Big Dog

TLN: Author switches between 1st and 3rd person

1st Person

I continued to live a simple life in this no longer noisy city. My life was; wake up, train, eat, continue training, eat, train again, eat, have a bit of leisure time and then sleep. Large amounts of training everyday has caused me to go through my food supplies quickly. Sometimes I even forget the reason for all this training. I just mindlessly and mechanically exercise. Without the internet and without keeping track of the days, I didn’t know what else to do other than train.

 

I coudn’t just sit idly because once I do that, I would start to think stupid thoughts and be trapped in that mindset all day long. Other than feeling tired like a dead dog, what else is there to do?

Everyday after training, taking the binoculars to the window to watch the zombies is one of my few forms of entertainment. Yesterday was 18th of Feb, which was my birthday. It was my first apocalyptic birthday. It was very ordinary and when I thought of it, it served only as reminder that I was one year older. I couldn’t really remember what life was like before the apocalypse. It felt like the life now was real and everything before was nothing but a dream, disappearing after he woke up.

Looking out at the zombies outside the window, I was extremely bored so I started giving the zombies names. The ordinary zombies were called “Cannon Fodder”, the power type zombies were called “t.i.tan”, D zombie for short, the agile zombies were called “Flash” and S zombie for short. Maybe I just have poor taste!

That S zombie that likes eating rats is still in front of the sewer, but it had become stronger. It looked more flexible… Looks like more rats have met their fate. This zombie seemed to be continuing to evolve; its height was still 1.4m, its arm length was longer, its palm was now at ankle level and 5 sharp points were on his claws like s.h.i.+ny black daggers. There wasn’t a single zombie within 15m of it. If a zombie accidentally entered its territory, it would make a low warning growl.

 

The way I see it, the S zombie and D zombies on the street all started to evolve after eating human flesh. If they continued to eat more flesh, then they will continue to evolve. S zombies will become S2 types and S3 types, or even higher to S4,S5 or S6 type. D zombies will also evolve similarly.

There was only less than 10% of the human kind left behind, so those zombies that cant get any human flesh will attack other creatures.

 

“6.3 billion or more zombies eating all the world’s creatures.”

Thinking about this made me laugh bitterly. A zombie could evolve to live under water. If this really happened, then all that would be left on Earth are the zombies and insects. I’m going to get these stupid ideas out of my head. I continued to observe the zombies. After looking for a while I felt bored and was getting ready to leave and start preparing dinner when I noticed the zombies started rus.h.i.+ng to the end of the street.

“Survivors???”

 

I quickly picked up my binoculars and looked over. The zombies were crowded together in the distance. It wasn’t a very good viewing angle. I felt anxious and I didn’t want to go to the roof, but I felt like I was missing something.

There was almost no more zombies downstairs as they were all crowded at the end of the street. From afar an S zombie could be seen in the middle of the crowd jumping up and down. A few D zombies from outside of the crowd pushed their way in, causing some zombies to fall, forming a few straight lines.  The fallen zombies on the straight lines were then tramples by the rest of the zombies.

 

Seeing this, I know that unless the survivors were using a tank, they won’t survive. The distant crowd of zombies that were pus.h.i.+ng and shoving were a mess! That unlucky soul must not just be a pile of bones!!!

“Suddenly..”

Two black figures shot out from the zombies. In the sight, he could see two huge Soviet Red dogs [TLN: They are actual dogs.苏联红犬]. One left and one right facing the surrounding zombies. One had a zombie arm dangling in its mouth, taking advantage of the time the zombies needed to climb after it to gnaw freely on the food. The other was outside the zombie crowd carefully pacing back and forth, looking to find prey.

 

I know that Shan Dong is where Soviet Red dogs are bred the most. S zombies ran to the front. The S zombie that liked to eat rats ran in front of the other zombies.

Making a “shoouu..” sound, one of the dogs were pounced on by the zombies in front of it. The zombies used their claws to severely grab onto the front legs of the dog. The dog didn’t care. It bit off the zombie’s arm and ran off with it. The other dog just finished eating. It rushed down to the zombie’s body and tore of a large chunk of meat before running off.

The two dogs were running and jumping between the zombies… Looking at it seemed silly.

“f.u.c.k… This year, dogs are better off than people!!!”

I lamented. In my opinion these dogs were also infected, but it didn’t turn into a zombie dog, but instead evolved into a really big dog. It was 1.6m tall and 2m long. If it had a head of a horse I would think it was a horse.

“These d.a.m.n zombies, these d.a.m.n dogs, this d.a.m.n apocalypse” I cursed under my voice. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I was almost killed by that d.a.m.n rainwater, which was even more terrible than the 10 greatest torture techniques of the Qing Dynasty. I’ve suffered and felt pain without gaining any benefits. I don’t know if I have immunity against the D virus. I don’t dare to go find a zombie to test it.

Feeling extreme bitterness, I used my tone deaf and broken voice to sing a song.

“你说我耍赖才让你离不开

每次都被欺侮小心我一定报复”

[TLN: This is an actual song, if you want to listen to it, here it is. Its an angsty song about a person that is basically toxic. If you really want it translated, I can do it but it’ll be literal and I doubt you’ll be able to sing to it >.>]

Feeling a little better I went downstairs. Outside the window, the two big dogs seemed to have finished their meal. They were no longer hunting and were just wandering around. The 200+ zombies from the street have been gathered together, surrounding these two dogs and forming a circle around them.

“hahahaha!!!” I laughed gloating, “You pushed your luck too far, where can you run this time?” If I couldn’t eat the grapes, then I hope the fool that does eat them gets poisoned! I thought while anxiously staring out the window. [TLN: the grapes saying is him saying if I can’t have a good thing, then no one can I believe]

The s.p.a.ce around the dogs was getting smaller. The zombies were closing in. I was upstairs getting increasingly happy.

“Ohwoooo!!” the slightly bigger dog howled. Its limb pressed against the ground, spewing white gas towards the zombie in front of it. After 2 seconds, the dozens of zombies that were hit by the white gas stopped moving. The two dogs then burst through the zombies that couldn’t move, heading out of sight.

Looking at the zombies that were knocked on the ground, I was just stupidly standing there, not moving. It was like my brain was turned to mush.

“Magic??? Sorcery???” It seemed like half a day pa.s.sed by before I said those words.