The troops left, and I became even more useless.

Every day, I lie flat and don't eat anything.

But I found that the little zombie has become more powerful recently.

He speaks much more fluently than before.

His complexion is different from mine, no longer grayish-white.

His skin is closer to that of a human.

And the other zombies are becoming more and more wary of him.

Wherever he is, the other zombies dare not act recklessly.

They hang their heads, like puppets.

I always feel strange in my heart.

Those zombies are afraid of his existence, and he follows me like an inseparable tail every day.

I try to drive him away, but he doesn't leave.

Instead, he looks at me pitifully and asks, "Sister, don't you love me anymore?"

What a joke, how could a zombie understand love?

I immediately played him a song-

"If I Were a DJ, Would You Love Me?"

After careful consideration, I decided to let the little zombie continue to stay by my side.

Mainly because the end of the world has been here for a while.

The whole city is without electricity, and the nights are like hell.

I'm scared.

Having the little zombie around might make it a bit better.

"Little zombie, what's your name?"

I had a sudden whim and asked.

The little zombie shook his head, his gaze vacant.

Oh, most zombies have lost their memories of when they were alive.

Naturally, they wouldn't remember their names either.

I sighed and suddenly caught sight of a newspaper lying on the table when I was rummaging through things in other neighbors' houses.

I stared at the newspaper intently.

The little zombie looked at me with confusion.

And I walked straight to the newspaper, picked it up, and compared the picture on the newspaper with the little zombie for a long time.

Then I sighed.

I think I know the little zombie's name now.

Chu Linxuan.

A well-known entrepreneur in City A.

He went from rags to riches in just two years.

He had barely established himself in City A for less than a year when the apocalypse arrived.

He had it much worse than me.

The two most fearful things in life are:

To die with money left unspent and to be alive with no money left.

One describes Chu Linxuan.

The other describes me.

I pointed to the three characters on the newspaper and taught the little zombie, "This is your name—Chu Linxuan, got it?"

Chu Linxuan only glanced at it and nodded, then his ash-green eyes twinkled like stars as he looked at me and said, "What's sister's name?"

I sighed, "Zhao Yun."

Chu Linxuan repeated my name several times.

His rosy lips curved into a smile towards me.

His tone was extremely serious, as if he were making a vow, "I will remember sister's name!"

But as for his own name, it seemed like he really didn't care.

I didn't bother thinking too much about it.

After all, what good could it bring if a zombie remembers my name?

Later, I found out that indeed, nothing good came out of it.

It's just that I could die in front of people even though I'm already dead.