When I got the call, I thought I heard it wrong.
Two hours, quick! In two hours, one of you will be a dead man and the whole school will fall! I’m sorry.
On the other side of the phone, there was a scream of mother’s heart.
Run! Run!
I didn’t believe it at first, it sounded crazy, but my mother’s shaking made me panic.
And then I knew that everything Mom said was true. Because… my mom is in a weird rebirth cycle.
She was reborn two hours before the explosion.
When she hung up on the phone, she turned over $100,000 and gave me at least two hours to hoard up enough supplies for at least two months and then to lock the doors and windows and hide.
My family is still small, but 100,000 isn’t a small amount, Mom is real.
“Fuck you! “Did I make you stand here or did I make you call?” I’ve brought so many classes, and I’ve never seen a kid like you. All right, you stay where you are. Don’t leave for less than two hours! I’m sorry.
I know he’s targeting me, so many people in the class, and everyone’s taking advantage of his lack of attention, but every time he just yells at me.
My personality was soft, as it was when I was a kid, and my mother took me to see a shrink even to make me tough, and it came to my conclusion that I was a man of character.
I’ve always been unconscious to please others, to ignore myself, to suffer and to endure. But I don’t know why the more I am, the more targeted.
The last time I was targeted was because the next class had an affair, and everyone laughed, and I laughed, and the teacher kicked. On my leg, it’s called: “Who makes you laugh without reporting?”
At first I didn’t know where to offend him, and then I knew everything when I saw my roommate’s dream and he was close.
I looked down at the time, exactly 2 p.m. sharp.
When he saw me like this, he kicked my leg as usual, and his tone got worse: “Look at me again! Stand up!”
In the shade, the dream and a few other classmates are eating ice cream, laughing and laughing.
But no one thought that I had taken a deep breath this time, and I didn’t put up with it, and the jar broke, and the lift was like a kick back, and the painful instructor, holding his ankle, threw his throat and jumped right in the air.
– “Dumb Coach, Grandma won’t play with you anymore. I’m sorry.
I’m not wasting my time with this. Turning around like I’m dead.
“Chi Chen, dare you hit him?” I think you’re crazy. Don’t come back if you can! Or you’re dead! I’m sorry.
Who cares?
It’s a question whether everyone here in two hours is alive or not.
I didn’t return my head, and I thought about it.
I can’t go back to the dormitory for two hours. There’s only six of them, and five of them are trying to isolate me.
Good thing I’ve been looking for a rental house since the second day of military training just because of bullying, and just yesterday I found a preferred house near university.
That’s the loft apartment on the 13th floor, two floors up and down, 1500 a month, and I rented a term.
I can’t believe it’s working.
The 13th floor would certainly have wasted some time moving up and down if it had been a little higher.
Now every second is a life guarantee, and I’m breathing a little faster, and I’m walking to get my cell phone.
Anyway, let’s put some sheets on some yellow software!
If I buy too much material, I’m afraid to draw attention, because the apartment building has only one main door that can be accessed, there’s security at the front door, and I’m afraid to move so much material with so much frequency, and I’ll spend the rest of the day alone.
And considering this, I bought some vegetables and egg meat at my discretion, but I don’t cook, I don’t know what to think, but I think it’s a mess. Vegetables cost about 300 and meat costs almost 600.
I don’t know how to cook, but it’s safe to buy things.
Cold medicine, anti-inflammation pills, bandages, iodine volts, each of which sold a whole box.
I was on a take-out order and I ran into the school’s supermarket, holding a shopping basket first to empty all the easy food on the shelf.
Almost 50 bags of noodles and 50 bags of other fast-food foods are just so full.
I looked around and looked at the suitcases I sold.
Unlike in the past, I did not even look at the price and brought two of the largest size suitcases to the cashier’s desk and continued to carry other materials according to their space.
Almost a month’s fast food is filled with a suitcase, 1.5l water buys about 30 bottles.
These two are the necessities that must be dragged back into the apartment, after all, for the next two months.
The cashier blinked at the speed of the mountain before the receipt of the money: “Student, these are all you want?” I’m sorry.
