In the suburbs in the middle of the night, soldiers with guns were guarding an old building that seemed to be abandoned, and the front and back of the building were wasteland.

A burst of scent hit, smelling like a sun-baked floral, thick enough to stuff your nose and warm enough to make your mind weary.

It's just, where did the flowers come from nearby? The soldiers standing guard had just remembered this, but it was already too late, and their sober will was gradually lost in the incense......

This is the quarantine zone of 002, a space where after the Third World War, when the nations shifted from nuclear weapons to biological and chemical weapons, everything became out of control when the first living dead from a virus infection stepped out of the lab.

Everyone was kept in solitary isolation, and normally, no one would know how many others were imprisoned here like themselves, with the exception of the man who was locked in the corner of the top floor, who had a clairvoyant eye that could see beyond the walls.

He was firmly tied to the bed, with a muzzle similar to that worn by dangerous dogs, and only one medical staff dressed in white cleaned up his excrement and took blood for examination every day.

If his superpowers were placed in the city that never sleeps, he might become a figure like the God of Gamblers, but there is no use here, and he only occasionally peeps into a few other rooms to pass the time when he is bored. However, the quarantiners in the other rooms were just like him, unable to move and unsightly, so he soon lost his interest in voyeurism.

There was no clock here, and he could only tell from the number of times he saw the white-clothed medic that four days had passed, and he was like a condemned prisoner, feeling that on the one hand the days were like years, and on the other hand, he was terrified of the passage of time—he was afraid that one day when he opened the door and walked in, it was not the medalder, but a soldier with a gun, and he was killed with one shot.

He didn't think he was the living dead, but he couldn't guarantee that the army wouldn't "rather kill a thousand by mistake than spare one."

So tonight, when he opened the door and came in, he was still familiar with the white clothes, he didn't feel relieved.

However, there was a vague sense that something was wrong.

I saw that the medical nurse took off his mask and slowly walked towards him with a square face.

It stands to reason that for fear of being infected, medical staff never take off their masks or gloves in the face of quarantined people like them.

The doctor looked at him, the scalpel in his hand flashed silver, and the man's whole body froze, thinking that he was going to become a dead soul under the knife.

After a while, the man realized that the medical staff had just waved a knife to untie the shackles on his body.

Before the man could react, something that looked like a map had been stuffed into his hand.

"Wait a minute, there will be a power outage in this building, you can escape from the chaos, if you can escape alive, follow the map, find the passage, and you can lead to another world." The medic whispered.

The man's eyes were wide open in confusion.

Where did he dare to flee rashly? Who knows if it will be shot into a honeycomb?

The medic seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "At midnight tonight, the army will kill all the people in the distance zone, and you can choose not to risk it, stay here and die." It's just that as a doctor, I have to tell you responsibly – you are not infected at all. ”

"Really?" The man was aroused by his survival instinct and excitedly grabbed the arm of the medalder.

The medic made a cut in his hand with a scalpel, then grabbed the man's hand and slashed it on his index finger.

The man watched as his blood dripped into the wounds of the medical care - people said that the virus of the living dead was contracted through the blood, and that he was brought here because he was attacked by the living dead and stained with the blood of the living dead.

"You can believe it, right? You are not infected at all. If you don't leave, you're dead in vain. The medic pledged with his life.

With that, the paramedic exited the door, but did not relock it.

The man looked at the hidden door, and then turned to the map in his hand, on which there was a line of words: "Listen, there is a vast universe on the other side: let's go!" —E.E. Cummings"

Fleeing to another vast universe, is it possible to escape from the pursuit of the army; Is there no more raids by the living dead; Isn't it...... Can you live? He clenched the map in his hand.

Fifteen minutes before midnight, all the lights in the building went out at the same time, and the radius was completely dark for several miles.

This strange phenomenon did not provoke any movement from the guards - if anyone had good enough night vision, they would have found themselves lying on the ground.

In this dark night, I saw a few figures in front and behind, and then disappeared in a squirming footsteps.

Two heads poked their heads out of the wasteland, watching from afar.

"Are you sure these people can reach the magnetic field without any problems?" One of the two asked, sounding like a woman.

"Of course not sure...... These people can be caught here as superpowers, what else can I guarantee for them? Another male voice responded, clearly a "medical care".

"Forget it, it's up to people to make things happen, and it's up to heaven to make things happen." The woman said again.

The male "doctor" stretched out his hand and said with a gloomy smile: "This kind of resignation is not our style. Don't worry, my body has just been stained with the blood of the infected, and I'll infect a few more superpowers. Our plan will not fail, because I will not give up until it succeeds. ”

Infect people with superpowers, and then try to get them out of this space...... He will repeat the steps until the living dead fill all the spaces and the world is in chaos.

"The birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden, the cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackeys are cooking", the so-called principals from ancient times to the present are all such goods. If you want to free the good bow that has been hidden, you must create a "flying bird" that will bring disaster.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the tacit understanding over the years had already made them see each other's shadows on anyone's face.

"But what about your son? Can you be sure that he can't make a mistake? The male "meder" asked rhetorically.

The woman frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "How many times have I said that I don't have such a thing as a 'son'. ”

In her mind, only the 49 companions who grew up with her and were nurtured together are relatives. Son? Just hearing this call made her shiver with resistance.

"But, according to human parlance, isn't it your son who comes out of your belly?" The other party deliberately teased again.

"Ho! Child! Forest! She stared at the other man, her eyes almost bursting into flames.

The "medical care" was amused even more, how could he have seen Lu Shuangshuang's poker face have such a rich expression? She is still attached to someone else, and she is cuter.