Apocalypse Cockroach: Tenth Spring Festival

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Today is the Spring Festival, Zhang Xiaoqiang's first Spring Festival in Doomsday, a person's Spring Festival.

I remember that every day when I was a kid, my family prepared the New Year’s Eve early in the morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot bath and put on new clothes, and watched my parents preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

The **** that had been drained of blood was lying on the ground, "fluttering" weakly, and the scattered feathers drifted slowly in the air. The mother was carrying a hot water bucket to scald the rooster. Zhang Xiaoqiang and her sister looked at the seeds while sprouting seeds. The mother carried two chicken feet upside down. Draw a red line from the chicken head to the claws rotating clockwise in the boiling water bucket, the dead **** burst out with the last strength, spread its wings in the bucket, and the boiling water was lifted out of the bucket and spilled around , Zhang Xiaoqiang and sister screamed to avoid. Attracted by the mother's scolding, loudly reminded not to dirty the new clothes.

Severe fathers are rarely seen on weekdays. Holding the plate of wrapped spring rolls yesterday, watching the fire next to the pan, humming a little song in his mouth, letting Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister yell beside him. Pedestrians on the street hurried home, hoping to return home earlier to celebrate the New Year with the family.

At night, my father took out a big red whip and hung it under the eaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed the father’s **** like a small tail, and my sister hid behind the door, looking out with her ears covered.

The sound of firecrackers sounded "pa", and a family of four sat together. The table was full of rich dishes. The father poured a glass of white wine and slowly tasted it. The mother was nagging in a bowl and would get up early tomorrow to see the grandmother in the country. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister ate their heads to eat food, but their eyes looked between the dishes on the table.

After eating New Year’s Eve dinner, my mother kept the dinner table, Zhang Xiaoqiang and her sister were sitting by the white charcoal brazier, eating sunflower seeds and peanuts and watching the "Spring Festival Party". Father sat in the middle with a tea cup and sipped a cup of strong tea from time to time. When Chen Peisi's bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister laughed loudly, and their parents' faces were also full of smiles.

Thinking of the past and the scene now, a sadness filled my heart.

The Spring Festival of Doomsday made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel lonely. Looking at the cottage mobile phone beside the pillow, he hoped that someone could send him a greeting message for the Spring Festival, even if it was a 1008 telecom small advertisement! The phone was still silent, and despair evolved in my heart. The more and more lonely mood made him crazy. He picked up the phone and fell **** the floor tiles.

"pa ............" The phone was broken into three petals on the ground, the body, battery, and rear case staggered from the ground, fell, and rolled to the side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the bed with his head and stared at the torn mobile phone on the ground in a daze! ! !

I don’t know how long it took, and my mood slowly calmed down. I picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it, watching the Cockroach crawling cheerfully inside, and Zhang Xiaoqiang’s mood began to get better again.

At least he is still alive, at least he can stand here and play with Cockroach leisurely, he is at least lucky than 90 people in the world, and he can breathe the fresh air.

"Oh!!!!!!!" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, thinking that he was an elder otaku, and he had always been careless, why did Doomsday become sentimental?

Today is the Spring Festival, the most important festival for the Chinese. Why can’t I have a Spring Festival by myself?

As soon as I thought about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was about noon, and he began to get busy. He boiled a pot of water on the induction stove with barrel water, and took a luxurious bath. It was also after the end of the day. The first time I took a bath, I refreshed and put on clean clothes, poured out the black and gray muddy bath water, and came to the kitchen.

A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of braised pork, a bowl of steamed eggs, and a large bowl of soup with Chinese cabbage.

This weekday simple and extravagant New Year’s Eve dinner is placed on the table, and three tableware are placed on the table, which are the parents and the younger sister. The father’s chopsticks have an extra wine glass filled with white wine, Zhang Xiaoqiang poured himself a cup of "Great Wall Jiebaina Dry Red" and slowly drank.

Drinking a bottle of dry red unconsciously, and depression in his heart made him want to drink. He picked up the white wine bottle of "Daohuaxiang" and poured it into his mouth. Half a bottle of white wine fell into his stomach. In the past, the family sat around, the mother said that the parents were short, the father ignored nothing, but slowly garnished with a wine glass, and occasionally put a chopstick dish on the side of the liquor, and the sister was on the side asking for a new pair of leather shoes.

The Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up with a severe headache, opened the quilt, and stumbled into the bed. The cold air made him feel a chill. He picked up the water bottle and drank it in one breath, only to relieve the dryness of the night.

The leftovers left over from yesterday were warmed up with an induction cooker. When eaten as a breakfast, I drank too much wine last night, making my mouth full of bitterness. I don’t know what it tastes like when I eat breakfast.

As usual practice iron spear, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to rest when the morning task was completed, took the MP9 military sniper crossbow on the window sill and aimed at the zombie practice downstairs, 80 steel **** were squandered by him in the name of practice Half of it~IndoMTL.com~ He didn't want to use the six crossbow arrows. He could hardly find it when he shot it out. Dozens of shooting practice made his prospects have made tremendous progress.

Aiming at an agile Evolution variant zombie through the crosshair on the MP9sniper crossbow scope, zombie is a rogue, his MP9 also slowly moves with the movement of zombie, and the zombie in the scope is also commotion. Come and pounce in one direction.

"Is there a situation?" Zhang Xiaoqiang put down sniper crossbow, picked up 10 times binoculars and stared at it. In sight, zombie slammed at another agile zombie, and the surrounding ordinary zombie also began to stir around them. past.

"zombie infighted?????" Zhang Xiaoqiang held binoculars a little silly! binoculars observed the attacked zombie.

This is an agile variant zombie. It looks stronger and more flexible than the common agile zombie. It is about 1.4 meters, which is a large section shorter than the ordinary zombie. It moves fast with its back. Others zombie couldn't catch it, and both hands grabbed something and fed it to his mouth.

At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t see what it was grabbing. He didn’t see it until he faced him, and a mouse tail appeared in his hand.

The mice are not large, so the riots did not last long. After the rats were eaten, zombie returned to calm.

Looking down at the slightly strong and agile zombie back across the street, there is a row of old-fashioned tile houses, and there is a gutter in the corner. The mouse should have come out of the gutter.

"Does the D virus only work for humans." Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, seeing that the agile zombie was quietly in the gutter, connected to the power variant zombie killed the day before yesterday.

"D virus + flesh + rain = zombie Evolution??" Zhang Xiaoqiang understands the reason of zombie Evolution somewhat.