My heart is pounding, my forehead is sweating, my head nods: “Please settle, I’m in a hurry. I’m sorry.
This is the case, but there is too much stuff, and the cashier drops food one by one.
At that point, the supermarket door was pushed and several girls came in while they were chatting.
“Is it really working with ice water? I’m sorry.
“It’s going to work. Did you see the teacher’s ankle swollen? Chen Chi kicks so hard, so bad. I’m sorry.
All of a sudden, they put their bodies together and brushed to look at me at the counter.
“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t pay attention to her. Focus on my noodles, and put a bag full of buns and old godmother in a box.
I looked at the time, when it was 2:20, and I was able to transport at least two shipments of materials in these two huge suitcases.
And here…
In less than 100 minutes, this will be hell on earth.
“Where are you going?” I’m sorry.
Two fifty-one bags of noodle, she bought so much.
Of course, $2.50 in the school canteens can’t get a single meal, and noodles can eat enough.
How sour.
When I looked at her, I carefully put the food in the zipper of the suitcase, and the other roommates said, “Some people have never eaten anything good in their whole lives, and it’s pathetic. I’m sorry.
My heart is a whisper.
Smile a little louder.
You will not believe now that in a month you will earn your own blood and kneel down for this bag of cheap food.
Two.
It was 2:40 when I arrived at the apartment with two suitcases.
The more afraid of what to do, the more the two elevators, the more they’re all parked on the 20th floor.
“Why are you dragging so much luggage?” I’m sorry.
I was so scared, I turned my head and looked like a bald man with about 50 heads.
He was wearing a security uniform, low, dark skin. Watch me with your hands behind your back.
The eyes are small, but they’re luminous.
“Little girl, what do you have in there? Can I help you?”
“I’ve just moved in here with some clothes and supplies. “I dragged my suitcase and moved it to the side.” :
“No, I can do it myself. I’m sorry.
It was good that the elevator had finally stopped, and I had to drag my luggage in, and who thought the old security guard would follow.
In a small elevator room, I can clearly sense the integrity of the eyes of those behind me.
I turned my head and looked at him. “Where to?”
“Don’t worry about me.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. Hands on the elevator button.
The house was rented on the 13th floor, but I left my heart on the 10th floor.
When I got to the 10th floor, I took the suitcase out and made sure that the old man hadn’t followed me.
The door was unlocked, and as soon as I entered the door, everything in the suitcase was poured out, and the delivery arrived at that point, and the whole door was filled with big and small things.
I couldn’t help but pack up and put in my suitcase and went on to the convenience store at the apartment.
After two successive moves, one more look at the time…
Twenty-five minutes before the mortuary outbreak.
I could actually move another one, but I couldn’t take the risk of watching the mountain pile, and I decided to close.
It’s been two months, six months for a girl.
Rice paste oil, large barrels each.
I had a hundred bags of noodles, and I even bought something different.
Twenty hot pots, 15 bags of sour powder and 10 packs of dumplings and acne, respectively.
In addition to this, there are a number of small snacks of ham and intestinal chips.
There’s not just mineral water, but there’s a big bottle of iced tea, Coke, Shelby, and I’ve got a liter.
Vegetables, meat, all filled with refrigerators.
The daily items used by girls were in stock for three months.
As a precaution, the charger is in five. Charge ten.
In some of the disaster films, the mortuary was particularly sensitive to the sound, one of my headphones was lost and two headphones were purchased when I went to the convenience store.
Everything was ready. I locked the door carefully, moved the tea table in the living room, blocked the door, then turned off the light in the living room and pulled the curtains, and the whole person was tired and sitting on the couch.
Once again, it looks at the material, and there is no reason why there is a sense of pleasure for the rest of the life after the robbery.
I didn’t get a number of voices from my mother during this period, and I finally got a chance to write back to Mom and Dad, and they’re ready to lock the doors and windows, and they’re waiting quietly for three o’clock.
Although the family was unable to be with each other because of the fact that two cities were apart, it was clear that they were in a safe and well-equipped environment and that it was inexplicably reassuring.
When I was in love with my parents, I was talking to my parents, and I lifted up the curtains, and from this angle on the 13th floor, I could see the school playground, and it was at the time of its dissolution, when everyone was laughing and had no idea of the nightmare that followed.
