What form do you think the end of the world will come?

A video of the hospital bites and a small number of people hear it.

“Tomorrow, the city will be sealed at 8:00, and we will go as soon as we can, and we will hoard our goods to death. I’m sorry.

Fortunately, I made the last flight out of town.

As soon as the plane took off, I saw a man kneeling at the dead end of the apron tore something.

We looked at each other for a moment, and it was a rotten eye.

Chapter one: Alert.

I never thought a zombie would explode.

The first thing that started out wrong was that I added a video to the rental agency’s circle of friends.

A long cordon was drawn from the Yongguk hospital, which was next to the Tianjin subway station.

The video was turned on and he was heard with a strong north-east accent: “Good guy, the hospital’s gone, the police are here, the white is here.” I’m sorry.

I just commented on the subway: Is there a diagnosis?

One more, the circle of friends has been deleted.

Following the news from the agency.

He made a voice, I just put on my headphone, and the second message came.

“Hey, girl, I just got back to you. What’s with the circle? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know if it’s a diagnosis, there’s a SWAT, and it’s pretty scary. Your house will expire soon. I’m sorry.

I wrinkled and I didn’t think about the renewal.

It’s very well-structured, surrounded and cheap, but there’s a lot of people living in it, and I’m exhausted by the early 8s.

It’s just a real move, from looking for a house, moving a house to three in late.

When I hesitated, the middleman’s third voice came, and this time it was 59 seconds long, and I had a headache.

In the first half, he said that now, in July, college students had graduated and had hard rents.

The second half, it sounds a little wrong.

There’s no warning. There’s a loud sound.

The middleman’s “fuck” was like, “What’s that?” And the next thing I knew was the noise, and I couldn’t hear it until the last sound.

My earpiece didn’t go too far, but I was hurt by the last one.

I took off my headphones, squeezed from the pile to the subway window and looked in the direction of the hospital, but the subway was almost at the next stop, and I couldn’t see anything.

I’m a little worried when I send the broker a “think about it” and then I don’t get his message.

At the company, only half of the people are here today.

You’re all talking about yesterday’s four-word statement, as if no one knew anything about what might have been diagnosed in the vicinity of Tunnel.

The screams and the loudspeakers I heard this morning have left me in a state of discomfort.

I couldn’t bear to send a message to a colleague who lives in the Tianjin compound, and she almost returned for seconds: “Get out of B.” I’m sorry.

My heart is so tight, my heart’s sore, I’m too slow to type and I dialed the phone.

The phone went off and the airport was calling to board, and I didn’t speak, and she was clearly whispering, “Tomorrow at 8:00 a.m., if you can go, you can hoard things to death.” I’m sorry.

Right after that, the phone hung up.

Then she sent a video.

The video was taken at the hospital, and the camera went through the emergency section and went into the emergency room.

A man dressed in a sick uniform, under the pressure of four people, regained control for a second, when one of them had his arm torn off a large piece of meat and bled straight.

Thirty seconds later, the captured man twitched to the ground and the video can stop.

An incomprehensible panic as if several iron fists had struck me.

I wasn’t the type to trust online video.

But right now, I have an uncontrollable word in my brain.

I stood up and, in the surprised eyes of my colleagues, I kept my head down and said that something had happened at home.

The boss got scared and thought of something. Let me go home and give me a week off.

I called a car with a drip and called my dad in the workshop gap.

On the phone, I told him to drive back to Q City right now and I’ll be home today.

My dad works 400 km from Q City, H, but today’s Monday, his baby girl comes home, and my dad’s daughter, the slave, can get to the airport without saying anything.

But on the phone, he was confused about me coming home.

I really didn’t have time to tell him more when the drip truck was almost there.

Today’s two rings are blocked, and even the drivers are “hey.”

I looked back on the car a few times because of the video, and I felt particularly insecure.

But I also know it’s useless to be in a hurry, to breathe a few times, to shake hands and search for tickets to Q City.

The first flight, leaving the capital airport at 2:40 p.m., left one ticket at the price of 2,000, and I didn’t even blink to make a direct booking.

Then I called my mom.

Last October in Q City, our family bought a three-bedroom, two-backed new house because it was a new building, it was slow down and it was not finished until April this year.

There’s been an outbreak on my side since April, and I’m going back to quarantine for 14 days, and I’ve been waiting to see our new house.

My mom hasn’t spoken yet. I asked for the address of the new home, and then I asked her to leave now. I came home this afternoon.

My mother refused decisively on the phone. She was a very rational chemical worker, and she was hard to believe that I could disrupt her work without a reason.

However, when I told her that I was her daughter, I bought a whole bunch of food for her to eat tonight, and that the ribs were gone for half a day, and that the other food was easily lost, she called me a waste of money and took a leave of absence.

The phone was hung up, and the car finally got out of the red zone and moved to the Kyoto Highway.

There’s a lot of high-speed cars, almost at the peak of the night, and I don’t know if these people have heard anything, and I’m running out as fast as I am.

I turn on my phone’s delivery software, enter a new home address, and I’m going to order from the nearest supermarket.

Q City is a small 18-line city, with large supermarkets with only box horses, large moss and Wal-Mart.

These supermarkets are usually only 2 in the city and are distributed in different districts.

I wanted to put a bill directly on the software, so I realized there was no big supermarket around my house!

When I was in my head, I was hungry and I searched the supermarket, so I saw a very formal shop.

I don’t cook for the rest of the year, I’ve been eating for the take-out, and I don’t know which of my family’s usual screeches, and it’s only today that I’ve got a bad family that doesn’t know about the salt of rice.

As for meat, it was too expensive to buy it here, and the price of the store was too violent and the meat was not necessarily good, so it would be better to wait for home and parents to buy it at the wholesale market.

It cost me more than 2 w to pay for it, and I thought I’d make a quick payment to finalize a shipment.

Just got out of the car and the owner of the next supermarket called.

He hung up on me repeatedly after I made sure my next order was correct.

I’m looking at the address of the order: Golden Jade District, Building 12, Unit 1 B1, and I couldn’t stand to be smart.

I knew this order would attract the attention of the boss, so I deliberately avoided the 16th floor of Unit 3, which I live in, and would prefer to pull the material on my own and not bring this danger to the future.

I’m feeling a little relieved when I’ve ordered a full supply.

Although I do not know what we are facing, I am not relieved at all that I escaped from here this afternoon, but I am increasingly waiting for myself.

What happened to the bite number on the video?

A mega-cities with tens of millions of people. Traffic fort.

Why are the most important economic and cultural centres running away?

What’s wrong with the world?

I went home to my own rented master’s bedroom, and I dialed a video call from three people at home.

My dad’s a second. He’s even loaded his computer. Just wait for my call.

My mom didn’t answer until two or three times, she was washing in the kitchen and her hands were wet.

I saw the faces of both of them, and I couldn’t shake my voice.

I’ve never been a strong man, but the truth of that other man’s collapse almost crushed me.

I can’t talk. I’m afraid to finish. They make a joke.

“What’s going on, Big Bo?” What’s going on? I’m sorry.

My mom turned off the tap at once, and she opened her mouth for two or three seconds. I’m sorry.

I noded, knowing that it was not time that I made my voice when I tried to suppress the biological tremors.

“I don’t know what happened, but I know it’s serious. I’m sorry.

“Tomorrow, the city will be sealed at 8:00. I’m sorry.

“I’m really scared, Mom and Dad. You have to believe me. You really need to buy something that can last at least a year. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be afraid, Mom and Dad are the strongest behind you.” I’m sorry.

My mother tried so hard to act like she’s all right, but the lock of her eyebrow turned on her: “Who else can we trust if we don’t believe this?” I’m sorry.

She took a deep breath and took off her apron: “Doesn’t she hoard?” Don’t wait for me today. I’ll go shopping at the wholesale market, baby. I’m sorry.

My dad stood up and lit a cigarette: “Dad bought some supplies from H City. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

“I’ve come up with a single shipment, which I’m afraid to notice, and which is in the garage of the B1 level, which arrives at more than 8:00 p.m., so be careful not to hit anyone when we move upstairs.” I’m sorry.

My mom was going out with her car keys: “Okay, don’t worry. Have you forgotten how many hundred pounds of cabbage were hoarded in your home before winter? You put your heart in your stomach, Mom can’t let you get hurt. I’m sorry.

I noded my head, hung up the phone, tried to smooth out the physico-diversified arms and thighs and started to sort out the rentals.

I’m actually taking a little something from the rental house.

The boilers are all over the house, and there’s only two boxes of clothes, computers, my own drugs, and I don’t take them anymore.

