Chapter 7:

Remaining power, 8%.
Is there a mistake? She charged it all afternoon, and only charged in so little? Power generation from potatoes is faster than this.
8% of the electricity, what game does she play? What song to listen to? What movie to watch?
Jiang Miaomiao's eyes on the solar power bank are like chicken ribs. The food is tasteless and it is a pity to discard it.
Lu Qiming came over.
"Can you use your phone?"
"What are you doing?"
"Look at the navigation."
The map APP on the mobile phone has a cache, so even if there is no network at the moment, you can still see the city map.
Lu Qiming found the nearest supermarket to the villa, and it was about the same distance as Jiang Miaomiao. It takes seven stops and about 20 minutes by bus. But the shortest driving distance is 2.5km, and it only takes about eight minutes to get there.
He was holding the phone, thinking in his heart, and suddenly asked:
"When will you come to Auntie again?"
All previous stocks have been used up.
Jiang Miaomiao's mouth twitched, "What do you want to be perverted? Do you want to use my blood to attract zombies?"
Lu Qiming is righteous and strict, "Since it must be thrown away in the end, it is better to use it."
"No." She felt sick after thinking about it.
"Aren't you afraid to stay here and starve to death?"
"If you die, you die. I stayed and didn't plan to live until next year."
Jiang Miaomiao said, "Anyway, I won't run out with you to take risks. You have to go by yourself, don't hold me."
Lu Qiming was speechless, threw the phone into her arms and walked to the dining table to eat.
Jiang Miaomiao had only eaten self-heating rice in the afternoon. He was full and didn't want to care about him. He took a flashlight and went to the corner next to the refrigerator to see the bean sprouts he brought back.
The bean sprouts grow to half the height of her calf, and the leaves are all out. It is estimated that it will bloom and set up pods soon.
If you can eat a pot of fresh soybean stew before you die, it's worth your death.
It's just that there are too few nutrients in the pot to meet the growth needs. The bean sprouts are obviously wilting, and I am afraid that they are about to die.
You have to give it soil.
But this villa is either floored or cemented. Where does the soil come from?
There was one in the yard. She wanted to sneak out with a small bucket and get some back, because Jin Ban buttoo would disagree.
Jiang Miaomiao fell into entanglement.
Lu Qiming glanced at her sideways, "I can help you get dirt in the yard."
She guessed his request and immediately refused.
"I don't sell blood."
"Who asked you to sell your blood? As long as the things that grow out are half of me."
"Really?" This can be considered.
Lu Qiming said, "If you don't believe me, then you can get it yourself."
Jiang Miaomiao stood up, "Don't brag, I want to see what you are capable of."
He snorted coldly, left a sentence of "wait and see" after eating, and went upstairs.
In the evening, Jiang Miaomiao listened to two songs with a pitiful battery, and when he closed his eyes to enjoy the familiar singing, he suddenly missed the once ordinary life.
According to the progress of the original text, those who escaped should have established a base in Tibet. The hostess is still beating zombies outside to save people.
When the zombie outbreak period has passed, they will launch a counterattack with government troops, go through hardships, and finally return to the city.
The whole stage lasted for more than ten years, with numerous casualties in the middle, and those who survived were either lucky or capable.
As a waste of wood, she obviously couldn't survive that time.
The phone screensaver was a bustling night view of the city. She sighed and fell asleep groggyly.
The next morning, Jiang Miaomiao was awakened by the sound of ping-pong-pong downstairs.
She rubbed her eyes and went downstairs to check, only to see Lu Qiming holding a kitchen knife, dismembering a desk, picking up a desk leg, and cutting it in circles.
Jiang Miaomiao wondered, "What are you doing? A toothpick?"
Lu Qiming didn't look up, "Being a weapon."
"What kind of weapon can this be? Salted fish spike?"
"Stop talking cold words, get ready."
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly became sober, and stepped back silently.
"What am I going to prepare? I haven't got enough sleep yet."
"When I led away the zombies, you took the opportunity to dig the soil. See my instructions and ask you to come back immediately."
She shook her head decisively.
"No way."
"You don't want to grow beans?"
"I think, but I have to eat it."
Lu Qiming was speechless, "The zombie's attention is all on me. It is me who is in danger. You won't have any life concerns, understand?"
Jiang Miaomiao nodded.
Lu Qiming's expression eased a little.
"Then are you going?"
"Go, wait until I get back to the room to change my clothes."
After she finished speaking, she walked to the room, locked the door immediately after entering the room, and shouted outside: "I'm not going to die."
There are so many zombies outside, how many bites does Lu Qiming have for them? Don't you come to catch her when you're done.
She runs slowly and has little strength, and she will die.
She no longer grows beans, she is satisfied with bean sprouts.
Jiang Miaomiao stayed in the bedroom all morning without going out. At noon, Lu Qiming knocked on the door.
"Are you really not going? Then I'm going."
Jiang Miaomiao's voice came through the door.
"You are alone, and you want to attract zombies and dig soil, can you get over it?"
He smiled, "If you are lucky, you should have a chance."
Jiang Miaomiao stopped talking, he looked at the door as if talking to himself.
"If I don't come back because of bad luck, you can eat the food yourself."
"My body doesn't need to be collected by me. If I also become a zombie, please don't give me such a bad name as the golden half-butt."
"After the government comes back to regain the city, remember to tell them that I sacrificed for a pot of soybean sprouts."
Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help but open the door, "I'll go, can I go?"
Lu Qiming shoved the bucket and spatula he had prepared into her arms and pushed her downstairs.
Before opening the door, Jiang Miaomiao asked repeatedly.
