Chapter 1: The Night of the Dead

December 22, winter solstice, sunny and breezy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info For this city in the north, today is the shortest day of the year and the longest night of the year. Mo Bei quietly watched the sun gradually turning west, and his black and white pupils were full of distorted blood and deep fear. Holding out his hand to the sun, his fingers slightly open with some dark and brown dirty marks, the sun and the horizon hanging right at the place of the middle and little fingers.

A spacing between two fingers represents fifteen minutes, and the distance between the middle and little fingers represents half an hour before the sun sinks below the horizon. There is still half an hour left in the sun today, and how many people will be able to see the sun tomorrow?

"Wenwen, she has a fever!" The tired voice sounded in Mo Bei's ears, and it was Chen Xiao'an who slowly moved to Mo Bei's side to speak. Until a month ago, he was a brother sleeping on the bunk opposite Mo Bei, until that day, after the hysterical screams sounded on the campus, Mo Bei and Chen Xiaoan became companions on the way to escape.

Mo Bei turned his head to look at Chen Xiao'an, and saw in a trance the appearance of the four roommates wandering around the school on those sunny days, and then the warm sunlight was replaced by piercing screams and crimson blood, the old horse was bitten off his neck, and An Guang was strangled to death on the third night on the way to escape.

Mo Bei's gaze seemed to make Chen Xiao'an a little uneasy, he slightly tilted his head to look at the sinking sun, his eyes were the same fear as Mo Bei, this action made Mo Bei break free from the memories that seemed to be far away.

"Does she have a fever?low fever or high fever?" Mo Bei's voice trembled imperceptibly, what a fever meant in this damn world Mo Bei and Chen Xiaoan knew very well. In the dark night, the breath of these living people was like a torch in the dark, and when they had a fever, they poured some oil on the torch, and the fierce flames would not only kill themselves but also easily kill others.

"High fever!"

"And what do you want?"

"I don't want to die!"

"Wenwen is your girlfriend. Mo Bei's voice gradually calmed down, and the tremor had completely disappeared, like a powerless struggle after dying.

"Yes, but I don't want to die!" Chen Xiaoan's voice carried a shuddering chill and indifference, which made Mo Bei a little uncomfortable. Wenwen is Mo Bei and Chen Xiaoan's classmate, a very cute southern girl, there were many people in the class who liked her at that time, including Mo Bei, this love lasted until one day when Mo Bei was running in the morning, he met Chen Xiaoan and Wen Wen who were coming out of a small alley and preparing to return to school outside the school gate. There are many express hotels in that dark and dirty alley.

Waving his hand weakly as an answer, Mo Bei had lost interest in speaking. Chen Xiaoan is Wenwen's boyfriend, he has already made a choice, but Mo Bei, an ordinary classmate, is powerless to fight for anything, not to mention that he has experienced too many things in the past month, and Mo Bei has become indifferent and even cold-blooded.

Mo Bei's acquiescence seemed to make Chen Xiaoan breathe a sigh of relief, and it seemed that Mo Bei also agreed that after he did this, the little bit of guilt left had someone to help him bear. It's not that I don't want to save you, it's that everyone doesn't want to save you, with this thought in his mind Chen Xiaoan returned to his room under the indifferent gazes of other people in the living room, Wenwen was having a high fever on the bed in that room, Chen Xiaoan had to find a way to get her out of the room, and his time was running out.

"Fifteen minutes left, let's get ready. Today is the winter solstice, and the night will be extraordinarily long. It's still the old way, everyone is divided into three waves, even if people are going to die, everyone will die at once, and there are people here and the two apartments opposite. I'll talk about the ugly things first, in case someone in one room is attacked, don't lead those ghost things to other apartments, otherwise even if you can survive tonight, others will definitely kill you!" "The person who spoke is called Wang Dynasty, Wang Dynasty is a fat man who is not tall or short, a month ago he was a butcher who killed pigs, and now he is a person with more power to speak in this small team of twelve people, and he also accounts for more resources in the team.

Except for the dynasty, no one else spoke, and the people who did not belong to this room left silently, and the dynasty, Mo Bei, Chen Xiaoan, and two or three other people looked at these people with a palpitating glint in their eyes.

This place is called Ping'an Community, at least Mobei likes to call it that, this community is more than 200 kilometers away from the school in Mobei, and they arrived here in Mobei five days ago. Because it was cloudy a few days ago and the winter solstice was approaching, and it was relatively safe here, the team stayed here for a few more days, preparing to move after the winter solstice.

This apartment is on the 16th floor of a building in the Ping'an community, and the 16th floor is also the tallest building in the community. The tallest building, the highest floor, means that the sunlight will arrive a little earlier, and it also means that the sunlight will be here for the longest time and the most yang, so it's not a good place for those things. Those things don't like here, it's safest for the living.

