Chapter3

In the end, Charlotte took the baby away from Uncle Sam's clinic and brought it back to her own home.

All of this is real, it can't be a hallucination. The wound on the boy's abdomen has disappeared, and Uncle Sam can't help much.

To express her gratitude, she sent several boxes of canned food to Uncle Sam. A15 canned food is a high-priced item on the market. The beef and chicken inside are not frozen meat that has been sold for decades or even for more than a decade, like the canned food sold by Tianqi Company. A15 canned food uses fresh meat that is less than a year old, and it tastes great and is in short supply on the black market.

On the way back, Charlotte kept looking back to see if the boy had woken up. He slept like a little pig, so Charlotte carried him across her lap and upstairs to her home. He still slept soundly, showing no sign of waking up.

If it weren't for his even breathing and good complexion, Charlotte would have thought he was dead.

Although this boy looks tall and slim in proportion, he is actually very small when held, and is not heavy at all.

Charlotte climbed to the eighth floor in one breath and put him on her bed.

Her house is small and messy, with cartons, cans, and buckets of purified water stacked everywhere. There is only one small bed in the house, and only the area around the bed is tidy, with clothes hanging on iron poles or folded up, and bedding appearing to be washed frequently.

For a single woman living alone like her, this kind of house is already very good. After the Dark Ages, the status of women declined sharply, and women without fighting ability were forced to become vassals of men, using their beauty or body to gain protection from men.

Of course, it has been many years since the start of the Dark Ages. Since the discovery of the mercury bullet, everything has been improving, and the situation is constantly developing in a direction beneficial to humanity.

But for Charlotte, everything around her is still very dangerous. Beautiful girls in the end of the world are like tempting prey, attracting the strongest men to conquer her.

Fortunately, she had a good father and some good inheritance, which allowed her to protect herself in Moon City.

She looked at the boy on the bed and once again pulled open the hem of his clothes to examine his abdomen. It was smooth and flawless, like an egg once it was tender and smooth. She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good.

I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks.

But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact.

Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie?

She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

It's impossible. The eyes of the zombies are blood red, and their skin will quickly become old, dry, or decayed. The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people!

The boy's hair is very long, and it is obvious that it has not been cut for a long time. She pulls back the boy's hair and finds that his face is very beautiful and handsome, with a thin nose, thin lips, and somewhat thick eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, he exudes a strong sense of heroism. From this perspective, the proportions of his facial features are very perfect and superior.

Charlotte recalled his beautiful eyes like stars. With this foundation and this trend, she felt that this boy would definitely become a human demon who would be a scourge on little girls when he grew up.

Except that his face was very dirty, especially his hair, which looked like a chicken coop. I don't know how long he hadn't washed it. From a distance, he looked like a common beggar on the street. Also, his body and clothes were covered with bloodstains, which became dark red, further confirming the fact that the boy's being shot was not a hallucination.

She hesitated for a while, but in the end she decided to give the baby a bath. She carried the baby into the bathtub, took a brush, and sat back on the small stool, starting to scrub.

Charlotte felt that he hadn't taken a bath for at least half a year, and the water in the bathtub was almost dyed black. She filled the water and replaced it with a new one. Upholding the spirit of not missing any corner, she worked hard for most of the day, and finally brushed out a white, tender, and clean boy.

However, she noticed a black string of words on the little boy's neck, which did not look like a tattoo and could not be washed away. She didn't know how it got there.

She tilted her head and read out:

"Malone-0731."

She wondered, what does this mean? Is Malone a surname? What does the series of numbers after it mean? Is it his birthday?