I closed down the family group and looked at the class and found myself famous.
From the school forum to the post bar to the white wall, there’s always criticism and a screen.
It’s anonymous, but I know it’s all in my dreams.
She’s been like a nightmare to me since the first day of the class dorm.
The Land Dream is beautiful, the military training has been sealed as a school flower for only a week, and the bones are covered with arrogance.
She thinks I don’t like to talk, that I’m mentally handicapped and that it’s getting worse from the beginning.
The most impressive thing was that she met me in the cafeteria, and she saw me eating my food clean and laughing, and she said, “Oh, my God, you eat so clean, you don’t have to wash it, you’re fat. I’m sorry.
“Seriously, if I get fat like you, I’m dead. I’m sorry.
Am I really fat? One metre, six feet, five pounds.
I can’t call it thin, but it’s too much to say fat.
I really don’t know anything about Land Dreams and her friends, as if the more food was wasted, the more honor it was.
Once upon a time, my flattery character kept me sarcastic, and I was always unconsciously afraid that it would get worse. But now…
Suddenly, the screams downstairs broke my mind.
I looked around and found that the school playground was a mess, that everyone ran away screaming, and that several people were walking around their necks and shoving and screaming.
And one more look at the time, the pin points to 3:50.
What’s going on? Did the zombies explode early?
III
One time, I’m sweating straight. It’s a good thing I didn’t just get greedy about more stuff. If we go downstairs at 3:35 to carry the third shipment, it’s a question whether I can come up without a scratch.
The darkness of the bedroom with the curtains, the contrast between the quietness around me and the panic downstairs to the atmosphere of running around, the speed with which the dead are spreading more rapidly than I thought, the many crooked necks on the road, the colour of the face, the blood of the infected human being, the pain of which is not felt, the only thing they know about is a bite attack, and the growing ranks.
Although there is enough psychological preparation, the blood of the picture still makes me feel bad. I quietly closed the curtains and touched a bottle of milk tea and a few strangulations.
Very often, running and screaming were also heard in the corridors outside the apartment.
I looked at my locked door and the cupboards that were blocked at the door, knowing that I would not bring the dead without opening the door.
But the outside sound is so heart-broken.
“Open the door! Open the door! I’m sorry.
Listen to this sound, it’s supposed to be a girl of my age who doesn’t want to stay in school without accident and who’s in the outer room.
“Yan Kai-Jan! I know you’re in there. I just went out and bought something. I didn’t catch up with the dead when I came up! Can you just open the door a little bit and let me in? I’m begging you. You said you loved me. Didn’t you promise me yesterday to marry after graduation? Open the door! # Whoo #
The desperate cry of a girl in this troubled world is particularly bleak, and I’m suffocated by the fact that it means that two couples, girls go out shopping and boys lock their doors when they find a mortem at home.
I’ve been a little uneasy, but I’ve been soft since I was a kid, and I’ve had a little bit of a time of hesitation to open a door to this girl.
As she said, the mortuary has not yet spread to this floor, and if I want to, open this door before me, it is the door to her life.
And that’s when my phone screen flashed, and I looked at it and I found a message from Mom: Don’t open the door.
I was surprised. Did Mom press the camera? How else would she know I was hesitant to open the door to that helpless girl outside?
[Mom knows you’ve been kind and soft since you were a kid, so you’re always being bullied. But you have to know that the hearts of men are never more terrible than you want, and that goodness is far more unbearable in a troubled world. You feel sorry for that girl out there? You think you can compare heart to heart, but what you don’t know is that the girl out there is protecting herself and pushing you into the morgue. Daughter, this is how you die. _
When I saw this, my forehead was covered in fine sweat, and it was set in motion for a moment, and I felt a chill inside.
The next second, I didn’t hesitate to go back to my bedroom, stick my headphone on my phone, put an ear in it, and I was covered, and I looked at the crayons.
The screams out there have nothing to do with me anymore, and I want to save myself and finally be able to join my family in peace.
I don’t know.
Indeed, as I assumed, if there were enough material, if the curtains were tightened and no sound made, they would not be found, let alone found here.
