The end of the world begins with escape

After Xie Ning finished dealing with the pair of zombies, she turned around and saw Song Kexin staring at the back seat, tightly holding the long-handled kitchen knife in her hand, her body trembling slightly.

Xie Ning felt relieved and walked over to take a look, "What good are you waiting for?"

Song Kexin's palms holding the kitchen knife were covered in sweat, "Sister."

She stuttered and said, "Yes, he is a child."

"You're wrong." Xie Ning's voice was very cold, "It's not a child, it's a little zombie."

In the back seat of the car, the girl with two braided braids had her back turned to the two sisters, but now she slowly turned around.

Song Kexin saw at a glance that half of the little girl's face was covered in blood and flesh.

She stared at the two of them with her gray eyes, and moved unsteadily under the car at an extremely slow speed, making "ho ho" sounds from her mouth.

There was no focus in her sight, she just followed the smell instinctively and subconsciously walked in the direction of Xie Ning and Song Kexin.

Song Kexin held the knife and stepped back step by step, unable to explain how she felt in her heart.

"Song Kexin, do you want to live?"

Song Kexin nodded fiercely.

"If you want to live, you must overcome psychological barriers. What you see in front of you now is not a human being, but a corpse that is about to decay."

"In the future, you will encounter zombie groups that are smaller and more pitiful than this. Some of them may only be able to crawl."

"Are you going to put your neck up to let others bite you just because you feel pity for them?"

Song Kexin shook her head silently with tears in her eyes, her hand holding the long-handled kitchen knife couldn't help but twist and tighten.

"The world has fallen into hell. As you walk in the boundless hell, you must learn the skills of independent survival. No one can stay by your side and protect you forever. Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful."

"Kill her, Song Kexin! Aim for her head!"

As soon as Xie Ning finished speaking, Song Kexin turned her face away and struck the head of the roaring little zombie with a kitchen knife.

Dark red blood spurted out, and Song Kexin could hardly hold the kitchen knife in her hand. She felt that her palms were all slippery, and her arms became weak and weak.

The little zombie standing very close had a huge grin on its face, roaring and howling, shaking its body back and forth under the kitchen knife.

Xie Ning stared nervously at Song Kexin and the little zombie, resisting the urge to step forward to help, and continued in a cold voice, "Song Kexin, you can clearly see what kind of monster is in front of you. How can a normal person grin to such an extent? Cut her, keep cutting, don’t hesitate.”

Song Kexin pursed her lips tightly, pulled out the kitchen knife and chopped it again, sobbing while doing so, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Bang." The little zombie fell to the ground on its back.

Song Kexin's hands were shaking so much that the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "clack".

Xie Ning walked forward quickly, put one hand around her neck, and patted her back with the other hand, "You did a good job, you didn't feel sorry for anyone, you are very good."

"We may encounter more powerful monsters in the future. If we don't improve ourselves, we will eventually die."

"Sister may die, be injured, or be disabled in the future, and she may not be able to stay with you forever. So you must also have the ability to protect yourself, do you understand?"

Song Kexin felt as if there was a big stone in her heart. She hugged Xie Ning's slender neck with her backhand, burying herself in her messy hair and sobbing, "Nonsense, you won't die, you won't be injured, you won't be disabled, you will always be fine, sister. .”