Even though it was a 2:40, I left at 11:00.

It’s half an hour from the skyscraper to the airport, but today, as I see, I’ve seen the airport’s high speed ahead of time, and it’s all black and red, and I’ve been busy carrying two boxes to the subway station.

Chapter II. Escape

There were more people on the subway than usual, and I squeezed up with two boxes, and I almost threw up as soon as I got up.

I had a strong feeling that maybe more people knew about the city than I thought.

As it turns out, this steel dragon will no longer be able to squeeze on a man until it reaches the third stand, “Landwater” of Jonan.

The person in the car was physically attached to his body and his heels to his feet.

I tried to look down the bridge through the windows of the subway, and the cars on the road were stuck from one end to the other that I could not see. They were like fish on the board and could not go back.

My heart’s coming up.

At this point, every stop on the subway, my heart beats so strongly that it stops in the middle of nowhere.

When I got to North New Joe’s station, I ran with almost two boxes.

A huge crowd came out of the subway, and I quickly occupied three steps of the escalator.

And the rest of you fight me to take the far-off steps.

It’s just that there’s a lot of people who go up when they’re full, and those who can’t do it hesitate to come to me.

As soon as I bite my teeth, my arms go up and I lift two boxes.

By the time it reached the airport line, the subway had been dripping to show that it was closing.

One of my boxes was thrown into the subway, the second of which was thrown directly in place and ran at full speed, and finally, at the last minute of the closing, I was caught in a piece of clothing and washed into the subway.

The air conditioning on the airport line was far more high than the 5th line, and I was sweating when I came in.

I threw the case in my arm, so badly, the face went straight in.

I had a good brother handing me the box that threw me in, and I said thank you for the pain.

I looked down, and both hands were swollen with boxes, and dark red spread from the heart to the fingertips, and I grabbed the cold arm of the subway and used it to cool it down.

The airport line is silent and silent.

Quick banging on the screen spreads.

Everyone’s texting.

I’m also quick to brief the three members of my family and then click on Twitter.

I was just about to search the keywords for the latest news after three seconds of a screen ad, but I was concerned about automatically updating the subway official account that I was concerned about.

New Weibo was just updated a minute ago.

As part of high-speed traffic control, from July 18, 2022, 11:40 to the end of the bus, the capital airport line will be suspended…

The high-speed train gave me a sharp cry from the air pressure, and I lost my skin in the sound.

In the goosebumps, and in the throbbing nerves, I realized that this was the last train to the airport.

Next is the worse news.

I started searching for the key words “Closed City” and “The Sky Court” and the tweets were blown up.

This silverless approach here is always played out.

Then I hesitated for a second to enter the words I wanted to search for.

“The Dead.”

In the sound of the train arriving at the station, my number was blown up.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with my arms and grabbed the case and stood up and ran out of the car.

All of our passengers kept quiet, and the hand in the trunk was burning, and I didn’t have time to control it.

At this moment, my heart is shaken more than the pain, and my ears and ears are shaken by the disturbance of adrenaline.

The truth is too creepy.

Once in the airport, security checks began to be stringent.

In addition to the green code of health, 48 hours of negative proof, it is necessary for airport staff to take it and write down all the places they’ve been.

My eyes started to get hot because of sweat coming in and supervised my sister’s handing me a piece of paper, which I saw on her face in the middle of her arms under pressure.

My heart’s hanging up.

First, the company’s address, home address and public places recently visited were filled out in good faith.

Finally, my pen tip is back on my current address column.

Next minute, I’ll hand over the completed form.

My little sister went through my statements and looked at one of the suitcases I had in my hand and asked me a few questions and let me go.

It’s just that the rest of the people behind me have been banned from boarding for unknown reasons, and even the police and Big White have come to suppress the towing…

The next security check went well, even with a few queues.

On the seat at gate 43, I finally put half my heart down.

Because I got to the airport two hours early, and people are just a few.

I found a remote location to call my mother’s phone, and my dad should be driving now, so he can’t be distracted.

The phone went off for a while, and my mom answered.

The phone was full of noise, and she was saying something very fast, and she was about to hear “half fan” “hen” “frozen meat.”

She turned around and said, “Dabao, Mom’s busy, just booked 200 pounds of pork, 100 pounds of beef, 100 pounds of lamb, 4 chickens, and what else do you want? I’m sorry.

I was shocked by Ms. Zhao’s ability to act, and I had to remind her to buy more meat, and now she has to be told to buy solar generators, batteries, more refrigerators, and the rest of me to search 100 times, because of the rush of time and the constant high level of stress, and now my brain is detached.

I hung up on the phone.

I got two lists, and I finally got my mom’s response soon after I dumped the list to three.

Turned around the stiff neck, I looked out the window, the sky was blue, and today was a very good day for the city.

I hope everything goes well.

“The passengers travelling to Q City by Chinese International Airlines flight CA111 are advised that your flight will begin in 15 minutes. Please take your personal effects and board from gate 43. I’m sorry.

The group of scattered passengers began to line up, and I noticed that there were really few passengers on this flight.

I just don’t know if it’s because I haven’t heard from you, or because of sudden traffic control…

As soon as the plane took off, I saw a man kneeling at the dead end of the apron tore something.

He raised his head before he was completely invisible.

We looked at each other for a moment, and it was a rotten eye.

Chapter three. Fortress.

The plane is flying smoothly, but I’m in the stomach and I’m in the water.

The corpse’s rotting face kept replaying in my head as it took off.

I put down a small table in front of the seat, and I tried to control the urge to throw up.

“Hold on, it’ll get attention now. I’m sorry.

The two hours of torture are spent in this constant refuelling and warning.

One plane, breathe into the fresh air of Q City, and I finally got a little stingy stomach.

I didn’t think there was anything as bad as me. He was an old man who got off the plane and threw up on the tarmac.

I saw a rush away from him, after all, a crown, a pox and a cholera crisis.

I last looked at him before I entered the airline building, and several staff members and zealous passengers were surrounding him.

He’s like he’s not done yet. He’s got a bow like a letter. His voice is like a hole in the organ.

His condition does not look good.

Out of the airport, I saw my handsome dad.

And he came up and picked up the suitcases in my hand, and we all laughed as we should have been in danger.

I’m glad I’m around.

When I got in the car, I immediately noticed that the back seat was filled with hardware products that I didn’t know, and my sense of security was raised again.

There’s a family kid like a treasure.

My dad put my suitcase in the trunk and got in the car.

Dabao, we can’t go home yet. Let’s finish the shopping and leave tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but nod my head, and I thought it was a good idea.

The hope of survival tomorrow will be greatly enhanced by the year after we have had enough to buy all our goods and have three of us at home.

In the course of this year, we can exercise at home and be strong, waiting for help from above.

If I’m all by myself, I’d hate to have three arms and hold them under my wing if I thought my parents would be looking for material in the end.

Then my dad and I started the sweep.

I was shocked again by my dad’s purchasing power.

Some wires, chains, review locks, silences, etc., which I can’t even imagine, have been swept by us.

My father ordered the highest-strength blast-proof glass and doors before he left work in a renovated market.

The other side said it would take three days.

My dad just waved money and the boss smiled and said he could come with me now.

I didn’t put anything on the whole trip. Follow my dad’s back and push the car.

My dad was finally satisfied with seeing things piled up, driving his own SUV with the boss and the workers.

Because of the new building, it’s slow down and has a very low occupancy rate, there are now more than 10.

There are four main gates in the north-east and north-west of the district, because there’s no one to live in, except for the main gate on the north, the north is wide, and next to us is building 12, and it’s very convenient for the moving company to come in.

It took us half an hour to get all the stuff we bought. The workers worked hard, and the doors were changed.

I took the time to call my mom and see when she’ll be back.

She was cutting off the price of her clothes to the department store, and I made a phone call, and she said, “Well, I’ll go home. I can’t cut it off. I’ll go to the store tomorrow to see the clothes.” I’m sorry.

“Ahhh! “I’ve got you, take the price!” I’m sorry.

My mom smiles, and I’m here while she’s selling clothes, and I’m like, “Mom, the meat you bought today, the solar generators, when? I’m sorry.

My mom’s voice was down: “The wholesale market said to bring the meat directly to our fridge, which is a family. I’m sorry.

“The solar generator has arrived and I put it at the door of 1502. I know, the house hasn’t been renovated. No one can see it. I’m sorry.

“Otherly, I left it in the 20th floor stairwell, so high, no one goes up, and no one lives above 20. I’m sorry.

I hung up on the phone, first I went to the 15th floor and watched the solar generator, then I climbed up to the 20th floor with my cell phone, and I took the list I made to check the delivery.

