Adoption

Bang! A loud sound, brains exploding, stench blowing. The zombies collapsed backward like a pile of instantly disabled machines.

She hit the brain of the zombie.

She was breathing heavily, feeling relieved to have survived the ordeal.

It was too dangerous to stay outside the high walls of the safe zone for long. The zombies could appear at any time, and the three of them almost killed her. She ran out of bullets and had to drive back to Moon immediately.

At this moment, she could not help but think of Malone, the little mute. Even with her abilities, she felt unable to survive here. The little mute was so small and knew nothing but sitting by the window and daydreaming. Leaving him alone here, with these terrifying creatures, how could he possibly survive?

The remains of the zombies lying on the ground were deeply imprinted in Charlotte's mind, and she found that she couldn't do it, couldn't really be willing to leave the little mute behind in this place where zombies were rampant.

She has killed many people, and they are all bad people. If she didn't kill them, they would kill Charlotte. She had to do it. But Malone is different. He is still a child and has never done anything wrong. If she keeps him with her, it is like killing her directly. She cannot accept this fact, and she will be unable to sleep at night because of guilt.

She put away the Glock and trotted to Malone's house.

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When she opened the door, a hint of surprise flashed across Malone's usually expressionless face.

Charlotte came in and sat down on the sofa.

"Little mentally disabled...ah, no, little mute, listen carefully," Charlotte said while breathing heavily. "Since you have no parents or relatives and live alone here, why don't you follow me and come home with me? It's not safe here, and at least there are no zombies in Iyu.

She hastened to explain, "It's not that I like you and want to keep you. Since you were caught by me and I took four bullets, even though you're fine, I still can't just stand by and do nothing. My family is poor and I have to save money. Life with me may be a bit rough in the future, but I can tell you in advance about this."

She looked at Malone and said, "That's all. Now pack your things and come with me. " She looked around and said, "Actually, there's not much good stuff. Next time I'll move the sofa, today you can just take the cans away. By the way, bring your clothes too.

Unexpectedly, Malone did not move, but slowly shook his head.

What do you mean by shaking your head? Don't you want to go with me?

Malone looked at her and nodded.

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Charlotte almost lost her breath. She had just managed to convince herself to take him back with her, and she was almost moved to tears by her own kindness. But to her surprise, the mute boy didn't appreciate her kindness and didn't want to go with her!

This is not up to you!

She stroked her chest and said, "I'm an adult. I'm the final say. I'll let you go with me. I won't eat you, but the zombie club." She pointed to the zombie blood on her clothes and said, "You know zombies. There are zombies everywhere. You can't stay here."

She added, "I really don't know how you can live like this."

She looked up and noticed that Malone did not respond, showing no gratitude or making any movement. This made her feel embarrassed, so she simply stood up and said, "If you won't tidy up, I will do it for you.

She opened the cupboard beside his bed and intended to put away his clothes, only to find that the clothes in the cupboard were neatly folded and placed in different categories. Although the quantity was not large, it was very organized. Moreover, she also saw that the cans and large bottles of drinking water stored under the mini bar were also neatly folded, showing that their owner had a very strict and fastidious attitude towards life. It was hard to believe that this was really the handiwork of a twelve-year-old boy.

Charlotte suddenly remembered her messy room and felt ashamed. She was even worse than a twelve-year-old child. She wondered if the mute boy was secretly laughing at her when he saw her room.

But on second thought, she felt wrong again. When she saw the little mute, he was as dirty as a mud doll, so how could he clean up his home but not himself?

Maybe someone really sent it to him, but she didn't want to admit it.

Charlotte was too tired to think about it. She threw his clothes and cans into a knitting bag, took the pistol she had left on the table, and picked up the knitting bag. She looked at Malone and said, "Let's go?"

She thought that Malone would struggle a bit more, but to her surprise, he just pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then quietly jumped down from the bay window and stood obediently behind Charlotte.

Charlotte was surprised: "He's quite obedient."

The two of them went downstairs together, bringing the mute with them. Charlotte didn't get lost again and found the car easily. The two of them got in the car together, and Maloneconsciously sat in the front passenger seat and carefully fastened his seat belt.

Don't you feel it's tight? No need to tie it. No one checks it anymore.

Malone still tied it, without paying attention to her.

Charlotte shrugged. "Well, as long as you're happy.

As she was about to start, she noticed a strong smell of gasoline in the car, which was quite abnormal. She got out to check and found that her gas cap was open, either because she had forgotten to close it or something had opened it. The seal ring of the fuel pump had been bitten by the zombie, and the fuel hose had been chewed up.

The first and second generation zombies really like gasoline and diesel, and the army often uses this as bait to burn large numbers of deceived zombies. It seems that in addition to the three fourth generation zombies, her car has also been visited by other zombies.

However, the oil spill is not too serious, and it is not a problem to drive back to Iraq. The only problem is that she will have to spend a lot of money to repair the car when she returns.

She sat heavily in the car and drove slowly in the direction of Moon.