The mottled walls were large patches of dry and blackened blood, the silent apartment shivered in the cold wind that penetrated the broken windows, and the light began to dim significantly, Mo Bei glanced at the sunset nostalgically and changed into a down jacket soaked in cold water for a day, the wet and cold down jacket can lower some of Mo Bei's body temperature and make his heat loss less obvious, which can make his 'torch' in the dark not difficult to be conspicuous, this kind of camouflage can make people look similar to living corpses in the eyes of those things. The cold and wet down jacket made Mo Bei shiver, gritted his teeth fiercely, Mo Bei crawled to his position in the corner, silently praying that the wet down jacket would not make him have a fever the next day, and beside him was a diesel generator wrapped in layers.

On the other side, Chen Xiaoan took Wenwen, who was already a little burnt, out of the room and into the bathroom, where the bathtub was already filled with water. The water is not too cold and not hot, this water can lower Wenwen's body temperature without making her hypothermic in a short period of time, if Chen Xiaoan can change Wenwen's water more than three times at night, then if Wenwen is lucky, Wenwen can still see the sun the next day.

In the dark corner, Mo Bei looked at Chen Xiao'an silently, he knew that Chen Xiao'an would definitely not change the water for Wenwen tonight, because Chen Xiao'an used a thin fishing line to connect the water plug in the bathtub under Wenwen's body, Wenwen became a fishing bait, and if necessary, Chen Xiaoan would pull this fishing line to release this bait.

Soon the faint light disappeared completely, and after a brief silence, something seemed to be slowly repeating itself in the darkness. Mo Bei stared at the locked apartment door, and the fear in his eyes was almost crazy. Mo Bei, Chen Xiao'an, Wang Dynasty, the three people in the room all made no sound as if they were dead.

It would be nice if you could make yourself pretend to be dead, if you could make your body temperature go to zero, then none of those 'things' would have a week for Mo Bei. The fortune teller in the team said that the yang energy is also gone, and when the yang energy disappears, those things will never see you again. It's a pity that the fortune teller can't see him anymore.

Mo Bei was thinking nonsense, because if he didn't think about it, he might soon go crazy, and in the month since he left school, he realized how terrifying those things that should only exist in legends are, and how much those things are longing for the flesh and blood of the living, this longing that seems to have been suppressed for thousands of years seems to be even more crazy than those living corpses.

The three apartments occupied by the living fell into absolute dead silence, but the world did not fall silent at night. The swaying figures in the 'safe community' appeared in the moonlight, and the street lamps that had been completely extinguished could not reflect their appearance. Occasionally, there was a roar that made all who were still alive tremble.

These things are living corpses, living corpses, and no one knows where these things came from, except that when the streets began to mess up, the corpses of the hunted living began to appear in large numbers, and these corpses destroyed city after city until the human world was reduced to ruins. If this kind of apocalypse has been discussed in countless American movies and TV series and in China, then the coming of hell has pushed everyone to the brink of destruction.

Time has passed little by little, and Mobei's wet down jacket is no longer dripping, and tonight seems to be no different from the past four or five nights. Those things don't like the sixteenth floor, and they don't seem to be too lazy to wander here, Mo Bei relaxed his vigilance a little, but he still held a dead branch in his hand with his eyes wide open.

Wang Dynasty glanced at the direction of Mo Bei and Chen Xiao'an, he looked down on these two college students a little, what is the use of a university diploma in the damn world that has become like this? It is better than the pig-killing knife that he is holding tightly in his hand at this time, Wang Chao has used this knife to kill pigs for ten years, even those who are weaker are afraid of his knife. However, these two college students are also ruthless guys, especially the girlfriend named Chen Xiaoan, who can even give up when he is sweet and can give up, and his heart is really black enough. Also distracted by his thoughts, the dynasty only hoped that tonight would be as safe as it had been for the past few days.

No one knew what the other party was thinking in the dark, Chen Xiaoan silently tightened the fishing line in his hand, he only hoped that Wenwen could hold on for a while, it was best to burn a little harder, and it was best to hold on until he needed it, anyway, Wenwen would always die, why couldn't he make something for him Chen Xiaoan before he died?

'Whew!'

A cold wind slowly blew along the wall, and in the darkness it was like someone was blowing softly in their ears, and this wind made all the living people on the sixteenth floor nervous, and countless experiences told these living people that this was one of the signs of the appearance of those ghosts.

The cold wind blew through the corridors on the sixteenth floor, occasionally whirling in the empty apartments, bringing a few pieces of broken paper flying out, the silence of the empty corridors was crazy, and the ghosts began to come out looking for 'food'.