Mineral water, rollers, self-heat pots, lime, buckets, rainwater collectors, alcohol and all that.

It’s just that there’s a lot of material, and from the 20-story stairs, it’s been all over the 24-story.

I’m still a little worried about things being put in the stairwell.

It’s okay for me to sit in the stairwell and wait until the workers are finished, and I’ll come downstairs and shout for my dad to move.

The hoarding process is good and the moving process is sour.

My dad and I moved a quarter, and my mom came back.

She’s got a bag in her hand. She can’t help me and my dad.

We moved to 9 o’clock, and we only moved half of our supplies, and that’s when the goods I ordered at the Internet commissary arrived.

The distribution guy put a piece of the brain at the door of one of the B1 floors, and when we put it together, the materials upstairs will be moved later, and the materials downstairs are in the way, and they’re getting attention.

So one person pushed a cart for a delivery, took the elevator down to B1 and started packing at Unit 1.

During this period, I was dazzled several times, but brought the shipment home and was satisfied.

In the end, we’re tired, one man has a chocolate bar and continues to fight.

By 11 p.m., my mother had ordered meat and refrigerators.

Our elevators are one and two, with a strong fire door in the middle.

I tried to get them next door to save my ass.

But my mom thinks it’s weird to send meat in the middle of the night, and our door and house are full of stuff and they can’t see it.

So, my mom left her eyes open and sent them across the street to the entrance to Unit 2 Building 10.

The delivery owner didn’t look any different.

My dad and my mom went from building 11, level B1, to building 10, unit 2, coming out of unit 2, taking the fridge home in a cart.

I didn’t have time for this, and I knew they’d have a few days’ rest on their backs, and one man brought the rest back from B1.

The family ended up at 2 a.m., bringing all the material on the list today.

Count it down, it’s less than six hours away from B.

It’s a terrible quiet neighborhood at night, and I’m not in the mood to sleep. I’m in the house because my stuff is messy and I’m nowhere to go.

I made three bowls of noodles in the kitchen while Mom and Dad were playing with the solar generators.

I haven’t been home for two years, but I’ve learned a lot from video teaching, even though I’m not cooking.

As they say, get in the dumplings and get off the front.

And We drew out the three-person lard, until the boiling of the grunts of the boiling water, so that the noodles were quickly spilled into it.

Then I took out three big bowls from the cupboard, a spoonful of pork oil, a small amount of onions, a spoonful of raw, a spoonful of perfume, a small amount of chicken and salt.

And when the noodles rolled up in the water, I picked up a spoon and put a bowl of soup in the boiling water and poured it in the sauce.

The steam is so full of fragrance that it enters my fragrance, and the groin is sour, that when the sauce in the bowl is mixed with the soup, I turn off the fire, make the noodles, and make a fragrance.

Three bowls of homemade sunflower.

I took three bowls to the tea table in the lobby, and my mom and dad were hungry at the time, putting down a solar generator in their hands, and three people sat on the floor, and they put a bowl of hot soup down.

My dad drank the soup, and Shutan had to sweat.

When a man sweats, the cold in his body comes out, and the spirit is full.

We’ve had a little rest, and we’re going to put it in the material.

The 5KW solar generators are close to being studied and the remaining large items: rainwater collectors and rainwater filters are temporarily unavailable.

Although in July, Q’s weather forecasts for the last few days show a cooling, little rain, and we decided to put the unserviceable on the balcony and then put it up.

Next, my mom made a work plan.

My mom and I are in charge of the food classification, my dad is in charge of the tool classification, and the rest is in no hurry.

It’s a good thing our house is new, except for one big bookcase, and the computer table is still open, saving a lot of room in the house.

Moreover, there was only one double bed for the second bedroom, which was supposed to be next month, and it didn’t take me 11 years to get home, and it didn’t seem to be working.

And that’s it, because there’s no need to put the furniture down, and we’re all done by 5:00 in the morning, and we’re overworked.

It’s just that there’s only 180 flats in the house, so there’s so much material, except for the rest of the rest of the rest of the room, where there’s barely a foothold, and the whole house is like a big warehouse.

It’s been more than two hours since City B closed, nobody sleeps, my dad drags, my mom starts sprouts with seeds, and I fed my mom four hens from the market last night.

Four hens were raised in a door-to-door balcony in the kitchen, with only chickens on the balcony, the rest of which was a soundproofing cotton pile, and an indescribable air cleaner.

After feeding the chickens, the door closes, the cocks can’t hear.

It’s already bright.

I had to get empty buckets and start the water, and then light the circle of friends.

I thought there was some tip-off at the point meeting, and it came down, and yesterday, we all had a quiet day.

Only a few of them have a circle of friends located abroad, sending out feelings that they cannot understand without a lover.

We’re eating my mom’s sandwich.

The sandwich was accompanied by a tomato, a fried egg and bacon.

Bite it down, the juice pops in my mouth and smells like I’m sleepy.

Bang! I’m sorry.

A bang.

I was in a fight and my eyelids were blown up.

And when my slow mind hasn’t reciprocated what happened, a faint scream goes on in the neighborhood.

“Aah-aah-aah! I’m sorry.

I don’t know if it’s a man or a woman who’s crying and screaming to get in my ear.

A small number of human-inhabited windows opened in the small area.

Some looked down on the balcony and others went straight to the curtains and went to sleep.

With an unconscious vomiting, sleeping neighbourhoods were finally awakened.

The sound of the chewing of bones, like the sound of magic, revolves around empty areas.

Someone shouted 120, someone threw a high-altitude throw at the monster downstairs.

I’m hiding behind the curtains, staring at the rotting thing that’s eating humans.

Not far away, dozens of zombies are running this way.

On the phone, the news is on the air: 24 cities across the country are closed.

This is City B time, July 19, 2022, 8:01 a.m.

Chapter IV

The corpses wandered downstairs screaming, and I kind of regretted having been up all night, and now I’m sleepy and tired.

The neighborhood hasn’t shut down the grid for a while, we bought 50 recharges, 10 in one night, and I replaced 10 new rechargings.

My mom turned on the computer and started downloading some classic movies and serials.

My father smoked three cigarettes in silence and brought some barbed wire and tiger pliers out of the study early in the morning, lying down in front of the burglary door.

I know what he means.

Now that it is unlikely that the corpses will enter the building, and while the robbers have not yet taken their heads, it is safe today to tie the fire doors on our stairs with barbed wire.

The elevators in our sector can only be swiped with a few floors, and the elevators can only be parked on a few floors.

There’s no sound outside the door, but it’s always good to be careful.

He wanted to go by himself, and I didn’t feel comfortable with a kitchen knife behind him, and then he pushed the home door.

There is silence in the building and it is not known if the building is now inhabited.

We tied it to a military knot with wire, following a 100-degree video.

When someone outside tried to invade, the military knots, whether violent or tactful, did not break open, but only when the insiders did.

As for the fireproof door in the middle of the hallway of the empty room next door, my mother’s opinion is, since we’re doing this, let’s not leave the other side open.

So my dad and I tied the fire doors across the stairs, and we hung a couple of locks on the door next door.

I went back to the house and stuffed a piece of chocolate and started looking at the bodies downstairs.

After all, it’s a movie, and I can’t assess all of this shit down here on the basis of what others have created.

The man who was fed up this morning had joined the dead.

In this way, it is assumed that zombies can transmit the virus through saliva and blood.

At present, the bodies downstairs do not appear to have the wisdom to turn in vain.

After the morning vomiting was finished, they also felt that they had gathered together to wander around the 10th building where he lived, which suggested hearing and smell and could be the basis for the attack.

Our curtains were so thick, they were so tight last night after the glass.

They’re not so lucky. There’s a couple of curtains and they’re half-lighted.

After observing the dead, I began to record the occupancy of our district with a pen and a book.

First, the 10th building across the street, where at least three houses live.

10th Building 1 Unit 702, with two pairs.

10 Building 3 Unit 1201, with a student (identity from my mother ‘ s supplement) returning from a university for summer vacation.

10th building, 4th unit 502, this is the home of Vomitant.

Next is building 14 in our rear.

The 14th building was observed all morning and I saw no one.

This was done for the time being, with new findings to be added.

After a couple of yawns, my dad suggested that our family go first.

Although it may sound dangerous for the whole family to sleep together at the end of the day, as we are prepared in advance, the stairs have been locked this morning and, in the current circumstances, we should be fine.

This break, I go to sleep.

Until I woke up with a rush to hit the door.

It’s still dark, but the smell in the air makes me feel a little wrong.

