

The sweetness of corn could not cover up the bitterness in his heart.

Corn is bitter, so bitter that it makes him feel sick to his stomach.

But he still swallowed it one bite at a time.

Eat every bite carefully and vigorously.

This is something he worked hard for.

He knew that Brother Liu would not lie. Who could be blamed for his uncle's death?

Blame Oil City?

He is not a child anymore, no one can help you for no reason, and there is no obligation.

In fact, if the people in Oil City did not let them in, they might have died in the previous thunderstorm or storm.

He is a person with very upright views, and his uncle has always told him that even if he lives in the last days, he must keep his inner bottom line.

If there is no bottom line, there is no difference between dying and living.

But who can blame it?

We can only blame this abominable apocalypse and this thief God.

He finished two and a half pieces of corn tortillas, which made Brother Liu, who had been watching him eat, salivate and his intestines twitch with hunger.

After eating two and a half corn tortillas in a row, this was the most filling meal Zhang Shi had had in a long time.

After eating, he leaned against the wall and slept.

The battle that originally lasted for eight hours left him overwhelmed. After returning, he experienced the death of his old uncle, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

His body reached a spiritual point, and after closing his eyes, he fell asleep within a few seconds.

In other words, he fainted.

After Brother Liu saw him sleeping, he used the dim light to crawl closer to Zhang Shi, then lay on the ground and carefully searched for the fallen corn crumbs.

But after searching a lot, I could only find a little bit, which together was about the size of two fingernails.

There was also a lot of dust and dirt on it.

If it were normal times, it would be impossible for Zhang to leave any crumbs when he ate.

He will eat it himself.

But just now he was too sad to notice this.
To be continued...