Chapter 100: Apocalyptic Zombies (5)

"What's the matter with you? Follow me for what?

She held a hand on the railing of the folded ladder and looked glumly at the small zombies following behind her.

Just said to let him stay here obedient, the teenager did not show opposition to the emotion, but she got up, this guy followed her, obviously did not intend to stay in the RV.

When asked at this time, he only raised the gray pupils silently, as if the eyes of no god, but I don't know why, Jessica clearly saw a trace of stubbornness.

"..."

Little fool.

Jessica looked back inside the trailer and pondered.

Forget it. Leave a little zombie in the room, you might come back and find the house gone, just ruins.

"Then come with me." She stood at the door of the folding stairs and beckoned to the little zombie.

The little zombie obviously got the meaning of her waving, without saying a word, walked over with long legs, black pants under the ankle bone beautiful white, standing behind her and did not move, obediently bow down, like a child facing her mother.

"..." Jessica has mixed feelings, too.

She held the young man's hand, and the two of them went down the escalator. Jessica collected the folded stairs, took the little zombie to the front, sat in the driver's seat, patted the position beside her, raised her eyebrows, "Come, the old driver will take you."

The little zombie doesn't get her funny point.

Without expression on his face, he looked up at the cab, reached out a hand to grab the railing, and then jumped up lightly. The movement was beautiful, but the speed and lightness of the moment made Jessica frown.

He's very good at it.

As a zombie is physically strong, he is not a low zombie, freedom of action control, with all aspects of the body function, should be equal to an upgrade.

In short, at this time, the small zombie, the combat effectiveness of the fuzzy estimate, should also be equal to a combat robot, or even more powerful.

But -- why didn't he fight back before?

Jessica stepped on the gas, thoughtfully

Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed.

He could have resisted, even killed her with one move... Of course, it won't kill her, but it will take her down in one move.

If it was just a normal attack, it would be fine, but the point is, she was holding a knife to his neck.

Why don't you fight?

She thought for a moment, then casually turned her face and asked, "Why didn't you resist when we just met?" Don't you know I'm dangerous with a knife?"

She turned the wheel and looked at the little zombie sitting next to her.

He sat quietly, still gravely silent, his long fingers resting on the knees of his long legs, his motionless grey pupils staring straight into the distance beyond the window, unblinking.

Jessica amusingly reached out and poked his waist, and the little zombie who was poked turned around blankly and stared at her quietly with calm eyes.

"I asked you why you didn't fight me when you saw me. I had a knife."

Jessica took her hand back and asked again.

The young man looked at her silently for a moment, blinked his gray eyes, thought about it, and tilted his head slightly.

He held his neck with two slender fingers, as if he had been strangled to death.