After seeing his movements, Chang Yiting gritted his teeth and said:

"Stay wind, come up."

"We have tried our best."

Even if they took Yan Sheng's body back, they didn't know where to put it.

It would be better to let him rest here.

Moreover, they had been in such a cold blizzard for so long that they could not withstand their physical and mental health.

A tangled expression appeared on Shunfeng's face and dug it for another two minutes.

Chang Yiting and the two of them kept persuading each other.

After digging his hand a few more times, his fingers were already numb from the cold.

After a while.

He stood up and looked at Yan Sheng with grief.

He whispered: "Asheng, I'm sorry."

Yan Sheng is only twenty-three years old, and he is the younger in their team.

I am positive and optimistic on weekdays and have a good attitude towards the end of the world.

When I think of Yan Sheng’s former smile, I feel a little heart-wrenching and painful when I feel good.

He tied the rope, and Biaozi and Chang Yichang drove out their strength, and then pulled him up.

Chang Yichang looked at Yan Sheng's body below and said with depression and grief:

"Although we haven't seen zombies climbing the wall now, just in case, we should push the snow down and protect his body."

"When the weather gets hotter and spring is blooming, let's find another place to dig it out and bury it."

"Okay." Shunfeng nodded heavily.

Then the three of them used snowboards to push the snow on it.

I watched Yan Sheng’s head be covered with his own eyes.

Shunfeng took the frozen mushrooms that Yan Sheng picked before his death and felt extremely depressed.

He called Yan Sheng out, but he could not bring Yan Sheng back.

I remembered that before Yan Sheng's brother died, he asked himself to take good care of Yan Sheng.

He felt even more guilty.

"Let's go, the snow is so heavy, we don't have to fill the pit, and we can't hold on anymore." Chang Yichang said to Shunfeng.

Shunfeng did not answer, silently carrying the frozen mushrooms picked by Yan Sheng, and lowered his head to walk out of the woods.

The dead are irreversible.

Those who survive still have to carry the burden.

The Blizzard is unknown how long it will take, and they may face a crisis of lack of food later.

But their bottom line is that they must not eat humans, and even if they starve to death, this bottom line cannot change.

The three of them dragged their tired bodies back into the whistle.

When Zhao Dongbao saw that only the three of them came back, he already knew the answer.

But Nanshan still didn't give up and ran forward and asked excitedly:

"Brother, have you seen Yan Sheng?"

His voice was trembling, and his tone was full of expectations.

Chang Yiqian nodded and said sadly:

"He fell into the snow pit and was buried in the snow. When we arrived, it was too late, he..."

Chang Yichang finally didn't tell his death.

But everyone already understood.

Nanshan sat on the ground.

Covering his face in pain.

In this team, he and Yan Sheng have the best relationship. They are about the same age, and they are the two of them are the most noisy in their team.

Now Yan Sheng is gone...

No one will play with him from now on.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo-

There was someone sobbing in the whistle.

Some people also lowered their heads and said nothing.

On the side of the wall of the whistle tower, there were neat bags of frozen mushrooms, a pile of chopped firewood, and more than a dozen dead trees.

I was supposed to be happy to have harvested so many frozen mushrooms.

But they paid the price of their lives.

This is the end of the world.

If you are not careful, you may die.

The threats they face are not only zombies, but also various natural and man-made disasters.

Sometimes, encountering natural disasters and zombies is not the most terrifying thing.

Meeting cannibals is the most terrifying thing.

In the end of the world, some humans were extremely hungry and began to feed on humans. They were cruel and fierce. Once they were caught, death was the most luxurious thing.

Those cannibals, in order to be able to eat more days.

I will choose which part to eat today, which part to eat tomorrow, and even bandage it to others just to be able to eat for a few more days.

"Tongbao, close the door."

Chang Yiting took a deep breath and continued to explain to Dongbao:

"From tomorrow, I will open the door once a day to clear out the snow outside the door, so it will be easier for us to go out later."

"good."

Dongbao lowered his head and walked towards the gate of the mattress.

Kakka--

Ice condensed at the bottom of the whistle gate, rubbing against the iron ground, making an unpleasant and harsh sound.

Dong--

The gate of the whistle tower was closed, and there was a jingling sound of chains.

One hour later.

It was dark outside.

The stove was burning in the room, and everyone was holding delicious venison, mushroom, corn tortilla soup.

They are hungry, but have no appetite.

Just as one person died, the rest of them still have to survive.

They lowered their heads and ate all the food little by little.

During this period, everyone said nothing.

Although they have experienced this kind of thing many times, every time it is sad.

Perhaps death can be used to it.

But they couldn't get used to the death of the people around them.

Everyone's death is a pain.

night.

Outside the window.

It was still snowing.

Chang Yitian opened his notepad, which was filled with people's names.

Most people have a horizontal line drawn in the middle of their names.

This means that the owner of this name is dead.

He found Yan Sheng's name and gently stroked his name with a pencil.

Looking at the familiar names that were crossed out in the notepad, I often tasted complicated eyes and closed my eyes gently.
To be continued...