The rusty smell is spilling out of the air.

I covered my nose and my nose, but I was sick and sick on the spot.

I pulled my phone out of my pillow with a sticky hand.

The dark light on the handler screen restored a little bit of sight.

Less than a centimeter from my face, there’s a rotting corpse.

We look at each other with light.

And that second, from the tip of my toes to the top of my sky, I endured the tremors of my soul.

I remember these eyes.

A day ago, I met at the airport in B City.

In my mother’s shaking, I barely woke up from my nightmare.

Those horrible eyes are gone.

There was also light in the nightlight orange.

My limbs were like lead and there was no sense of it, and I thought the zombies in the dream had eaten them all.

My mother covered my forehead with cold towels and then took out some pills and stuffed them in my mouth.

Hot water flows all the way through the throat, and it’s only then that I noticed the swollen throat.

She gave me some porridge with a spoon. I didn’t really have an appetite, and then she lay down.

It was a day’s sleep, a few more pills, and a full body of alcohol.

I didn’t know until I woke up. I had a fever after I slept yesterday.

I’m the only one who’s fallen down because I’m scared to be back in two days, and I’m moving all night.

I didn’t think I was a young man who didn’t accept a corpse as much as my parents.

I’m determined to start working out when I’m sick, and I can’t be more vulnerable.

It’s good that my mom hasn’t slept much in our house, and she’s been cooling me with alcohol and towels, so it’s not so bad.

It’s a fever, but it’s still a sore throat, and it’s like blowing up because of the fever.

When I woke up, I went to wash my face and had a bowl of porridge with the garlic we picked up.

My mom went to re-insure, and I started looking at the bodies downstairs.

One day, the total number of zombies between the 10th and 12th buildings remained the same, or 11, which means that there are probably no new zombies in our neighborhood.

I wonder if it’s because of the epidemic that there’s a good stock of residents.

It is estimated that no one has gone downstairs to die.

These zombies don’t know what they’re living on, they don’t seem to need energy at all, except for humans, and the wildcats in the neighborhood can’t attract their interest.

And they’re not afraid to hear the sound during the day, and they’re so sensitive to the sound that a brain pounces on it.

According to press reports, the mass closure of the city was due to the presence of the outbreak and the high risk of transmission.

This interpretation is entirely unexpected.

I just don’t know how many people are left behind.

Over the next few days, the dead bodies in the sub-region have not been ingestion of energy and are no longer as sensitive as they were in the first place.

The 14th building finally showed signs of movement, Unit 2 1602 is facing my house, and while I was looking at the dead man with binoculars, I swept a man with a sticker on the window.

I called out to my dad and finally recognized his four big words: kneeling for supplies.

Give it to me.

This is a century-long dilemma.

During my struggle, the men across the street seemed to have passed out hungry and were standing in front of the windows.

Our family had a brief little family meeting.

Perhaps because order has not collapsed soon after the end of the day, the seeds of our hopes have sprung and hope that they will save us soon.

Finally, the family decided unanimously to give, but not much.

We still know the truth about money.

At the end of the day, two packs of condensed cookies, two chocolate bars, were easily pulled back to life.

For how long, that’s what he should think about.

After all, we will not be able to feed him for ever. Under the Last Day, the hearts will change.

Make sure he gets the supplies. I’m a little relaxed.

It’s just about how to give it to him, but it’s another problem.

The distance between our home and building 14 is about 50 meters.

It’s impossible for us to risk our lives for him.

And right now, we don’t know where this building is, but we have a drone in our house, and it’s got two bags on it.

It is clear that he did not ask for help only from us.

The delivery of supplies was clearly new to the remote-controlled drone, which almost fell in balance several times before it could be parked on the window of the 16th floor opposite.

The man who fainted was still lying in front of the window and was picked up by his long-awaited companion.

Some of the drone’s buzzing attractions started off with excitement in the vicinity of building 14, and when the drones came back, they followed us down the 12th.

The mortuary’s hearing is getting sharper.

The owner of the drone seems to be living under us on a few floors, and I’ve been living for a few days, and I think we’re all alone in this building.

The hungry man woke up, bowed his waist and pulled the curtains over his stomach.

Building 14 is back to dead water again.

That night I was watching, and my parents slept in the house, and I was reading, and I heard a strange sound.

# Creaking #

I turned off the nightlight, put down the books in my hand, and put up my ears and heard the sound from where.

With a noise…

I slowly put my ears on the floor.

The sound is gone.

Something’s wrong.

I’m holding on to a move, lying on the floor for a few minutes, except for a tick-tock and tick-tock, the world is as quiet as I’m alone.

I know this is not the time to relax, and I was just about to go to the bedroom and wake my dad up and hear a few vague cries from the balcony on my right.

I was frightened by that sound, and I slid into the window, and I lifted up a curtain and looked downstairs.

Under the slope, 14 layers of broken glass sound soared, it was amazing in the middle of the night.

A woman with her face covered in blood was strangled by a large hand and half of her body was pushed out of the window and hung in half-empty.

She waved her arms bright, and I looked at them so I found the broken glass.

She suddenly looked up.

She saw me.

Woman open.

Close it again.

I don’t understand lips, but I read meaning.

Immediately thereafter, she was pushed out, fell on the ground and died staring her head in the direction of my house.

The hungry corpses downstairs were screaming and running, devouring the flesh that was smug.

The night was torn apart, and a small part of those who fell asleep were shocked by the sound.

In the dark, you seem to have reached some kind of agreement.

No one turned on the light.

I’m standing right there, all stiff, all but vibrating teeth, all without a muscle of my own, and my calves start cramping.

On the wall, I sat on the floor, and there was a squeak from the glass downstairs.

I picked up the phone, which was sweaty, and I turned on the back of the camera, and through the gap in the curtains, I looked down at the 14 levels below the slope.

A man broke into my camera.

His small body came out of the window and patrolled and swept the direction of my house without notice and stopped.

I got a look at him on the phone.

When I almost thought he saw me, the man turned away and looked at the other house.

I have a bad feeling that this man’s idea is not just in this house.

And I always thought he looked familiar.

Mom and Dad woke up and asked me what happened.

Seeing them, I’m finally as good as I am, remembering who this man is.

Today, at 14th floor, 1602, took my downstairs neighbor.

As soon as I thought it might be the man who sent him the material, I was cold and sweating, and came down the horn.

After hearing my story, Mom and Dad lost their sleep.

My father was even sure that the good neighbor was killed.

My mother blew up after she heard the hair, and if the neighbor didn’t deliver the material first, it would have been our house that was killed tonight.

She was afraid to say, “This is a world where good deeds can lead to killing.” I’m sorry.

Our family is in a heavy mood.

The bloody truth of the end has been raging before us all.

Don’t try to test humanity.

This is the first lesson the world has taught us since the mortuary outbreak.

We all know that we can’t drown in fear now, but instead we have to deal with the killer in 12 minutes.

Because he’s more than just a family downstairs, and when he infiltrated into our building 12, the whole of the 12th floor was in a very dangerous state.

How the hell did this man get to us from building 14, building 12?

There’s so many zombies downstairs, it’s almost impossible to avoid.

We didn’t send him supplies because we didn’t know how to cross the building.

I always feel like I’m missing something.

When I came back to the house to take notes from my recent observation, it occurred to me that no one had been out of the neighborhood since the explosion.

If no one goes out, there’s a great chance that it means no new.

We need to scan the owner’s license plates to get in the parking garage in our small area, special handling of special vehicles.

So if no one has been driving out of the building recently and no one has let the mortuary into the building, then the mortuary probably has no way of getting out of the garage.

If mortuary infections can be transmitted only through contact, it is clear that the underground garage is the safest place at present.

It is likely that this was also discovered by this household in Building 14, which ventured through the underground garage.

But all of this is my guess, and if any branch emerges, all of it will be rejected.

The risk of crossing the garage is still high and, if it were me, I would never have chosen this way to risk my life.

This man is a desperate outlaw.

And finally, we decided that I’d go back to the house and sleep, and Mom would watch the night, and Dad would go back to our fire doors and strengthen one more layer.

Since our family is together, no one will try to break our fortress.

The next day, as we knew, the men were not satisfied with the materials of the 1402nd family, and began to sort out the layers.

He’s a sly one. First up to the top floor, 26 floors, then one floor down.

I knew 20 floors were empty, and he figured it all out one morning.

I thought he had to wait until 4 p.m. and 5 p.m. to find our home, and then at 2:30 p.m. I heard the sound of a hyena.

Here he comes.

I put my ears on a burglary door, and I heard a blurry lock and his unstoppable, exciting breath.

