C4 (2/2)

We were silent for a moment. San Mao took out a cigarette from the pocket of his jacket, and carefully turned around to use his body and the wall to block the wind.

I breathed in the smoke, and after a moment, unable to hold it in, I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, from which I took out a cigarette butt that was half smoked.

”Heh …” I nodded towards San Mao: ”Lend me a light!”

”What about your own?” San Mao said with dissatisfaction.

”No, I'll return it to you later.” ”No,” I said.

San Mao unwillingly handed over the lighter, and I lit the lighter with the same careful posture as him. I took in a deep breath, and the musty smoke rushed into my trachea and into my lungs, causing my chest to feel numb, and my mind also felt a little tipsy, making me completely relaxed.

In fact, I stopped smoking a few years ago, but after the Zombie crisis, in order to gain a short period of time to escape, I started smoking again. After all, the reason why I stopped smoking back then was for my body.

Perhaps everyone thought so. In this era of despair, the most valuable things that could be traded were not food, not hygiene, or even not weapons or drugs. Instead, it was tobacco, alcohol, and drugs! Maybe these things can make people forget about those scary things for a while. I have seen people getting drunk on themselves many times and then shouting about jumping out to challenge Zombie for a fight. Of course, in the end, their fate is to be bitten by Zombie and become a Zombie as well. Maybe alcohol can give people the courage to face Zombie directly, or the courage to let oneself die … Too many people had lost the courage to live.

When the Zombie first erupted, about a third of the deaths were not from the Zombie s, nor were they from hunger, but rather they ended their own lives. But even so, the Zombie did not let them off, and these corpses, as long as their heads were not injured, would resurrect within a few days after their deaths, becoming Zombie s that they did not want to face the most.

”Have you heard? They said that there are armies resisting the Qianshan Lake … ” San Mao looked outside, and said faintly.

”Mm …” I muttered.

”And on the sea, I heard that it's safe to have a few isle s on the East Sea, so many people are heading there now. I heard that the army plans to clear out Hainan Island as a base for their counterattack. There are also a few oil rigs, which are safe and have fuel …”

”Ugh …” I let out a breath absent-mindedly.

”Don't you want to go out?” San Mao was silent for a while, then said: ”I won't be able to stay here for the rest of my life, I'll have to leave eventually …”

”But how? We can't even walk a few miles out of here... ” I smoked the cigarette until it was just a filter, until I smelled a sickly burnt smell, then threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

San Mao sighed, then turned his face back to the door.