In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant water is everywhere.

If you smell it for a long time, you will want to vomit.

Everyone was in a hurry, and my parents sat on the chairs next to them with tired looks.

I leaned back on the edge of the bed and stared at the sleeping man in the hospital bed.

The noise around him didn't seem to affect his reads in the slightest.

The person lying on the bed was my brother, who had just graduated from college, and my dad drove him to the new company in the morning, but he didn't expect that my brother was bitten on the shoulder by a madman who rushed out of nowhere as soon as he got out of the car.

A large piece of meat was bitten off.

When my mom and I got the news and rushed to the hospital, we saw the cold lights in the operating room and my dad on the floor.

A doctor who was familiar with him on a daily basis came halfway through, and after a few words of reassurance, he left.

Late at night.

The room was silent, with only the faint ticking sound of instruments around.

My dad went to the hallway to smoke, and my mom fell asleep on the couch next to me.

After calming my future sister-in-law in another city, I walked back to my hospital bed.

My brother woke up once in the afternoon, but only shouted twice and then fell asleep again.

Everyone has a sixth sense, and it's like my right eyelid that keeps jumping from the time I learned my brother was injured to the time he left the operating room was a sign of something earth-shattering to come.

At 2:20 a.m., the nurses on duty also fell asleep in their seats.

I grabbed a cup of hot water, and when I returned to the hospital room through the quiet corridor, I saw my mother lying on the ground and my brother convulsing on the hospital bed.

The glass of water fell and the spilled water burned my feet.

When I stumbled and called for the nurse, the nurse called for the doctor, the doctor called for more doctors, and used a lot of unknown instruments on my brother.

I knew what was going on in the straight lines and the shrill sound of the instrument.

It's much calmer than you expected.

When the doctor shook his head at us, my mother fell to her knees, praying for a miracle to bring her son back to life.

My dad covered his face and cried bitterly.

We have three children, my brother, me, and a 7-year-old brother reads.

Life and death are an insurmountable line, and as I stood in front of my brother's bed, looking at the nurse who had removed the instrument, I suddenly realized that no matter how close I stood with him, I felt far away

That night, the hospital where my brother left received 117 bite patients.

All 117 people died that night, and none of them survived.

Desolate cries kept coming from the beds, swearing the collapse of a family.

When the first scream came from the other side of the room, the tearful grandmother just dragged her 7-year-old brother out of the elevator.

A large number of doctors and nurses poured into the ward at the end

Ten minutes later, two people with bloody faces rushed out of the ward and bit people on sight.

Suddenly, the hallway was filled with screams of panic.

The dead opened their eyes at the piercing screams

After two months of hiding in the back kitchen of the hospital cafeteria, my brother, dressed in a hospital gown and covered in decay, wandered outside the kitchen window.

My mom and grandmother started to burst into tears the moment they saw my brother.

The 7-year-old brother pointed outside and said, "My brother is there." "But my dad covered his mouth

The night my brother went was the end of our family, and everyone else.

All the people in the hospital who had died woke up within half an hour.

The surprised family members and doctors were bitten before they could cheer, and the original cheers turned into heart-rending screams.

For a time, the heaven of salvation evolved into the hell of Shura.

When I dragged the family to grieve and wanted to escape from the hospital, I found that the entire hospital was completely sealed.

People outside don't seem willing to let us out.

By the time we hid in the back kitchen of the cafeteria, the whole hospital was already boiling.

No one knows what's going on.

The dead suddenly come back to life, and then bite and eat the living around them.

The doors of the hospital were opened half a month later.

There were no imaginary medical teams and police cars outside the door.

The streets were silent, with garbage bags and newspapers blown through the streets by the wind

My name is He Mo, female, a junior in college.

My brother's name is He Tiantian, and we call him baby.

He was an extrovert before the outside world became like this.

When the walking corpse wanders around us, roaring in search of prey, he will only cower in the arms of his parents and grandmother without squeaking.

In the two months we were in the back kitchen, we used a radio left by an unknown master to learn about the situation outside.

An unknown virus hit us in that alternating season of spring and summer.

There is no medical solution to this virus, and the human immune system is useless in the face of such viruses.

Once infected, they die quickly.

And the only way to spread is through contact with guò bodily fluids, the most direct is biting.

From the bite of the walking dead.

You read that right, dead people who stand up and walk.

People infected with the virus will die quickly, and then stand up again after a complete death.

It is not a resurrection, but a rebirth.

The person who woke up was no longer the same person, and they stood again for only one purpose, and that was to eat.

And the people we who live are food.

At the beginning of the broadcast, a lot of messages were delivered.

But after a month, the radio was not broadcast again.

There is no channel doing any coverage.

There was no more screaming in the hospital for a long time.

After the tall doctor had been pushed to the ground by a group of wandering living dead in the courtyard and eaten by him, there was no second living person for the next month, except for our family.

The day before the broadcast went off, the radio was still stressing that no longer treat those who come back from the dead as companions, they are long dead, and now the only way for them to eat you and kill them completely is to smash their heads.

It's already July, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, the power of the refrigerator was cut off the day before yesterday, and the food we rely on for survival in the huge refrigerator is quickly deteriorating and smelling.

After picking and cooking some to survive, after a meal, every day and my grandmother had very strict diarrhea.

The mother held the prostrated baby and washed her face with tears all night.

My dad crouched in the corner and smoked out the boxes of cigarettes he had hidden in the cupboard.

After feeding my grandmother some boiling water, I got up and walked over to the cupboard.

There were knives to chop bones.

As I took the knife in my hand, I heard movement, and my dad got up from the ground, stared at me twice, and then said, "Girl? What are you doing with a knife? ”

My dad is not young anymore, and his hair has almost all turned gray in the past two months.

When he stood up from the ground, his hand holding the cigarette was still trembling slightly.

The sudden departure of my brother was fatal to him and his mother and grandmother, but reality cruelly threw us into the world of despair before they didn't even give them even an hour to heal.

I looked at my mother and grandmother on the other side and whispered to my father: "This is the hospital, there must be a lot of medicine in the outpatient building, I will go find some and bring them back for the baby and grandmother." ”

My dad's face twitched hard, and his voice trembled a little: "You want to go out?" You know what's going on out there? ”

"I know, but if there is no medicine, my grandmother and baby will die." I'm very straightforward.

My dad knows a lot more than I do, and there's no need to beat around the bush at times like this.

Sure enough, after hearing this, my dad was silent for a long time, and then took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand and snuffed it out: "You stay here with your mother, and I'll go find medicine." ”

"Dad." I sighed, "There can't be no one here, you have to stay and protect Mom." ”

All children are the hearts and minds of their parents, and I don't know what it's like for my dad to watch his daughter go out after compromise.

Anyway, walking in the bloodstained hospital yard with a kitchen knife in my hand, I felt very uncomfortable.

I took it as lightly as I could, and I was like a frightened rabbit, trembling all over my body, paying attention to the movements in front and back, left and right.

The outpatient building is right in front of the cafeteria.

Soon walked to the main entrance of the outpatient building.

Along the way, I only saw a pool of black blood on the ground, covered with flies and mosquitoes.

There were side entrances on both sides of the outpatient building, and I quickly flashed in from the right side against the wall.

The once crowded outpatient building was now empty, littered with fallen shoes, clothes, medicine bottles, and even a severed hand full of maggots in front of the door when I passed through a hospital room.

Covering his mouth and forcibly suppressing the nausea that swelled up, he bypassed his broken hand, leaned against the wall and took two deep breaths, and then pushed open the door of the first outpatient room with a steady mind.