On my first day of peace, I share with my parents, in the morning and in the evening, the day and the day of my family, encouraging each other and aiming at the peaceful reunification of the last family.
The mobile phone has also begun to send some reassuring news.
The State will not give up every people who are fleeing, and please believe that the light will come for our country.
Although it was not known when it was coming, when such news was received, there was a little bit more and more of it.
The body broke out on the fourth day.
The whole city is in a dead silence in the middle of the street, wandering around dead bodies and seeing no one alive.
Many people have run out of supplies, many drones in the sky with their supplies are dropping food at random, and every time they land on the ground, countless dead bodies are barking up their teeth, but who dares to go out and collect them?
There are also people who can’t stand hunger, and cats go to the streets quietly to pick them up, but are slightly surrounded by hundreds of zombies, and end up not infected, but close to being left dead.
I fear that in a few days the network will break down, and even electricity will not be available, and I’ve filled ten of the chargeable treasures with electricity, and I’ve made some movies, in case it’s really hard to break the net.
A week of mortuary eruptions.
My supplies are still piling up, which is my greatest sense of security.
In the afternoon, I received a group of people talking about Art.
Open up and look at the dorms.
There’s someone at Ett who asked me, “Are you still there?
Ludm: Where are you hiding? I haven’t seen you back to your dorm. Do you have any food?
Four.
I simply cleaned out a few messages, and then I threw my cell phone aside and didn’t intend to reply.
After a few minutes, the cell phone screen was lit up again, and it was a series of Atts, all from the same person: Dreams.
♪ Dreams on the road ♪ Say something.
Land Dream: I knew you had something to eat, and when I met you at the school supermarket before the mortuary broke out, you had two suitcases full of food.
Lu-dang: Don’t play dead. Do you share with us a little? Chen Chi, you can’t be selfish. Do you know how many days we’ve been without food?
Of course I do.
The dormitories would not have been able to hold much, and it is estimated that the people in Luang Dreams were eating what was left of them the previous days, or some small snacks or something, and now seven days have passed and five people in the dormitories have probably already lost their food.
It’s a coincidence that I planned to go to the Northwest with my parents on October 1st, so I started with a drone and wanted to take it with me to the Northwest.
Not a week before the drones received the goods, even I had not even taken my packs off, and they were on the tea table right now.
If I thought about it, I could tie some light food to a drone and then take advantage of the dark and use the visual barriers of the dead to carry some food to a dream.
I’d do everything I could to help them.
But now … after just a few days of dying, seeing that many people are warm, I suddenly feel like I’m starting to know that I used to be a pure, gruesome, super-martial.
If she came to beg me to give her something to eat, I could think about it.
But now what is she pulling?
I took out a piece of bread and bit it, and I took a picture of the bread and sent it to the group: It smells so good.
Yes, I did it on purpose.
Soon, a few of them blew up.
Land Dream: We’re all in the dormitory now, so bring your food and join us.
I only replied one word: no.
Ludm: What are you saying? You dare say that again? I want you to meet us with food. Now, now!
When I stopped coming back, a few other roommates began to change their past gestures, saying, “We didn’t mean anything, and it’s not safe for you to be out there alone.
“Yes, yes, you come to us, and we can all stand up. I’m sorry.
“I was just lying at the door. There’s no dead bodies near our dormitory. Come on. I’m sorry.
A: All right, can you guys do something? Why don’t you eat for 7 or 8 days? What’s the difference between her and her in our dorm? Chen Xi, don’t think you’re as good as you eat! I don’t need it anymore. It’s really your face. You deserve no friends.
I laughed, I wasn’t angry, I didn’t answer, I just turned the news into a no-disturbing mode, and I pressed the screen.
At night, the dead had no good vision and movement at night was much slower.
I’ve developed the habit of keeping lights and curtains open at night, but I see the outside world from time to time through the gap between the curtains.
Now there’s the Internet, talking to Mom and Dad every day, making sure that each other’s safety is my spiritual food.
Not hungry at night, I took a Coke while I was drinking and chatting with my mom and dad in a family group, and I mentioned the dormitory.