Chapter V Life

“cao!cao!cao!”

The man’s curse lasted 10 minutes.

My mom tried to cover my ears, and I felt funny and took the initiative to leave the door.

She doesn’t know that I was a fighter in the canyon long before the end.

If it wasn’t for the conditions of this moment, it would have been the man who covered his ears outside.

The tools at his disposal clearly do not open the stairwelled fire doors of our house.

Even if he could come in, he would have to face a top-level blast-proof door installed one night before the end of the day.

I looked out the window, and the bodies downstairs had gathered under us as they heard something.

Men seem tired of curses and sound stops.

I’ve been staring at the bodies downstairs, and I’ve come up with a crazy idea.

The idea was horrifying in my chest and sprung in a growing tremor.

Who said anything about being stuck in the house?

My mother was scared from the beginning, and now she’s ignoring it.

Before a man leaves, ask me to cook dinner in the kitchen, and my dad stays in the lobby.

We all know that we have enough to deal with the trouble.

I’m in the kitchen, mostly to help. I’m in our house tonight.

Wash the ribs first, remove the blood.

Before my mom noticed, I poured blood into an empty mineral water bottle.

And then, when the ribs were cold, when the water boiled, I threw a spoon over it, and I put a chopstick in one piece of a plate, and the ribs were just the color of the flesh.

I haven’t eaten meat in a few days, even if it’s not very spicy.

My mom started cooking oil and put onions, ginger, garlic.

While she pours her ribs into the pot, she adds wine, smokes, scrambling, and I put in the toilet with a well-filled bottle.

When we’re done hiding, the ribs are reded, I’ll add boiled water early, covered pans, boiled fire.

The men out there are finally tired. Put down the bad word and curse and make us look good.

I went back to the hall and I wanted to see if I could see him through the window.

The next second, he appeared in the 1402s and saw me and even provoked an empty bottle in our direction.

Of course the bottle didn’t hit us, not even 15 floors.

But I was scared of his sudden behavior.

The men achieved their goal by showing their dirty smiles, followed by a humiliating gesture.

The way a woman did to me yesterday before she died appeared in my mind.

She said, “Run. I’m sorry.

I don’t look the same. I think he really scared me. The punches hidden behind the back are squeezing.

He got more excited, pointed two fingers to his eyes, and then pointed at me.

I looked at him in the direction again and turned and closed the curtain.

Downstairs, the zombies gnawed on a bottle of mineral water that had just fallen.

The mineral water bottles were quickly torn apart by them.

They’re so hungry.

I can’t just smell it.

I think I came to the world for this.

When the colored rice came to the table, Mom and Dad started chopsticks and I couldn’t wait to pick up a chopstick and put it in my mouth.

You don’t have to push. I’ve got a rib in my mouth that’s just good.

And I put my head down and put in a rice meal, full of grains of rice and flexible meat.

This meal, if I had spiritual value, it would be all over at the moment.

In the end, we all ate a bowl and a half of rice, and we took out the cuisine of culinary cuisine, so we were satisfied.

After dinner, my dad did the dishes.

I’ve got my cell phone and I’ve got some early download music.

The trash in the house is already piling up, stenching up and producing flies.

I propose to throw a part of it down the stairs, and my mom doesn’t think it’s a good way to build it, but she can do it first.

High-altitude throwing is not afraid to hit people, after all.

I was carrying a bag of garbage, opening the window in the hall, and meeting a guy from 1402.

He’s staring at our house and he doesn’t know what to think about.

Seeing me come out, smiling at me, showing a yellow tooth.

I laughed too.

Pick up the toilet trash in my hand before he starts feeling wrong, and throw it in the direction of 1402 like the empty water bottle he threw at me.

Of course, there was something different from what he did.

Like he throws empty water bottles and I throw a lot of garbage.

He threw it from the bottom up, I threw it from the top down.

Looks like he’s full of shit.

I officially said to him, “Hi.”

After saying hello, I closed the window and pulled the curtains.

The purpose of provoking him has been achieved.

It’s time for the net.

I pulled two bottles of pre-prepared blood from the toilet, and I snuck out of my house while my parents were busy.

The door was opened in an instant and he just heard him fall out of the door downstairs.

I estimated the time, and as soon as he pushed the door in the 14th stairwell, he called the elevator.

The elevator came from the first floor and was still on the way, and the men had come to our stairs first.

That’s what I wanted, and I was worried that the elevator would cut him off from the 14th floor, and now he’s honest with us 16th floors of the door, but it’s the biggest problem.

My epinephrine went up with the elevator and my heart burned.

The elevator finally arrived in the room where he kept swearing and kicking.

I was carrying a bottle, I was careful to move and try not to go in the elevator, and my heart was beating so hard that it started to sting.

As soon as I get into the elevator, I’ll swipe the card and choose one.

The elevator went well, and one level of unit doors, as I expected, showed no sign of intrusion.

The features and numbers of the bodies downstairs have been documented for the last few days and were observed specifically before coming down the stairs today, with no decrease in the number of corpses other than new ones.

This confirms my assumption that the mortuary has not yet entered the building.

Besides, no one’s been out for days.

Everyone’s seen the mortuary, they’ve got their own judgment, and nobody wants to make a headbird.

The conditions that can be used by murderers in building 14.

The dead are already starving to scratch their lungs.

As long as someone dies, they fall into a mass of dead bodies and are eaten clean before conversion.

I’ll open the first-floor stairwell fire door and pour the blood in the bottle.

He then carried another bottle and a cell phone and walked to the unit door against the wall.

The sound of men’s scolding and slamming of the door came to pass, and the bodies outside, although not yet fully at the door of the unit, were not far away.

I put the water bottle on the floor, and I twisted the lock.

“Photo.”

The sound of the unit door unlocked was particularly prominent in the quiet district.

Several bodies turned their heads and slowly moved towards me.

I took a deep breath and put the door down a little bit and a little.

The corpses were attracted to the door’s “creaking” and the fury screamed.

My nostrils snort thinly, spilling open water in the middle of the door, then pulling out my cell phone, placing bottles between the doors before more and more bodies gather, and playing the pre-down Spring Sequence from my phone.

In the music of joy, the mortuary is drawn to the blood and the sound of the noise, and they fight for it before they go through the door.

My hands were shaking and steady, and the elevator was stuck on the 16th floor.

At the closing of the door, countless dead bodies ran to me.

Their stench went through the shut-down elevator door, drilled into my nose and followed the nose to the throat.

I held my hands dry and vomited, and I couldn’t bear the blood in my eyes.

I got to the 16th floor of the elevator, and I got my stomach covered, and I ran away like I was at the door.

The man was still scolding, and the fire doors had been hammered out by him in an obvious dent.

I ended up looking at the fire doors and I went into the house.

After a while, the whole building was screaming.

Mom and Dad were quick to see what I did.

It’s the first time my dad’s had a red eye in my face for over 20 years.

He can’t figure it out. How dare I run to the first floor alone, face the zombie and the murderer.

He wondered why I was doing something so dangerous, not him.

He did not blame me for my dangerous behaviour, nor did he condemn me for that man who died.

He just listened to my plan and went back to his room in silence and closed the door.

But his silence makes me sad more than blame.

It’s my mom’s night watch. I can’t sleep. Come out of the house in the middle of the night and talk to her.

The stars are particularly bright in the Zone, and the sky is clear when human activity is reduced.

My mom knows I have something to say, just look at me. She looked at me like that, but I couldn’t say anything.

The expression of love for the family seems to have been a challenge.

“Baby, is it true what you did today? I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and just jumped out of my mouth:

“Of course, I’m not stupid enough to joke about my life. I’m sorry.

My mom looked at me like that, and I started thinking.

Actually, I know there are many gaps in the plan.

If the mortuary caught me before I went into the elevator, if the man outside went back to the 14th floor and found the changing elevator numbers, I’d be colder now.

My plan has high returns, but high risks.

So I never intended to involve them.

My mother looked at the bodies downstairs and suddenly said:

“Does your father and I need to hide behind you and be protected? I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

She continued:

“Whether to watch the children take risks or to protect themselves is the most cruel thing for parents.” I’m sorry.

“Did you ever think that it was two people who wanted food? I’m sorry.

“Will he be hiding on the 14th floor? I’m sorry.

I really don’t know what to say this time.

I really didn’t think about it, as if I’d agreed he was a man since he killed the 14th floor family.

“Baby, leave your parents behind, you have to learn to work with others. My mother’s first face was so serious.

“We are not burdened. My dad doesn’t know when to get out of the house.

“We want to live together. I’m sorry.