"Are you sure you have a chance to come back alive? If you are bitten, I will never mind you."
Lu Qiming grabbed a few sharply cut table legs and lifted the last barrier behind the door. When he was about to unlock the door, he held her shoulder and said:
"Close your eyes, count for five seconds in silence, and then go out."
Jiang Miaomiao took a deep breath and did what he said. After closing his eyes, he heard the rhythm of his heart beating.
Fives
four
three
two
One
Get out!
Jiang Miaomiao rushed out with the small bucket and spatula, squatted down to dig where there was soil, and did not dare to waste time looking back. The screams and roars of zombies kept coming from behind.
She didn't know how long it took to dig it, it may only be ten seconds or a few minutes. Because of being too nervous and rushing, she could not tell the passage of time at all.
Finally, Lu Qiming's voice sounded.
"go back!"
She was like a horse stabbed in the ass, immediately jumped up and ran.
Halfway through the run, Jiang Miaomiao couldn't restrain his curiosity, and secretly looked back.
It's okay if I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it, the blood basin of the golden half-butt was less than half a meter away from her! The stench came on her face, and she almost fainted.
With this shock, she took a step slower, and Jin half-butt stretched out her fat and rotten left hand and grabbed her shoulder.
Jiang Miaomiao screamed, thinking he was dead.
Who knew that a spear flew from behind and pierced the left arm of the golden half-butt with great accuracy, from the shoulder to the wrist, and the sharp tip was as sharp as a knife and rubbed against Jiang Miaomiao's skin.
Jin half-butt reflexively let go of his hand and screamed loudly.
Jiang Miaomiao forced herself to cheer, seized the opportunity to run into the house, and immediately turned around and called Lu Qiming hurry up after entering.
Lu Qiming's body was submerged by the zombies that followed, and the voice came from afar.
"close the door!"
what?
The golden half-butt came again, Jiang Miaomiao could not hesitate, slammed the door, locked it, and piled up furniture.
The series of actions are all mechanical, based entirely on instinct.
She didn't bother to see how much soil she had dug back, she had only one thought in her mind-Lu Qiming was dying.
In the last days, dead people are normal. The dead cannon fodder with names and surnames in the original text add up to several hundred, and multiple Lu Qimings are nothing.
But when she thought that the other party was for her soybean sprouts, she vomited blood with guilt.
What to do, do you want to help? But what can she do?
Jiang Miaomiao ran to the basement, looked around to find the diesel that was originally prepared for the generator, so he hugged him and moved the thing behind the door.
Diesel can burn, and she can save Lu Qiming by splashing on the zombies and setting them on fire.
Looking at the doorknob, her legs were weak.
Oh, she was afraid...
Jiang Miaomiao pinched her thighs desperately, telling herself: People are inherently dead, she eats and drinks enough, and lives more than one month longer than the original owner, which is not in vain.
The thigh was pinched and turned purple. She tried to rush out, but heard a sound from the second floor.
"What about people? Do me a favor."
This voice... is Lu Qiming?
Jiang Miaomiao even forgot to release the diesel, and ran up after holding it.
In Lu Qiming's room, he was stuck under the vent and could not come.
She stared at the blood-stained man in amazement.
"Are you not dead?"
"Who said I was dead?"
"But you obviously..."
"Take me a hand, I'm getting fat these days, but I can't get down."
Jiang Miaomiao nodded in hindsight, put down the diesel, and jumped to pull his hand.
Lu Qiming frowned, "You can't find a stick..."
Before she finished speaking, she leaped hard, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out with the strength of her body. The two landed at the same time and fell into a ball.
Lu Qiming was too heavy, and she felt that her ribs were about to be crushed by him, her eyes turned black with pain, but she was happy in her heart.
Lu Qiming touched her chest, "Don't use your back to hide me."
She was dumbfounded, raising her leg is a yin-foot, "Climb for the Lord."
She regretted the kick, because when Lu Qiming fell down, he left his apron in the vent, and the thin cloth was dangling with the airflow.
It also means that he is...
Lu Qiming rolled over in pain, clutching his lower body and rolling on the floor.
"You woman is more vicious than a zombie."
Jiang Miaomiao's cheeks were red, pretending that nothing happened, stood up, pulled the sheets out and threw them to him, and asked:
"You are obviously surrounded by zombies, how come back alive?"
Lu Qiming sat cross-legged on the ground, wrapping himself into a ball with a bed sheet.
"Who knows, maybe they think I'm handsome."
She thought of another strange thing, "How did you throw that stick? It's so accurate."
"I practiced shot put when I was young."
"Just because of this?"
"if not?"
She was asked.
Originally wondered if he was a peerless master hidden in the world, or a powerful figure like a special soldier. But looking at how he got stuck in the air vent, he probably really learned from throwing a shot.
Jiang Miaomiao shrugged and planned to go downstairs to bolt the gate, but when he passed by Lu Qiming, he grabbed his wrist.
"Are you in love with me?"
"What?"
"Thinking that I was going to die, so I would rather risk my death and rush out to save me with diesel?"
He patted the diesel barrel next to him and smiled very proudly.
Jiang Miaomiao pouted, "Less narcissism. I plan to make a fire and cook. Who cares about you?"
She grabbed the diesel barrel and walked downstairs. Lu Qiming stood up slowly and tidied the sheets on her body, thinking about whether it would be better to wrap it around her waist like a bath towel or to put it on her shoulders as a robe.
A few seconds later, Jiang Miaomiao returned with a look of horror.
"No! It's coming in!"
"Who?"
"Golden half hip!"
There was a long scream of golden half buttocks from downstairs, which made the scalp numb.