Mom says, “Do you have a drone?” Shall we bring them food?
I thought: No.
Mom sent a happy face bag: Our daughter is really changing. You’ve been delivering supplies to them for the rest of your life, and you’ve finally attracted the dead to the apartment.
To be honest, I haven’t responded to my mother’s rebirth cycle yet, listening to her. I’ve been so worried about my mother a lot.
I don’t know.
The end of the eighth day.
According to the book, a person cannot eat for more than a week, or else his or her life is at risk.
Yesterday, the wildest dreams in the community have subsided most of them under hunger.
So a proud man now begs me to eat three or four times: “Where are you hiding?” If we’re close to the dorm, we can send someone to get food.
“Chi Chen, I know I’ve done too much before. Don’t you see me like this, okay? You give us five bags of noodles. No, three. I’m sorry.
“I’m begging you, okay? If you don’t, I’ll kneel down and beg you. We’ll starve to death. We’re all classmates. I’m sorry.
“I was wrong. It was my fault. You just insult me and give me back what I’ve done to you. Just give me a bite to eat. I’m sorry.
I stood up and pulled a bag of noodles out of the living room.
Then he turned and walked into the kitchen, burning the water and preparing it for a noodle.
While waiting for hot water to burn, I did not hesitate to leave the dormitory.
Five.
The ninth day of the mortuary outbreak, the last thing I feared happened.
The network began to collapse, completely out of water and out of electricity.
It’s good to lose water and electricity. After all, I have enough potable water, and the toilet is full of running water. As for electricity, because the time is really too short, I don’t have time to buy solar panels, to be prepared for the maximum amount of recharging, and these are all filled up these days.
But the problem is I can’t get any more information from the outside and I can’t talk to Mom and Dad every day.
What can we do when the fear that’s out of touch with the world is stronger than the dead outside in a moment?
I had to cheer myself up. Mom said the dead would be under control in two months. It’s been almost ten days.
I made a lot of time-sensitive videos ahead of schedule, but only 10 of the chargers, so I’m only allowed two hours a day to play with my cell phone. The only way to play a mobile phone is to look at the early crayon novel or novel, and the rest of the time is to float around like a ghost.
By surprise, I saw a table-leg post that I bought home a long time ago, and I drew two carefully.
The mortuary broke out on the twelfth day.
I wish I could be more happy at this moment with my parents, even if they were snails, than now alone.
Living with Mom and Dad is the only thought I have now.
The last few days of power outages, I’m really going crazy, and I’m afraid I don’t have any idea what time it is if I don’t look at the pointers still moving on the watch.
The biggest activity now is to open the curtains at night and look outside. It has been almost two weeks since the explosion. Fear of the dead began to develop, and the fear of the dead has gradually developed into the courage of two or three people sneaking together to the streets to pick up the material, and some of them are able to spin around even if they meet a few, and then flee quickly.
Now, for example, I see a man in his thirties, tall and strong, with bandages on his arm, hiding behind a Land Cruiser, and a scout looking at the dead in front.
But the horror is that a dead body is standing quietly behind his post at this moment, just 10 metres from the man.
I covered my mouth, and my heart cried, “Look back, the dead are behind you, run!”
Finally, in this quiet night, a man’s horrifying cry was made downstairs.
I was hiding behind the curtains on the 13th floor, and I watched as far as this man was doing his best to confront the zombies, and it was a bit dazzling.
It’s like the shock of the first time you’ve seen a dead person’s film, but it’s a completely different moment, at a time when it’s all about the story in the movie, and it’s more dramatic.
If it wasn’t for the hungry, who would have taken the risk?
I sighs and quietly close the curtains.
The 16th day of the mortuary outbreak.
Today’s weather is exceptionally good, and the long-suffering sun is taking the city so brightly, that if it wasn’t for the empty streets, the ground was so full of shit, I would really think these days were just a nightmare.
It’s mid-September now, and the temperature is starting to fall, and I’m somewhat glad that it didn’t explode at the hottest moment, or that people like me who are born to fear heat and who can’t open air-conditioning rooms in the summer are really gonna cry.
