Apocalypse Cockroach

Sunday, 10 February 2013

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

Remember every time I arrived as a child, the family prepared the new goods early in the morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hot bath and changed into new clothes, watching his parents prepare for New Year's Eve dinner.

Dry blooded cocks lay powerlessly “fluttering” on the ground, scattered feathers slowly floating in the air. Mother held a hot bucket of water ready to burn the cock, Zhang Xiaoqiang and her sister were watching with melon seeds, Mother held two chicken claws upside down, the chicken's head dripping down, blood beads dropped down the ground along the beak mouth, drawing a red line, from the chicken's head to the chicken's claws spinning clockwise in the open bucket, the dead cock burst out final strength, the open wings fluttered in the bucket, the boiling water was lifted out of the bucket and spilled around, Zhang Xiaoqiang and her sister screamed to hide. Bringing in the mother's scolding and shouting reminders not to stain the new clothes.

Serious fathers on weekdays are rare and no longer in the face. With the spring roll wrapped yesterday, he watched the fire by the oil pan, humming an irregular little song in his mouth, leaving Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister screaming beside him. Pedestrians on the street rushed home in a hurry, hoping to get home early for New Year's with their families.

At night, his father took out a big red whip and hung it under the eaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed his father around behind his ass like a little tail. His sister hid behind the door and looked out with her ears covered.

The "crackle” firecracker sounded, the family sat together, the table was full of rich dishes, and Father poured a glass of white wine slowly to taste. Mother is nagging in a bowl, she has to get up early tomorrow to visit her grandmother in the country. Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister buried their heads in a large mouthful of food, but their eyes looked at each other between the dishes on the table.

After New Year's Eve dinner, the mother kept the table, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister sat by the white charcoal fire basin, eating melon peanuts and watching the "Spring Festival party”. Father sat in the middle with a cup of tea and sipped on the thick tea from time to time. When Chen Pei's bald head appeared on the screen, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister laughed loudly, and his parents' faces were filled with laughter.

When I think of the past, and when I think of the present situation, there is a sadness in my heart.

The late Spring Festival made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel separated and lonely. Looking at the mountain phone by the pillow, he prayed that someone would send him a message of greeting for the Spring Festival, even a 1008 telecom advertisement! The phone was still silent, despair had evolved at the bottom of his heart, and his growing loneliness had driven him crazy, and he had picked up his phone and dropped it hard on the floor brick.

“Tap..........." The phone fell into three flaps on the ground, the fuselage, battery, back shell, bounced off the ground staggered, fell, and rolled to the side. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his arms and looked at the broken cell phone on the ground and was stunned!!!

After a long time, his mood slowly calmed down. He picked up the plastic bottle next to the computer and shook it. He watched the cockroach inside swing happily, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood began to get better again.

At least I'm alive, or at least I can stand here and play with cockroaches, and I'm luckier than 90 percent of the world's 100 people, and I can breathe less fresh air.

“Oh!!!!!!!!!” Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, thinking that he was an elderly man, he had no heart, how could he become sentimental in the end?

Today is Spring Festival, the most important festival for Chinese people, why can't you spend a person's Spring Festival?

When he thought of doing it, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the watch on his wrist. It was almost noon. He started to get busy and burn a pot of water on the induction cooker with bucket water. He took a luxurious bath. It was also the first bath he took after the end of the day. He changed into clean clothes and poured black and grey dirty bath water into the kitchen.

A bowl of boiled fish, a plate of red roast meat, a bowl of steamed eggs, and a large bowl of soup and cabbage.

This simple, end-of-day, luxurious New Year's Eve dinner is on the table, with three more bowls of chopsticks on the table, parents and sisters, father's chopsticks next to an extra glass filled with white wine, Zhang Xiaoqiang poured himself a glass of "Great Wall Dry Baena Red" and slowly drank it.

After drinking a bottle of dry red unconsciously, depression in his heart made him still want to drink, picked up the bottle of "Rice Flower Scent" liquor bottle and poured it into his mouth, half a bottle of liquor under his stomach, intoxicated that he seemed to go back to the past, the family group sat around, the mother said the parents were short, the father ignored nothing, just slowly adorned with a glass of wine, from time to time with chopsticks dish under his stomach, while his sister was making noise about a new pair of leather shoes.

Severe headache suddenly Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up, lifted the quilt, mixed stiffness and went to bed. The cool air made him feel chilly, picked up the water bottle and drank it, before relieving the dry tongue overnight.

Heat the leftovers from yesterday in the induction cooker. Eat them as breakfast. I drank too much wine last night, making my mouth taste bitter. I don't even know what they taste like.

As usual, when the morning task was completed, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to rest, holding the MP9 military sniper crossbow standing on the windowsill and aiming downstairs at the zombie practicing. Eighty steel balls were squandered by him in the name of the exercise. Six crossbows were useless. Shooting them out made him rare to find them. Dozens of shooting exercises made great strides in his lead, at least not pointing back at anything.

The cross star on the MP9 sniper crossbow sight aimed at an agile evolutionary mutant zombie, the zombie in the wanderer, his MP9 also slowly moved as the zombie moved, the zombie in the sight turmoil also came and pounced in one direction.

“Something wrong?” Zhang Xiaoqiang put down the sniper crossbow and picked up the telescope to stare at it dead. In his sight, the zombie burst into another agile zombie, and ordinary zombies around him began to riot towards them.

“Inside the zombie???” Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little silly holding up the telescope! The telescope looked at the attacked zombie.

This is an agile mutant zombie. It looks stronger and more flexible than the average agile zombie. Around 1.4 meters, it is shorter than the average zombie. The rickety moves quickly with its back. No other zombie can jump at it. Both hands grab something and feed it to the mouth.

At first Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see what it was catching. He didn't see it until it was facing him. A rat tail appeared in his hand.

The mouse was small, so the riots were not long, and the zombie calmed down after the mouse was eaten.

Watching the slightly stronger agile zombie downstairs go back across the street, a row of vintage tile houses, a corner of the wall followed by a ditch, where mice should be running out of the ditch.

“Is the D virus only effective for humans?” Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, seeing the agile zombie quietly in the gully, linked to the power mutated zombie killed the day before yesterday.

“D virus + flesh + rain = zombie evolution???” Zhang Xiaoqiang understood some of the reasons for the evolution of the zombies.