Chapter VI Evolution

A month passed by blinking.

Starting at the end of July, the Q city broke water and electricity.

At the very beginning, and over time, more people were forced to come out of the building for supplies.

Our family records 13 people, and the last one that really came back is just 5.

When others are worried about food, I’m happy, twice a week, and my mom’s flowers.

By the end of August, the Q city was the hottest time.

Only two solar generators were purchased at home, and in order to save electricity, the air conditioners and fans were not opened and the temperature was reduced by fan physics.

During the day, I had to stay where the sun could not shine, watch the night and open the window more comfortable than during the day.

It was a month and a half, and it rained on the night of September, when I felt I was already suffering from heat.

The rain came suddenly, and it went wild and fell like a pot of water from the sky.

The storm stopped after two days.

And then a week of drizzle, it finally stopped when I started trying to make my knees feel better.

The drainage in the north has not been good in the south, nor has it experienced such rainfall before, and successive rains have brought the first floor directly into the water and the second floor is at risk.

I began to worry about whether the building would collapse after the rain. My mother said it was okay. The rain would probably only reduce the life of the building.

All the bodies downstairs have disappeared and are in the water, dead or alive.

The day after the rain stopped, people were impatient and threw a pile of garbage into the water.

The mortuary didn’t react, so the man took a raft and dared to go out and find the material.

He came back late, brought back an entire raft of material, and he was excited to dance, and his companions moved all of them for over 10 minutes.

Two days later, the bodies in the water were still quiet, and more people went out.

At that time, the water level was down and the head of the corpse was exposed.

The five who had been able to return before risked getting their own rafts out.

Our home is still living its own life, and we will not leave the Fort of the Last Day, which we built, until the dead are destroyed and the materials are not finished.

Not to mention the corpses that I had put in the building, the ones that were outside the building were flooded, and the door was scratched from time to time.

The team came back dark, the water was down, and the head of the dead body was completely exposed.

When the water level is low, the rafts are not enough to support the weight of human + material.

They were afraid to take the risk of coming back and had to choose to bring less.

Dark lights, shadows.

I always felt the bodies downstairs were watching them.

It’s just a feeling, because the mortuary’s eyeballs are completely decomposed, and it’s really not scientific.

But there’s nothing different about the underwater zombies.

The team quickly finished moving the material and went up the stairs with a hand and back.

They’ve only got enough to live for three days, and I think they’ll have to go back tomorrow.

And We did not know, but the following morning, in the morning, a crowd gathered in the garden of the district.

This time there were 11 people out there, one with a little raft, a man and a woman, and the old couple who lived in the 10th building.

My mother made the soup this morning, and I brought a bowl to the kitchen, snuck to the balcony, ate a little bit and continued to watch them through the curtains.

Almost before 9:30, two more men, a man and a woman in the same gym dress, should be the leader of this team.

The current water level has been reduced to the mortuary chest, and they are ready to leave when they are finished.

It just happened.

There’s been no movement in the water.

The team leader reacted quickly, cutting off the head of the front corpse.

But the rest were not so lucky. The old couple was the first to fall.

Soon, the man in charge was thrown down by a faster zombie.

Next, five, seven, ten, 13…

Eventually, the small garden became a bloody slaughterhouse.

The blood that was torn out was finally mixed with the greasy sewage.

There’s calm in the neighborhood. There’s nothing happening.

It’s just the gas in the air that makes me drown in this smell.

The rest of them are scattered in the sewage.

Empty little garden.

Puffy weed.

It’s like a grave that witnessed the massacre.

The wind blows through empty districts.

I couldn’t help but notice that the zombies were looking in one direction.

Looking at it, it’s a bigger, stronger corpse, whose eyes do not look like ordinary zombies.

The rest of the zombies came to the small garden, as if they were enjoying the spoils.

I suddenly realized that.

It’s a smart body.

“The morgue downstairs evolved and a leader was born. I’m sorry.

I’ll tell my parents about the observations.

In view of the evolution of the zombies, which I have seen today, I call them the first, second and third.

A single mortuary is the kind of one at the beginning of the end, mainly in the absence of wisdom.

The second phase of the massacre, which was an evolutionary species of the inhabitants of the district, was characterized by a complete physical upgrading and simple wisdom.

Three-stage zombies are the intelligent species that can rule them, and even create emotions.

The evolution of zombies is a trend. If we don’t get rid of them sooner, we’ll probably have four or five…

That’s not good news. We’ve been out of touch with the zf above for a long time, and I don’t know what the world is now.

When will someone save us?

I began to shake the idea of human victory.

The bodies downstairs continued to disguise for another week and concluded that there was no more food in the district, moving in the direction of the city centre.

Our home was relieved when the last corpse in the neighborhood left.

But the great feeling of loneliness haunts me.

The world is so quiet, there are only three of us left.

My mom found out I had some emo, gave me the task of growing food at home.

I sowed seeds, and the Buddha bred human hope.

Some of the potatoes we bought before the house, they’re sprouts.

I plant the potatoes with the vegetables, then dig them out with a knife and bury them in a water bottle full of soil.

When the leaves grow, the roots of the earth will be dug out, placed in a larger delivery cardboard box and planted with other successful seeds.

The vegetables are concentrated on fertilizing every 20 days, and I cut them off with scissors to prevent whole plants from being malnourished.

Summer goes to autumn, autumn goes to winter.

By the time of the fourth fertilisation, it was 23 years early in January.

Other vegetables have matured and are completely taken over by small potatoes.

I pulled the potatoes out of the soil, put a small part on the kitchen freeze, a small part on the fridge, and brought the rest back to the house.

I went into the house, jumped straight to the bed, put the potatoes in my hand, and returned to the thawed thrust.

The carbon fire in the house is burning, and my parents and my parents are watching the download of the “Standing Story” in their bed, and it’s going to be “reverse to the wind, easy to destroy.” I’m sorry.

Since the Q city entered the winter and the temperature dropped, we moved into a house to save the carbon fires.

The windows were ventilated once an hour while they were up, and when they were asleep, the carbon fires were extinguished and the electric heat blankets were inserted.

The rest of the house is cold enough to enter the ice cellar, except for the main bedroom and the cooking of charcoal on the balcony.

We have no way of looking at how low this year’s temperature is, but it seems, at the moment, to be colder than in previous years.

As long as I leave the charcoal-burning house, go to the rest of the house and walk a few steps, my nose and ears are as cold as a cold pain.

It’s cold today. It’s colder than yesterday. It’s our custom today.

It’s too easy to eat porridge, and it’s good to eat lamb in winter to relieve the cold in the body.

Now there’s no way to eat the lamb. We picked the easiest lamb.

Last night, my mother made the only remaining rice in the house, and she put it on the table in the bedroom.

And then I cut two pounds of lamb into a slice, pre-prepared for today’s lamb cut.

Mom and Dad are ready to cook when I get back.

Now we’re cooking in the main bedroom, and if we’re in the kitchen, in less than a minute, the water we need to cook will add a thin ice.

My mom put the porridge and rice in the pot and started to porridge.

I don’t like greasy porridge. I haven’t touched a single porridge since last year.

But unlike this year, the food in the porridge this year is especially valuable to us.

In the six months of the mortuary outbreak, we treasured food.

It’s easy to do with the porridge, and then our family starts to prepare the lamb.

I was crouching down by the trash can and my dad was all packed up, and he went to the freezer to collect our own onions, ginger, garlic, spices, mushrooms, cabbage, melons and carrots.

After putting these in the bedroom, he went back to pick up the corn we hoarded before the end of the day, tumbles, kerosene, tofu, soybean and lamb slices that my mother cut yesterday.

And We washed all the vegetables with a pot of water, and then pulled out the electric pots of the house, and added mineral water, onions, ginger chips and dates.

My mom’s got all the dishes ready, and we’re going to do it, and the three of us are going back to their nests and watch the water start grunting.

It’s hot and steamy, and I feel like I’m working on my face in a beauty salon and I’m starting to get sleepy.

The hysteria on the phone is still playing, and it becomes less important and becomes the background of the lamb.

As soon as the water opened, my mom put a big bowl of lamb on it, and I went right in there with the balls and the frozen tofu.

Not long ago, the house was full of fragrance and I put a piece of meat in my mouth and couldn’t say a word.

The first pot was soon wiped out by us, and I made a second plate of potatoes and potatoes with slices of them.

The frozen tofu that had been boiled in the pot was ready to eat, and I made it.

My dad made me a softly cooked cabbage, and I tore it with chopsticks.

I didn’t feel like taking off my sweater, but I thought that if I left the house now, I’d get a heat on my head.