When it got dark, I sat in front of the window, as usual, and this time I was bolder, and I opened a little window to get some air.
My house is on the 13th floor, a high level of security, and it is not my fault to know that the bodies around have begun to move to other places, far less than the first three days of the outbreak.
Occasionally, the sights sweep empty streets and see a corpse coming out of nowhere, or it’s a shock.
I looked out the window and suddenly saw a drone coming straight in my direction.
Six.
This one scared me, and the unconscious wanted to close the window until I saw a girl my age on the other side of the building, and she was waving at me, saying I was bringing in the drone.
I just found out there was a note on the drone.
I had some strange heart beats, and when I opened the window, I tore off the stickers on the drone and closed the curtains like a thief, which opened up and looked.
The curtains are written in several lines:
I live on the 15th floor, you live alone, right?
I’m going crazy without a net, and I’m starting to see the curtains on the 13th floor moving at night. I thought it was a delusion. I didn’t think there was anyone.
I’m Lim Orange. What’s your name?
It’s the first time I’ve spoken to people in this form, in a context like this, but I have to say I’m a little excited and happy, after all, for the first time in my life that I’ve been in contact with someone other than myself.
I ran to the desk, ripped off a piece of paper, and wrote back to the girl:
I’m Chen Xi, freshman.
And for the rest of the time, me and the oranges were writing each other’s notes, and gradually, with the initial lines, they could talk about a whole page of paper.
We talk about everything, from star gossip to professional subjects and even the emotional history of both sides.
I say I’m a single dog for 10,000 years, a female solo, and an orange return: that’s how we deserve to be gay.
I learned from the notes these days that the oranges were also a big freshman, and the most amazing thing about her was that she was a photography major, I was in class one, and the oranges were in class two.
And this wonderful fate has drawn into the distance between the two of us, and I have made an appointment with the oranges, and if we can get through this and wait for the day when the dead are completely contained, the two of us will be living together and talking to each other all night.
I’m curious to know how the oranges pre-positioned so much. Moreover, she had started a week earlier, and according to her description, her home was filled with material, except where she slept, leaving only the walkway.
I’m calling in, asking her what she thinks and why so much material was pre-positioned.
Lim Orange: Would you believe me if I said I was reborn?
When I saw this line of oranges, I said, without exaggeration, that my goosebumps were up, and I just thought it was really amazing.
The oranges asked: “Do you have enough?” If you don’t eat it, tell me. I’ll transport it with a drone.
Chen Chi, we can hold on till the day when the light comes back! Then we’ll be best friends!
Good friend.
That word is really nice.
It’s probably the first time since the end of the day that I’ve felt warmth in people other than my parents.
I’d be happy at the moment when she was willing to give it to me.
The 30th day of the dead.
The moonlight tonight is very gentle, and me and Orange are already smart enough to use the drones to tie two long lines in front of the two windows, so that even if the drones end up dead, we can pull long lines.
With the bright moonlight, I was lying on the windowsill, and I wrote a word in a clean piece of paper: Orange, I miss my parents.
VII
Today I wake up as usual, with a feeling of dizziness, and now in October, I’m cold enough to shake.
I had to go down to the living room and flip out a thermometer.
Thirty-nine degrees and nine degrees, I rarely get so high a fever, even more so in this troubled world.
I’m glad I got my pre-prepared accelerant, and I took one.
There was no stomach to eat, I drank some water, I went to the window stand, and the lumber oranges passed notes every day became a habit, and I wrote her a note that was uncomfortable today, and then went back to the bedroom on the second floor, wearing some more clothes, putting all winter’s feathers on my body, and then putting on a thick blanket to cover her back.
It was dark when I woke up again, and I was sweating, and I didn’t feel better, but I felt worse.
I’m trying to figure out the thermometer again, man. It’s going to be 40 degrees.
I’m scared. I’ve increased my dose.
This time, the fever has been repeated for almost three days, and the heat has not risen today, but it still hurts.
When I finished my medicine, I finally came to the window and lifted the corner of the curtains, and this piece of paper was about to fold into a hill.
I even opened the window and brought in the note, and it was all oranges who were worried about me.
