The Tenth Year of the End of the World"

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　In the past two years, my hair has been kept below my ears. Because I don’t have any hand tools, I dare not hold the two hatchets that I usually use to chop zombies and mutated animals and plants. Shaving your head, if you don't do it right, you might cut off a piece of your own head. 　　There was a mirror in the house. When I passed by, I looked at it and found that my hair had grown longer again. I’ve had the habit of not growing my hair long since the end of the world, and I’ve shaved my head several times. Except in the winter when it’s a bit cold, it’s very convenient at other times. At least it won’t tangle with those greasy hair that’s not washed. Women who have lice are equally distressed. 　　A few years ago, when I was busy escaping, I probably wouldn’t have thought about my teeth. But now, there aren’t many people alive. I live here alone, and there’s not much I can do. If you are young, you will inevitably start to care about these little things. 　　There are only a few sparse bristles left in this toothbrush’s original dense bristles, but I still use it because the toothbrush I found before has been used up. If I throw this one away, I will probably Just rinse your mouth instead of brushing your teeth. I ran out of toothpaste a long time ago and couldn't find a replacement, so I could only brush it a few times to keep it as clean as possible. 　　Shouldn’t this thing be coming out? I thought like this, then wrapped myself in my clothes, got up, took a cup and toothbrush, and squatted in front of the small ditch in front of the door to brush my teeth. 　　Then today, the thing that is usually quite quiet began to stir in my stomach frequently. 　　I wondered if I was hallucinating, but two months later, I felt the thing moving in my stomach again. When I felt the beating for the first time, I was startled, and then I started thinking about what kind of monster was in my belly. 　　After I held this idea for a month and a half, I began to occasionally feel that I heard another small heartbeat in my stomach. When a person lies there quietly at night, he can hear it very clearly. 　　As for mutated animals and plants that can be used as food, no one knows whether long-term consumption will cause any disease. In order to survive, I ate a lot of random mutated animals and plants. I was lucky enough to never be poisoned to death, but my luck may be coming to an end. 　　During the past three months, I felt that my belly was slowly getting bigger, and I kept wondering what the cause was. At first, I thought I was sick because I ate something I shouldn’t have eaten. . In this apocalyptic world that has completely turned into a wasteland, almost all the food produced during civilization has expired. Even if you can find surviving food, it has already spoiled. 　　I think I should be pregnant, but my reason tells me that it is impossible, because the last time I had intimate contact with a man was three years ago, and my belly was three months ago It suddenly grew bigger slowly, so from a time perspective, it was impossible for what was in my belly to be a child. In addition, the belly of a pregnant woman who is three months pregnant will not be as big as mine. 　　Since I woke up in the morning, I felt a dull pain in my stomach. Holding my bulging belly, I thought again about what was inside. 　　I haven’t seen a living person for almost half a year. 　　The tenth year of the end of the world, I don’t know the specific date, it depends on the season Look, probably early spring. ☆, 001== ================ Protagonist: Jiang Ling, Jiang Yang, Qingshan ┃ Supporting roles: ┃ Others: The end of the worldContent tag: The end of the world【It is not dark, and its purpose is not to expose the dark side of human nature. The article is adjusted, so there is no guarantee of anything other than no cheating or BE. 】【I’m not sure about updates. 】[A woman survives in the wasteland of the post-apocalyptic world, enter the first person with caution. 】The tenth year of the end of the world , I am not dead yet, but I gave birth to a little monster inexplicably. CopywritingAuthor: Fuhua
Book title: The tenth year of the end of the world

　　It is more convenient to use a hatchet to cut this position under the ear. I picked up the hatchet used to kill mutated animals and plants, made a gesture with my hair, and then turned my head to cut it.
　　The hatchet was a bit blunt, and it pulled my head and hurt, but it was nothing. I cut off a large piece of hair without changing my expression, and then cut off the right side as well, and took a photo afterward. Mirrors are no better than those chewed by dogs. My head feels a lot lighter. I don't care how ugly this hairstyle is. Anyway, it has been like this for the past few years and I have long been used to it.
　　I put down the hatchet, gathered my hair and put it away. Hair can be used to make things. It would be a pity to throw it away. I am going to try to use my hair to make some brushes.
　　The place I live in is an old house in the country, but the wall is very thick and the iron gate is very strong. I live here because of this. There are no zombies around, so it is relatively safe. There are a lot more mutated animals now.
　　When I walked from the main room to the kitchen, I saw a mutated mouse as big as a basketball crawling on the stove. It wanted to steal the food I put in the big pot, but it couldn't pry me away. The large piece of iron covering it.
　　I stood at the door, holding a hatchet in one hand, and quietly touching a basin beside the door with the other. Then suddenly he took a big step forward and waved a hatchet at the mouse. This guy was very cunning. I failed to catch it several times, but I was prepared this time. It escaped in panic under my hatchet. Then, he slipped past the basin I was covering and ran off the stove. I saw this opportunity and patted it on the edge of the stove.
　　There was a bang, and a large piece of steel plate fell from the roof and hit the mouse underneath. I didn't dare to relax at this time, so I rushed forward and pressed down on the steel plate, pressing down hard on the bulge of the mouse.
　　I felt the mouse underneath me struggling, its squeaking sound carrying obvious pain. I was not soft-hearted at all, and used the handle of the hatchet to hit the steel plate repeatedly until I felt that the mutated mouse was dead, and then I removed the steel plate. Situ Document Sharing and Online Reading
　　The mouse was indeed dead. I was already numb to the red and white liquid that was squeezed out. I carried the dead mouse into the basin and prepared to eat it. Cook again.
　　I was in a good mood after catching this rat that often stole my food. Such a fat rat would be a big meal if taken care of.
　　Lifting the iron sheet covering the pot, there were two sweet potatoes and two steamed buns in the pot. I grow sweet potatoes in my yard. I have grown them for the two years I have lived here. They are so good and have a large yield. There is still a bag in the cellar that I have not finished. I make the steamed buns myself, and I even grind the flour myself.
　　I checked and found that the food had not been bitten by anything. Then I closed the lid and sat in front of the stove to light the fire to heat up the food. There was a lot of firewood for the fire, and there was a mountain not far away. Just pull it and it would be enough to burn it. But after getting familiar with it, I ran to the mountain to chop firewood at first. I didn’t know what to do, and all I got was green leaves. Can't even burn.