In the end, I had a bowl of soup, and the fresh soup at this time was improved by combining the beauty of meat, the fresh smell of vegetables and the unique flavor of sour vegetables.

After this meal, my mom poured hot soup into a big bowl and put it on the freeze.

I did 30 push-ups, 15-minute tablet support, 60 climbs, and I used to have a push-ups hard, and it’s not so hard for me now.

At night, we drank the porridge, and we stopped eating other intestinal burdens.

After eating, my mom looked at the calendar and said, “There’s still 17 days to spring.”

Q City snowed in the middle of the night.

The snow is huge and urgent, and the land is clean.

At three o’clock in the night, we woke up with a big bang coming in the middle of the city.

There’s a red light in the sky, and the sun that used to be dark and lumbery was thrown into the air.

I have a hunch that the zombies have evolved again.

The sound of an explosion in the middle of the night never stopped after that.

Our house was too noisy to sleep, so the whole family got laid.

This time, much more than ever, it continued until more than 9 a.m. before it gradually quieted down.

After breakfast, I hesitated to say, “Is the army here with this big explosion?” I’m sorry.

Mom and Dad are in silence.

From the time that this idea came into being, the seeds of hope came out of the ground and took root in the heart.

It scratches me from time to time and it tickles me.

But I hope it will be too precious in the end, and I fear it, and fear it is my illusion.

Soon, the answer will come.

A week later, in the early morning, three heavy military vehicles drove into our neighborhood.

Since the last mortuary evolution, there have been no more signs of life in the district, and our family has eased down and no more night watch has been arranged.

I woke up with the noise of the district gate blockade, and I wore a velvet over the curtains, which led to the intrusion of strangers.

At the close of the gate, the four men who came down took up a reload and drove to the 10th building near the North Gate.

I stomped, and I saw about 12 people getting out, four of them carrying a stretcher into the building.

Somebody’s hurt.

Chapter VII. Human beings

It’s a spring break.

Half a month ago, these people started to stay in our neighborhood.

They were so rich, I realized that they were no good.

Probably because Kim Jae-yu was the only new neighborhood that Q’s developed last year, where zombies erupted for six months, and they took it for granted that nobody lived here.

A week later, the group began to organize a large-scale search for material in the district without careful scrutiny.

The 10th was the first to suffer.

Before I met the vomiting brother, the body was thrown from the 5th floor.

He was frozen into ice and died for some time. He fell and fell into pieces.

I couldn’t bear to see it, but there was a whistling downstairs, which seemed to have been fun for them in the end.

They searched the 10th building for five units all day long and found food and medicine.

I remember it was the rest of the team that organized the search.

The last traces of the existence of our inhabitants were erased as the group was searched.

The day and night of the search for supplies, the moment of the panic, everything collapsed in the search.

I have lost my point, and I do not even have time to mourn them.

I know we’re the ones who will be wiped off tomorrow at the speed of their search.

When they find the locked stairway door, it means we have no life.

Today we’re all living on a condensed biscuit, and carbon is not burning, so we’re afraid of showing up.

The lights on the 10th building across the street are clear and the sound of music is hidden.

The outsiders seem to have mastered the power of confrontation with the dead and have not felt like a thin ice in the end.

The atmosphere in our home is too heavy compared to their relaxed appearance.

I wanted to do everything I could, but after a simulation in my head, it didn’t help.

I didn’t want to die like that.

When I fled from B to Q to build a fortress like this, I was determined to live.

Since there are no conditions.

It’s about creating conditions.

I closed my eyes, and there was a plan coming out of my head.

Our doors and windows are strong enough to use the highest level of bomb-proof material.

Even if the group were violently destroyed, it would last two hours.

It’s just that we’re all under-powered.

The only weapons in the family are knives and pliers, and they have no chance of winning.

I have the strongest shield in the world, but not the sharpest spear.

The problem is solved when it is discovered.

If you don’t have the strength, you can borrow it.

For example, those bodies that had caused explosions in the centre of the city the previous few days were used.

Soon, my dad and my mom touched black and made a simple rope out of sheets.

I tied one of the ropes to myself and gave the other to my parents.

For ease of movement, I was only wearing a sweater and took off my feathers and I had a few excitements in the cold inside.

The window hasn’t been open for a long time. It’s freezing.

I did my best to break it apart a little bit.

The wind outside is stingy.

The sound of the window openings squeaked in the night sky and spread in the whirling north-east wind.

It’s a good thing I didn’t make a sound. I spent a minute on the window stand and took the first step before I was stiff.

I couldn’t get out of the window, standing on the window roof, moving from the room to the outside, freezing.

There was no time to adjust to the temperature. I went straight down, I grabbed the rope, I suspended the body, and I slowly fell.

The linen made up of ropes that squeaked with tooth.

I’m not afraid, even in this adventure.

Three minutes later, on the 14th floor, the broken window was close to the eye.

I stepped on a 14-story window and drilled my face in.

I see a broken bedroom.

Blood from the fighting in the room had long been dried up, even on the dark brown floor.

I can’t even recognize that this is the house of a woman who was pushed from upstairs.

I opened the door a few times to find the target.

Everything went better than I thought.

The drones that were used to deliver supplies are on the table at the moment.

It’s just frozen, and it’s ash, and I don’t know if it’s working.

And then I found the other parts of the drone, and when I took them, I went back to the subsides and pulled the rope.

The rope twitched quickly, and I tied the drones and chargers to them and handed them over.

Watching the rope move up slowly, I finally feel relieved, and the feeling of the hindsight is freezing.

Two minutes later, the rope came back to me.

I tied it to my body and then stepped out of the window and moved it to the edge.

It’s easy down there.

It took me 20 minutes to climb back to the 16th floor.

As soon as I came in, my mom closed the window and poured me a bowl of ginger soup.

I feel clearly how it flows from the throat to the stomach.

It’s a stomach convulsion.

I felt itching when I took off my cold sweater.

My mother warmed the master’s bed, and I went into the bed and strangled to ease the discomfort.

Look at the drone with the red light on the bedside, I’m satisfied.

It’s not bad.

I’ve been sleeping for three hours, and I’m finally getting over it.

It’s still dark. It’s only 5:00 in the morning.

I couldn’t eat a condensed cookie, so I took a sip.

My mom’s keeping the drone warm, hoping it’ll last longer.

By 5:30, everything was ready, and my father had his cell phone attached to it and opened the window again.

The wind is not dark anymore, it’s dark and it’s out of hand.

Our drone crashed and crashed to take off.

The normal UAV flight time is 30-50min.

We’re a DJI, with cold, unmaintainable elements, and a conservative estimate of 23min.

In other words, our drones can only fly for 11 minutes, and then they’re going back.

DJI, this series of drones can reach 80 km/h per hour, and we conservatively estimate at 40 km/h.

And that’s 11 minutes and the drone can only drive 7km.

After 7km, we must return.

But for the Q city of this town, 7km is enough.

We’re only 5 km from downtown.

The drone’s images were broadcast in real time.

A lot of burned cars were parked by the street.

The shop’s glass doors have been broken.

The fuselage went through a broken building.

It was dark, but the drone had night vision, so much of the surrounding environment was visible.

Our whole family is on the screen, waiting for a chance.

Ten minutes later.

I set the alarm clock, ring the Q city this long-silent city.

The Spring Sequence and the empty streets form a strong contrast and add a strange breath.

The real-time images from the cell phone didn’t show up with the imaginary zombies.

I have a white sweat in my neck.

The heart beats the drums of war.

At that point, the drone had dropped by only half, and my father had to turn around and go home.

There is no doubt that my plan failed.

In my imagination, the sound of the drones this time will attract the evolutionary zombies from the heart of the city into our neighborhood.

At that time, they and the outsiders will be at war.

We are trying to find another solution through the delay.

But I didn’t draw anything this time.

My theory is totally wrong.

The drone charge takes four hours.

The next flight can only wait till 10 a.m.

By that time, outsiders had started searching the building.

It’s all late.

At 5:53 a.m., the drone stopped on the balcony at the house.

It’s still dark.

My mom took the phone off and there was a 7-minute alarm.

My dad sent the drone back to the house to charge.

It’s dark out like thick ink.

I can’t breathe in this heavy black.

At more than seven, outsiders across the street show signs of awakening.

Our family will never sleep.

My dad went silently to secure the fire escape outside.

My mom’s working on how to maximize the use of sharpened knives.

Good thing they’re still eating.

Eight o’clock in the morning.

I can only pray for these people to wait a little longer.

But the scales of fate have once again inclined against them.

In half an hour, two men in heavy feathers walked behind them in building 8.

