“Huh? There are female team members alive in your team too?” a person suddenly asked in surprise.
“What?” the man who spoke earlier looked up at the person with a puzzled expression.
“No, I’m just a bit curious. Many teams that entered the city before also encountered similar situations, and it seems that there are always a few female team members among those who manage to escape.”
The person scratched his head awkwardly and smiled. He was just speaking casually. After all, even though women may not have the same strength as men, there are still quite a few women with abilities in the post-apocalyptic world. Recently, many teams have faced danger, but a significant portion of the survivors are female team members.
“Could it be that zombies don’t like eating women?”
“Yes, yes! I’ve seen it before. There was a team left with only two women, and when they came back, they said those zombies killed their teammates but didn’t bother them!!”
“Maybe… they really don’t like eating women?”
“Yeah, maybe they prefer something more challenging? They find women’s flesh too soft??”
The crowd discussed with a mixture of fear and a hint of indescribable excitement on their faces.
The news quickly spread throughout the base. Some people even suggested that they should send women out to collect supplies from now on! They argued that while men would bravely face the zombies during the encounters, they would end up getting eaten, while the zombies spared the women and let them come back. It was unfair!
The rumors circulated privately, and people said all sorts of things. Some made cold remarks, while others protected their own wives, daughters, and mothers. In the early days of the apocalypse, zombies bit both men and women indiscriminately, and it was evident that there were a considerable number of women among the roaming zombie hordes outside.
Later on, a team, led by several frequently active female team members, formed a small group. Of course, there were a few male members accompanying them. They drove off to a nearby town to collect supplies, while also testing the rumors.
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Usually, rumors from the lower levels of the base wouldn’t reach the upper levels. After all, the zombies outside had become increasingly aggressive recently, and both civilian and military teams had adopted a more cautious approach, rarely sending out small groups for major operations.
However, communication between bases still existed, although satellite signals had become unreliable. Satellite phones were nearly impossible to connect, so they had to rely on radios for the time being.
Considering the continued instability outside, the possibility of encountering new mutated creatures or stronger zombies, the bases decided to promote agriculture within their own territories if they couldn’t regain control of the surrounding farmland. In other words, besides the military-controlled areas within the larger bases, they encouraged ordinary civilians to grow potatoes!
The stricter bases with limited land area adopted a system of distributing potato sprouts uniformly and then collecting and redistributing the harvest. Larger bases, like Base 7 near City T, not only promoted internal cultivation within the military-controlled areas but also expanded their territory to cultivate more land. While they actively promoted agriculture, ordinary civilians could still choose whether or not to cultivate potatoes in their living areas.
After all, not everyone had ample living space. Many people lived in crowded dormitories with hardly any personal space. How could they cultivate crops under such circumstances?
Fortunately, potatoes had changed significantly since the mutation. They grew faster, were less reliant on fertile soil, and most importantly, they could be cultivated without direct sunlight. Even if grown under scattered light, the potatoes might be smaller and slower to grow, but it was still better than not being able to grow anything in dark places without direct sunlight.
Around the same time, not only official bases but also various small and large grassroots organizations and individuals who discovered the miraculous existence of potatoes embarked on their own cultivation endeavors as spring blossomed.
Carrying a bulging backpack, Wei Xuan walked with his boyfriend, a zombie with a similarly bulging backpack. Behind them were two zombie teammates dressed in a similar manner, followed by a group of smaller zombie minions carrying smaller backpacks.
After a day of scavenging and collecting supplies, Wei Xuan’s zombie supply search team had finally adapted to walking on the rugged roads filled with obstacles. Although they occasionally encountered minor issues on their journey back home, it was much smoother compared to their initial departure.
On their way back, the group almost emptied out a couple of sports stores, in addition to acquiring a substantial amount of inconspicuous clothing from a women’s clothing store and a store specializing in elderly fashion, along with a heap of shoes.
Truth be told, Wei Xuan didn’t really want to dress his zombies in these new clothes. Just imagine, in a post-apocalyptic world, if an entire community of zombies were seen wearing brand new clothes, it would definitely raise suspicions, right?
So, when selecting the clothes from those stores, he mostly went for inconspicuous colors like black and brown. After all, even if the clothes were new, a simple rain shower would ruin them on these zombies’ bodies.
