Apocalypse Cockroach

The two walked in the silent wasteland, where weeds and straw rubbed their horns and ankles from time to time. The moon was bright and the moon was covered with earth. On nights when there was no light, they could see everything beyond 100 metres without effort.

At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang only took an unconscious walk with Huang Quan. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak and Huang Quan did not make any noise. The two walked in the field and could only hear the sound of the weed rubbing angle around them.

“When is Mid-Autumn Festival? Yes or no? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the tranquility around her, looked at the moon like a jade tray, recalled the previous Mid-Autumn Festival, and asked about Yellow Springs. Huang Quan thought of improving the fighting power of regular team members every day. That reminded him of the Mid-Autumn Festival of the lunar calendar. Some wonder, Zhang Xiaoqiang asked exactly what he did not understand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the look of Huang Quan Nana, some funny, shook his head and said:

“Never mind... who else in this world remembers the festivals before? We can live to this day. For 90 percent of the world's people, we make money. How can you say that? ‘We are here today, just as yesterday the losers prayed for tomorrow.’ Come on, I know enough... '

Huang Quan heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's tone of discouragement, some strange, their main purpose is to find the boat, find the boat, they can return to the base, use the Yangtze River to connect the base and the gathering place, then rely on the base, gradually digest the gathering place, use huge population resources to search the entire Yangtze River coast material, while controlling the Yangtze River coast.

By then, they will have countless materials and resources to produce weapons of all kinds, equip the survivors they have found, recover the lost land step by step, drive the corpse out of the city of J, drive it out of HB province and even out of China, and by then, even if he dies in battle, there will be no regrets.

So Huang Quan is one of Zhang Xiaoqiang's most resolute supporters. At least, Zhang Xiaoqiang has been following this step slowly. With goals, plans and possibilities of completion, Huang Quan does not think there will be any other problems, even if they eventually fail, at least they can achieve no regrets, after all, they have tried.

“Why would you say that? Brother cockroach, we follow you, we fight with you, we fight together, even if we die, we have no regrets. Mount Osmanthus is a sacred place in our hearts, and we are willing to bury it on Mount Osmanthus, that is our fate.

Our goal is not just to live, I've had enough of hiding like a rat, others I don't know, I was rescued by you at the missile base, like seven months in prison, living in isolation, making each of us emotionally close to madness, I don't know what I would have done had it not been for the old officers in town.

Or if we have food, water, even outside sources, what do you make them think that more survivors live in the wild, in closed darkrooms, in the misery of killing each other for a little bit of food?

I dare not imagine us in the days to come, either killed like rats by zombies and mutant beasts, exterminated by all mankind, or turned into beasts who knew only to kill, lost our culture, forgot our ancestors, knew only to kill, when man was no longer man.

We follow you because you are qualified to follow us, because you are not thinking about yourself, you are not thinking about our little group, you are thinking about the future of mankind... ”

“Wait... I didn't say I was going to be a savior, did I? How can I listen to you and feel like you're trying to get me into a ditch? Do you still want me to liberate all mankind? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang hastily interrupted Huang Quan. The more he heard something wrong, the more virtuous he was. He knew and didn't want to live a hundred centuries. He just wanted to live, live well, so that his life could continue, that's all.

“You didn't say to be Savior...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in his heart. He was really afraid of his previous sluggish bag. He said that. If so, he shot himself. Forget it. What is this called, isn't he looking for trouble for himself? He's not a great ideologist, he's just a small citizen before and after his death.

“But you said something after the injury... that Huang Tingwei asked... and you said that you would let those children grow up and become the heirs of culture and the future collectors of China. In fact, at that time, I was simply following you and giving back your thoughts with my life.

When you say that, I know that we have a real goal, not to liberate all of humanity, but to protect it as a spark of civilization, to allow future generations to continue our civilization and knowledge, to learn the new laws of survival, to let them know who their ancestors are, to fight the zombies, mutants, not simply to survive and struggle in the future, to be able to live in dignity in this world, not to wait, like rare animals, for that day to be extinct. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was silent, his mind was not as noble as Huang Quan said, he was selfish, he didn't want to fight until he died, or he waited until he was dying to fight. He just wanted to cultivate talent early, pick early, enjoy the rest of his life, after all, it was just a lazy word.

“Brother cockroach... In fact, many brothers are willing to follow you to death, not for any treatment or benefit. Hungry people are satisfied only if they have a bowl to eat, like those civilians in the base have not had a bad life, why are they born to die, they are willing to follow you, they know that they do not stand up, you alone cannot maintain the entire base.

You're our hero, but you're not a lonely hero, you're with us, you have so many life and death brothers, we follow you, die without regret. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was silent, he had been carrying too much. Every time he wandered around the edge of life and death, he felt tired and bored. He was not a natural adventurer. He was just a small citizen who wanted to hide honestly from his little life. When he was a kid, he fantasized about becoming a well-known big man. When he grew up, these ideas were long forgotten in the corner of his memory.

Being a big character is tired, really tired, lazy accustomed Zhang Xiaoqiang can't imagine the future, especially when he carries tens of thousands of people's life and death choices.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has two egos, one is him before the end of his life, one is ordinary, some mediocre little man, one is him after the end of his life, he trigonometrically assassinates the survivors out of the house, the two he meets from time to time, sometimes separated.

One is conservatism in the status quo, the other is active in creating the future, holding everything in his own hands, including life and death, two contradictory ideas tangled in his brain, while conservatism prevails, pushing him to escape from the land, to find a place of safety that no one can find in the sea, and sometimes pioneering spirit prevails, letting his subconscious buyer's heart covet the population in the gathering place for three feet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang conserved for decades, suddenly brought the whole personality to a bit of effort, so every act, still conservative style dominated, constituted the subject of his personality, and precisely because of this personality, made him escape from the end of life, unfortunately... the end of life is the end of life, precisely because of its brutal jungle laws, unable to adapt to survival, can only wait to be eliminated.