Just as I was relieved, two more people were laughing with tools.

Their objectives are clear.

That’s where I live in building 12.

Time to come or come.

I feel the tremors of my chest.

The eardrum follows the rapid beating of the heart, making the sound of boom! Boom!

It’s growing, almost all the sound, resonating with my skull.

I want to go back to my room.

The indoor air becomes thin.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was getting thicker and thicker and turned into a world that was dark green.

“Pow!

I looked down.

I’m bleeding.

Raise your arms and head up. My mother washed my nose with water and finally stopped the nose.

There was a sound of impact from the security door downstairs.

I lay on my bed looking at the white ceiling.

My mother saw me in a bad state and put me in a frozen chocolate.

Sweets are said to wake up dopamine in my body and make me happy.

I don’t taste like chocolate, but I’m getting better.

I decided to try again.

That’s all I’ve got.

It’s the last struggle before our whole family dies.

An hour and a half, 10:00 a.m.

The drones take off from our windowsill on time.

There’s a few more smart letters on the machine: SOS.

I painted it with the rest of my nose blood.

The outsiders are still concentrating on the search for the material, and they have searched the 8th floor and the 16th floor is just a matter of time.

The drone was more than able to fly.

It’s fast passing through the neighborhood and disappearing in our sights.

My hands don’t shake.

I pray that blood and sound will attract a large number of bodies and bring miracles.

The real-time images on the phone are clearer than in the dark.

About a minute ago, my phone started playing.

I didn’t set the alarm this time, I just created a list of songs and played music without interruption.

I also recorded a minute of silence on my own, dedicated to the first minute of take-off, in order to prevent alarm from reaching others.

In addition to the sound adjustments, our flight has changed course.

The drone was carried out to the east, tilting towards another commercial circle in the city.

Day streets are more depressed than night.

From “We the Workers have Power” to “The Spring Sequence” to “The Vigilante.”

The drones were singing all the way, but there were still no dead bodies in the picture.

My heart sank.

I don’t understand.

Wasn’t there a war between zombies and humans?

Soon the drone will be full for 11 minutes and it’s time to return.

My father gave me control of the drone, and he went to repair the house.

I’m running the direction, and it’s like I’m being poured cold water.

The road back is still quiet.

I didn’t give up, lowered the height of the drone, wanted it to be near the ground, and made it louder.

But nothing.

Humans, zombies, all gone.

Our family of three seems to be the last human to survive in Q City.

In the time of social isolation, the Q city has changed beyond my imagination.

Solitude surrounds me again, prompting me to accept reality quickly.

We were really abandoned.

The sight is getting blurred.

I tried to keep my eyes open.

The drones are still moving fast.

As soon as we reached the quarter, We manipulated it into a hidden grass.

“Stop here forever. I’m sorry.

I closed my eyes and I kept my heart shut.

Death is the end of all mankind.

But hope is the fire in the heart, and the bears are not gone.

If it’s really broken, I’d like that group to have less material.

The drones are too functional to fall into their hands.

My mom’s sharpeners are getting bigger and away from hiding.

My dad lit a cigarette for a long time.

We’re all making final preparations.

I opened my eyes in the sound of stinging knives and the smell of smoke, and I picked up my phone and tried to turn it off.

The drone’s image is also fixed in the weeds of the district.

The moment I picked up the phone, it moved.

That’s one hand.

These hands don’t have rotting residues.

It’s frozen red and sworn to life.

I was staring.

Only the owner picked up the drone.

Next, a head in a military hat appeared in the camera.

His mouth one by one, seems to be talking.

Turn around.

A full army is in sight.

A red flag is attached to the vehicle that follows.

I know, we’re saved.

Chapter VIII. Hope

On January 17, 2023, five days before Spring Festival.

There was an intense exchange of fire between outsiders and the military.

They seem to have had a long history of dealings, and both sides have fought hard and well.

However, our troops were more successful, and on the day of the exchange of fire came down.

For the next two days, we still haven’t made a fire, and we’ll keep eating bread and condensed cookies.

On the fourth day, the outsiders finally decided to surrender.

The sound of the military bells went down.

I hid behind the curtains and watched the outsiders be taken to the car one by one.

It’s been snowing outside.

The army is snowing and last cleaning up the district.

And I watched as the army traveled between the white earth, as though spring had come, spreading its life.

I don’t know what it’s like to say. I just feel like I’m scratched.

My mom couldn’t stand the wet eyes.

I knew, and I knew, that what was in my heart was sour for the rest of my life.

The army cleaned up this building.

Low-class mortuaries in the building were easily solved.

Three of us sat on the sofa in the hall.

We haven’t had the guts to burn charcoal these days.

Wear feathers during the day.

At night, you open a hot blanket and warm the baby.

Now that the bad guys have been wiped out, we have the guts to start burning carbon again.

The charcoal fire in the bedroom was moved to the lobby.

For the past six months, I have watched the outside behind the curtains in the lobby, with a lot of frozen acne and itching on my hands.

When my mom put my handbags on a hot towel, the door outside came banging.

They’re coming.

My dad volunteered to open the burglary door.

He told me to stay in the house with my mother, and he got out of the house with a weapon he had sharpened, and he talked to each other in the elevator.

I’m a little murky.

It’s been 186 days since the mortuary outbreak.

We have long lost our trust in everyone.

We know that only we can rely on ourselves in these days when the dead have erupted.

The officers outside seem to have foreseen this.

They accepted the consequences of this disaster with calm.

The lack of credibility is not imminent.

They have no way to influence our thinking.

Only by restoring order and putting everything back on track.

It is the people who believe that the nation has hope.

They brought us outside news.

This funeral is a global disaster.

Our country is one of the worst affected areas.

The Government has done its best to save them.

They’re in Q, wiped out the last of the dead in the northeast.

There are only three cities left in the country that have not been cleaned up.

The explosions that we heard at night before were the “Operation Zero” they carried out in partnership with civil society organizations.

The reason our drones don’t attract zombies is because there are no dead bodies in Q City.

The so-called civil society organizations, they did not extend their statements.

I remember the material and weapons of the outsiders of the region before, knowing that things were not as simple as they said.

It’s just that these are not important for ordinary people like us.

For six months, the Q city has become an empty city.

The Government has established temporary shelters in provincial capitals in each province.

Most of the surviving residents moved there.

Because of our remoteness from the urban areas and new developments, the following circulars are given priority.

It’s probably because we have a low occupancy rate, which leads to a lack of heat.

The Government has ruled out the possibility of the survival of our inhabitants through military drones.

Speaking of which, I’m sorry.

My dad didn’t listen to him very well, consoling him.

After a while, he kept talking.

The drones were flying at low altitude, but they had already come to their attention.

On its second flight today, the army found a crooked flight: SOS.

But they are not sure whether this is a call for help or a plan by the enemy.

They do not wish to give up their chances of saving lives, so they have followed the drones secretly to our district to do so.

I’m lying down on the security door and I’m listening to them.

But I heard my dad break the wire with a plier.

The stairwell fire doors remained inactive for a long time, tearing down the barbed wire and pulling it and making a noise that was sour.

This is the first time we’ve opened our fire doors since the mortuary outbreak.

I heard my father say, “I believe you, I believe in the country. I’m sorry.

The soldiers outside seemed to have no idea he was opening the door, and he was a little bit confused, so my father continued.

“On New Year’s Eve, come in and have some dumplings. I’m sorry.

After 30 children, at 6 a.m. on the day of spring, our family was on its way to the shelter.

We brought all the rice oil we could bring.

Half a year has passed, and not much is left.

The most valuable is the seeds we have ourselves, which are said to be particularly scarce in the shelter, one of which can be replaced with a lot of material.

As for ripe vegetables, they were used yesterday to pack dumplings.

More powerful than ever, we ate all our vegetables in one night.

The rest of it, I didn’t want to take it.

Just leave yourself behind.

This is an inevitable change of mind after this end of life.

Before I got in the car, I saw the shocking eyes of the detained outsiders.

They don’t seem to think that we still have people in the neighborhood.

One of them looked at me in cold eyes, and I didn’t know if he was thinking about revenge.

It doesn’t matter to me anymore.

I feel a strong sense of security among so many soldiers.

On the way to H-City, the city street along the road was broken and I stopped looking.

Until I drove out of the Q city, I looked at the end of the window and I couldn’t live in the 187-day city.

I hope it gets better as soon as possible.

Just like us humans.

And the fire of life shall burn, and it shall roll over the earth like a dragon.

Hope is attached.

There is hope.

Hope is light.

Full-text case number: YX11EKEAJ

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.