Speaking of which, although Wei Xuan took care of his and Du Hang’s personal hygiene every day, he only cleaned up Du Hang’s father’s hands and face every ten days or so, and he didn’t bother with the personal hygiene of the affectionate zombie couple who spent their days cooped up at home. Otherwise, people would wonder why these zombies were so clean. It was better not to draw unnecessary attention and potential questions about their unique crystal nuclei in their heads.
With various random thoughts swirling in his mind, Wei Xuan led the team back to their residential compound.
As per usual, after unloading everything into a room, Wei Xuan untied the ropes and let the zombies go about their own business.
Unlike the aimlessly wandering zombies, the zombie couple held hands, shoulders touching, heads leaning against each other, appearing like a couple in love returning home after a late date. They walked in the correct direction towards their home.
Wei Xuan watched as the zombies settled into their respective places and observed the departing figures of the couple. Only then did he rub his slightly dazzled eyes and turn back to walk into the building. “Let’s go home!”
It had been quite exhausting taking care of this group during these past few days, especially that particular pair who seemed to emit a peculiar atmosphere. Wei Xuan needed to take Du Hang home to heal his wounded soul and give his own eyes a break from being dazzled. He needed the energy to focus on his work.
Upon entering their home and reaching the bedroom door, Du Hang, who hadn’t changed his clothes yet, emitted a joyful “I want a hug” signal to Wei Xuan, directing his intentions explicitly towards the shared large bed.
And so, lying on the bed, leaning against someone’s chest, Wei Xuan began to reflect on himself. Was he raising Du Hang in a peculiar way? If someday he regained normal thoughts and behavior, what would he become exactly?
Would he become someone with hypersomnia, refusing to leave the bed for twenty-four hours a day? Or would he turn into a new generation of conjoined twins who sewed their own lips together?
Thinking about this, Wei Xuan couldn’t help but shudder. No, he couldn’t let his imagination run wild; otherwise, who knows to what extent his mind would wander?
Taking a nap while it was still dark outside, Wei Xuan woke up refreshed and took Du Hang downstairs, full of energy, along with a pile of clothes.
As usual, he took charge of capturing the zombies, while Du Hang handled their personal clothing issues. Wei Xuan strolled around their residential compound, checking everyone’s attire. If he encountered zombies whose clothes were nearly as tattered as if they had been torn apart, he had Du Hang capture them, and he would take care of providing them with new clothes or a pair of shoes.
Although he knew these clothes would likely deteriorate within two years under the harsh conditions of the post-apocalyptic world, Wei Xuan couldn’t bear to neglect his minions.
As long as he still retained human memories, human values, and the ability to collect resources in Zhejiang Province, he couldn’t let his comrades appear too non-human. At the very least, he wanted to ensure they could protect their vital areas.
Dealing with the zombies’ clothing was physically demanding, and it became even more troublesome when it came to changing the clothes of zombies whose legs hadn’t fully grown yet.
Wei Xuan was afraid that putting pants on them prematurely would hinder their leg growth, so he decided to only dress them in sports tops for now, with the pants placed on their laps for cover.
This way, it was much easier compared to a complete change of clothes.
After finishing this round, Wei Xuan pulled Du Hang away to attend to other tasks, planning to come back and check on the situation the next day.
So, the following day, when Wei Xuan arrived in broad daylight to inspect the room, she stood at the entrance in astonishment, staring at the three zombies in the room whose legs had fully grown, specifically, their thighs.
“They… they actually put on pants?!” Although not all the zombies whose legs had grown were wearing pants, three of them already had them on!!!
Raising toddlers!! Good job!!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!
His zombies are smart! ❄️❄️
Zombies: We also care about our dignity!!!
Zombies: We have pants!
Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️❄️👖🩳👖👖🩳
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Thanks for the update!
Who knows how this book really would be about raising zombies, not plants
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Thanks for the chapter! Our zombies are cute & smart!
Applause for the small achievement of the zombie group in its evolution ~~~ 👏 👏 👏 🎉
Finally managed to catch up. Thank you for the chapter.
I hesitated at first on reading this story cause i thought it’s juts the typical apocalypse plot but damn, I’m all wrong, this is so enjoyable and immersive. Love it 💕
This book’s alternative title: How to raising zombies in Apocalypse