Zhou Shuangshuang was hungry.

She gritted her teeth and endured it as she looked at the captain Lu Feng.

She was not stupid either. From these words, it was obvious that the rations they needed to do tasks must be extremely precious.

Therefore, even though her stomach is rumbled, she just rubbed it and didn't say what she wanted to eat.

At this moment, she lowered her head, and her little face, which had not been destroyed by military training for too long, was full of protein. Her eyelashes were long and dense, and she shook like a butterfly, naturally with a sense of weakness, which was completely different from those who had experienced natural disasters in the end of the world.

Although Wang Xuan was not polite before, he couldn't help but say something more when he saw her rubbing her stomach: "Have you bear it, there is nothing to eat for the time being. Now, 32 zombies can only get six steamed buns, so you don't have the share."

Huishi base is a very secure base now. Before, everyone worked together and tried hard to confiscate several large grain warehouses. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid there would be no food now.

But despite this, the food that can be exchanged for killing zombies is getting less and less. If this continues, the base will be in chaos before the zombies are destroyed...

Zhou Shuangshuang didn't know that she had thought so much in such a short time, and at this moment she just shook her head: "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, you can eat it. I'm already very grateful for your savings and can't waste your food any more."

When she said this, she still felt that she was in a dream, and she still had little thoughts in her heart. She felt that after she went back, she would be unable to eat?

Even during the military training, the meals in the cafeteria were cooked very well.

Seeing that she knew each other, several people around him looked at each other and didn't say much.

At this time, the man wearing glasses took out today's steamed buns from his pocket. At this time, Zhou Shuangshuang saw what the so-called "bubble" looked like - it was not the soft white-floured steamed buns she imagined, but the black and yellow ginseng mixed. She could not tell what the raw material was, and it was hard and like a stone.

Moreover, it is only the size of a fist.

The captain looked like a tough guy, but Zhou Shuangshuang believed that he was indeed a tough guy. But when this tough guy was gnawing steamed buns, he couldn't help but exert seven points of force.

Looking at the two women next to me, they were grinding and gnawing little by little with their front teeth. That look, if it weren't for their faces being too rough, they would have been barely cute.

Zhou Shuangshuang couldn't help but feel sympathy in her heart: This steamed bun is probably the kind that can be used as a hidden weapon, right?

Although the steamed buns are difficult to eat, they try their best to finish them within ten minutes.

With a slight slight mouth here, the captain stood up and said, "Let's go."

Of course, nowadays, whoever has any other property can do anything, can only go out with weapons.

Zhou Shuangshuang immediately put on her heels.

Her shoes were sold by military training, with green and old-fashioned rubber shoes. When she got them, the girl like flowers in their dormitory complained, saying that she didn't know which year it was in stock, and it was really hard for them to make it out.

But now, when she compared the captain's hiking shoes that could not even see the color on her feet, she suddenly felt a little ashamed.

——Everyone is so hard, and she still holds this kind of thinking, which is really inappropriate!

Unfortunately, this is just a dream.

Otherwise, if you can really travel back and forth, what can’t you bring to them in your own restaurant?

After her thoughts changed, she became glad again: Fortunately, this is just a dream, otherwise, if everyone really wants to live such a life of stagnation, wouldn’t it be even more miserable!

Although these people were in her dream, they didn't do anything to her in such a difficult environment. Zhou Shuangshuang was really grateful in her heart.

People say that strange faces appearing in dreams are people who have seen but don’t remember them. If this is not a dream and their lives are really like this, it would be a sin!

Fortunately, I woke up in a coma during the day, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it was a dream if it was so real.

A shabby pickup truck was parked outside the house, and the color was beyond description, but it was obvious that the windshield was half gone.

Zhou Shuangshuang trotted behind everyone.

They were used to acting, and both women stalked with their heads, which made her, who had always claimed to be a lady, unable to keep up and could only walk quickly.

Outside the house, it was indeed deserted and there was no sign of green.

She took out a used disposable mask from her pocket and then put it on her face.

The woman next to her looked at her with praise: "It's okay, not stupid."

However, looking at the mask that was even white with ropes, she felt a little heartbroken: "I don't know which silly rich man has raised you so delicate..."

She sighed, with pity in her eyes: "If you have a physique like you, you really have to remember who he is, and tell us quickly. Those who can spend such great efforts to support you will definitely be good and not bad."

Who raises her? Lao Zhou...

Zhou Shuangshuang buried her head in guilt and had nothing to say, and could only follow everyone silently.

With her qualifications, she naturally has no ability to sit in the passenger seat. At this moment, she sat in the front of the convertible pickup truck with everyone, ignoring her white skin and extremely unfamiliar movements, which is actually quite decent.

"Now, is this the whole world like this?"

"Yes."

There was a white and tender girl sitting in the car. Without the secret, everyone was happy to say a few more words to her - it would be good to take the opportunity to take a look at her tender little face.

Looking at the desolate surroundings, Zhou Shuangshuang couldn't help but ask, "How many people are there now?"

"have no idea."

The woman next to her shook her head: "The communication is broken, it is inconvenient to communicate everywhere, and no one can tell the exact number. Moreover, people die every moment. But as far as I know, we should have belonged to a well-known population province in the country. Before the natural disaster, the population should have exceeded 100 million. Now, it is said that the number of survivors is only tens of millions."

Zhou Shuangshuang can no longer speak.

Even in dreams, their language, clothing, and living habits are indeed the same as another Chinese country.

But one is thriving now, with a population of more than 1.6 billion. The other is struggling so hard.

Too real and too tragic...

She shook her head desperately and told herself: This is a dream! This is a dream! This is a dream!!!

Seeing her shaking her head, the woman next to her asked, "What's wrong? Have you remembered something?"

Zhou Shuangshuang was panicked and lowered her eyes when she heard this: "No."

"Wait then, let's go down. In order to have the opportunity to escape in time, we will try our best to fight around this chariot and protect you. But beware yourself, we will protect you when we have the spare time, but if we are in danger, no one will save you regardless of our lives."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand." Zhou Shuangshuang replied-This is the end of the world.

She nodded, held the machete that the woman gave her, and hugged silently in the corner.
Chapter completed!