And then, looking across the street, the oranges were right in front of the windowsill, and she sent me the piece of paper that had just been written.
Are you feeling better? Three days in front of the bars, you finally came out. I thought you were eaten by a corpse! _
I don’t care how surprised I am. I’ve been in front of windows for a few days.
I felt guilty and moved. My fever’s gone. It’s better now. Sorry.
You’re fine! By the way, did you hear something loud? _
I don’t know. What horn? Maybe I didn’t know because I was too weak.
This is another explanation:
[The loudspeaker at the school the other day made a sound, saying that the survivors could go to the base on their own, if they had passed a machine test at the door to make sure that the body was not infected, that there was the safest protection in the base, that there was a day of basic food, and that there was a network! I checked. The base’s near the high iron station. You want to go? _
High iron station? It’s not nearly half an hour away from us.
We do not have the means of transport and are better off living in our own small homes with sufficient supplies.
As long as we don’t get out, we’ll never bring the zombies up.
When I passed on my ideas to the oranges, the oranges voted in favour, and we both decided not to move.
Clearly, the survivors around are already moving, and it’s now almost 30 days before ordinary people, even if they have the habit of keeping food in their homes, are more likely than passive waiting to die.
I have seen a lot of people driving in the dark trying to escape, some lucky to get in, and then running, while others were found dead before they got on the bus, and changed directly.
VIII
The mortuary burst 60 days ago.
I haven’t been in touch with Mom and Dad for over a month. I wonder if Mom and Dad are okay?
This unknown fear is always magnified at night.
Why, if it’s been two months, my mother told me that the corpse would be under control in two months, but I can’t see anything better now.
Has the story of this world changed? It’s not impossible to think, after all, that the world has been full of zombies for 10 minutes.
Where is the end date?
The mortuary burst 90 days ago.
It’s been three months, and I’ve got a lot of supplies, and I’ve only had half of them, but I’ve only had three months of auntie towels for girls, but it’s okay.
I sent some bags of ketchup to the lumber, and she said she bought it with her own hands, but it was delicious, and now she’s finished, but she’s sick.
I happen to like it, too, with three boxes left. I gave her two and left one.
It’s hard to imagine that I and she can become such close friends in the end, from understanding to taste to taste.
The dead one hundred days.
The weather has completely cooled, and it’s mid-November, and a semester is coming. It’s hard to imagine that we’ve been running out of time since the beginning of military training.
The silence grew more and more at night, and it was not known how many people had survived in these buildings, except me and the oranges.
All I know is that the streets are desolate, the autumn wind rises, the leaves fall, and even the dead are rarely seen.
The mortuary burst 120 days ago.
Today I have a very significant discovery that I see downstairs men in bulletproof cars, even tanks, in camouflage clothes, who have wiped out a lot of wandering zombies, and I wonder if I would cry when I saw them because of their shallow eyes, because I remembered the line on the Internet: someone would always take your weight.
For some reason, looking at the faces of those in camouflage clothes, I suddenly seemed to have been injected into power, and the day when the greater faith came back to light was getting closer to us.
The dead one hundred fifty days.
It’s not my fault that it’s almost New Year’s, but I know that it’s not yet the day of total Zero.
The police uncles who were patrolling the streets, who were in a state of shock, seemed to have no fear of dead bodies. Orange had a radio set up before the end of the day, and occasionally received outside information.
Occasionally, pedestrians were dressed in thick clothes, looking at the surrounding environment while going out, and were driven back directly by the police before taking a few steps, and shot in the head if they encountered a corpse.
And at night, behold, the door of my house was blown down softly, and I was like a rabbit in shock, and turned my head towards the door of a closed house.
Nine.
And it was at that time that a voice was down at the door, saying: “We are the daughters.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, crawling through the door and screaming: Mom and Dad?
Hey! _
It’s really my parents. I worked so hard to move the tea and push the door.
And the curtains came down with two faces, old and familiar.
I just cried.
After my parents came in, I held them in my arms for a long time and I didn’t want to let them go, and all I had to do was let them go.
My mom was crying, and she kept touching me on my shoulder: Let’s see. It’s nice. It’s fatter than last time I saw you.
And Dad took a tear, and he beat me in the head, “Well, that’s a big kid, all the slugs are out. I’m sorry.
When I sat down on the couch, I looked at my mom and dad’s horny, white hair, and the sound was a little stingy: “Mom and Dad, you’ve lost weight. I’m sorry.
They’re both skinny. What’s going on?
“Girl, it doesn’t matter. It’s all over now that we’re all together. I’m sorry.
I wouldn’t use those words to make them tell the truth.
It turns out my parents got on a car to my city hours before the mortem broke out.
Ten minutes after the stop, mass explosions had begun.
I can’t help but cover my mouth: “That is, you were in my city before the mortuary broke out, and you lived here for months? I’m sorry.
You lied to me about keeping a lot of stuff in your old house.
“I was desperate at first, and your mother and I were desperate, but after your mother was reborn several times, and each time she woke up in a moving car, your mother and I came to a compromise, and we took a decision, and we didn’t care, but you had two months in advance to hide your stuff. That’s why…”
“Why didn’t you tell me the truth at first? Where have you and Mom been hiding for months? I’m sorry.
“Dumb boy, we told you the truth. Can you still sit down? How are you doing these days?
It’s nothing. Your mother and I moved and ran without anyone’s knowledge, ran out of here for five minutes, kept as much food as possible at the convenience store, and then hid in a storage room at the high iron station.
It’s a wonderful place your mother was reborn many times. It’s remote, and because it’s small and the door is strong.
Whenever your mother and I can’t get through this, we’ll get to see our little girl and family together. I’m sorry.
And when I looked at my changing looks, my mother was busy and said, “Don’t worry about my daughter, it was a little hard the previous month, and then the base was built by the high iron station, and your father and I thought of a way to escape the corpses from the base. I’m sorry.
But you lost a lot of weight.
I couldn’t say a word with tears all day and stood up: Mom and Dad, I’ll get you something to eat.
I’m tearing my tears while tearing my bag of frozen dumplings.
I didn’t want to cry, but I couldn’t stop crying, I couldn’t wipe it.
I never knew my parents had suffered so much in these months, but they chose nothing to keep me from worrying.
Since the beginning of the past few days, circuit water has begun to recover.
Mom and Dad ate with me, and I sat down, and the dumplings were hot, and the family was at the table.
One more look at the time, and it’s already past zero. Today is the beginning of the year.
Although the outside environment is still difficult, I feel that this is the happiest year of my life.
Ten.
One hundred and fifty days after the dead.
I’ve been comfortable with my mom and dad living in this 30-square nest, my mom and dad sleeping upstairs in the main bedroom, and I’m sleeping on the living room couch.
At first, my father refused to allow me to sleep upstairs with my mother, and when I refused, he had to obey me.
The day when a family is reunited, even the time of the Last Day is less difficult.
Our family still rarely goes out of the house, and while the zombies now appear to be under control, there is a risk of infection before the day when the State declares zero.
I’ve been passing notes with the oranges every day, and she’s very envious of me when she learns that my parents are dying to come to me, and I don’t know why I never heard her mention her parents, but I didn’t ask much.
It’s been 170 days since the dead.
It is now springing and the basic water and electricity network has been fully restored, as if it were nothing more than a closed isolation.
This day, when I prepared my mother’s food, my father poured water on my dying cactus, and there was suddenly a cheer.
What’s going on?
My mom and I were face-to-face, almost at the same time, pulled out their cell phones.
As a result, many headlines have been sent on the phone.
The dead are completely emptied. We made it! We won!
The sound of running and cheering has already been heard outside the corridor, and I sit on the ground all of a sudden.
This nightmare is finally over.
I don’t know.
Another year of school, who would have thought that I had been a freshman in military training and that this time had become my sister?
I met some of my classmates, but they seemed to whisper to me.
I heard Rudd died, starved. And somehow I saw the news of my death being spread.
But now I don’t care what they think of me or whether they’re alone.
After all this time, my personality has changed dramatically.
And then, suddenly, my shoulder was filmed, and there came a sound of joy behind me:
“Hello, I’m a friend of the Communists, we finally meet!” This time, we’ll talk face to face all night. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
