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Chapter 1: Spring Festival

Saturday, February 9, 2013, the Chinese New Year. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At 12:21 Beijing time, it suddenly began to snow in the sky, and the temperature plummeted. In less than half an hour, the outside temperature dropped to about minus 20 degrees. At this time, whether it is Asia or Africa, whether it is the United States or China, it is all snowdrifting. It was a heavy snowfall on a global scale, with low temperatures and severe cold for four hours, and the number of people affected around the world was increasing by the hour.

Four hours later, the global snowfall stopped without warning, and the snow melted and evaporated within a dozen minutes of the sun coming out, and the temperature suddenly returned to normal levels.

The strange snow has alarmed some people, but most Chinese are still immersed in the atmosphere of celebrating the Spring Festival. No one could have imagined that the belated end of the world would quietly come in such a way.

"Xiao Mo, there is a call from the hospital, I have to rush to work overtime. The dumplings are all wrapped, you can cook and eat them yourself! ”

"Got it!"

Zhang Zimo poked his head out of his room and found that his father had gone out in a hurry, and the living room was empty, only the Spring Festival Gala on TV was still going on.

He pushed the computer chair and walked out of the room with his slippers on his feet. The big man of 1.83 meters nested into the sofa in the living room, and suddenly the already small living room became even more crowded.

"Dear audience friends......"

The pictures on the TV screen are all the same, and the harmonious and beautiful motherland ushered in the new year in the sound of firecrackers.

"Damn! It's all this pit daddy's Spring Festival Gala! Muttering and scolding, Zhang Zimo shook the remote control in his hand, felt his right hand into the gap between the sofa cushions for a while, and took out a box of soft white sand.

Putting the cigarette case in his arms, he leaned out and pedaled the wooden coffee table with a little force, and the coffee table moved back more than ten centimeters in response, revealing an open shoe box full of various lighters underneath.

Zhang Zimo's addiction to smoking is not big, and he only wants to smoke two cigarettes occasionally. However, his father was a doctor, with a strict style of life and a rigid personality, and he was strictly forbidden to smoke. As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance. Zhang's father checked the cigarettes strictly at home, and Zhang Zimo hid cigarettes at home secretly.

After watching TV for a while, and waiting for a cigarette to finish, he swaggered to the bathroom and flushed the cigarette butt down the toilet, which was considered to be the destruction of the body.

Zhang Zimo, male, 25 years old, 1.83 meters tall, weighing 78 kilograms, strong and muscular well-proportioned, a standard northern man. This baby has grown up like a tiger since he was a child, and he has grown up with an angular face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the neighbors inside and outside the building will praise him when they see him, and the young man is really handsome.

He was a sports student in college, went to a local secondary college, and after graduation, he enrolled in a public high school in the city as a physical education teacher. When his parents divorced, he lived in a three-bedroom house with his father, and when he went to work, he educated his children like a person, and stayed at home to play games and play in the dark during the holidays. Although the personality is big and a little grumpy, but in general he is still a positive, optimistic and cheerful young man.

After returning from the bathroom, Zhang Zimo went directly back to his room. The computer window stays on the news interface, and the games and buttons are hanging. Most of the news scrolling on the page was about the heavy snow that covered the world in the afternoon and the consequences of it.

Zhang Zimo refreshed the webpage and found that the official number of snow disaster deaths had risen by three digits in just a while. He smacked his tongue in his heart, the city where his home is located is a northern city, and it was cold to catch up with the cooling in the past few days, plus most people stayed at home to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, so there has been no news of freezing to death.

Like other countries such as Africa and Australia, the losses are heavy, many people are unable to avoid freezing to death and being buried in the heavy snow, and after four hours the snow suddenly melts, and the corpses are still fresh.

"Isn't the end of the world long over?" He muttered as he switched web windows and continued watching his basketball game.

At 9:10 p.m. on February 9, 2013, Zhang Zimo was still at home watching a domestic college basketball league broadcast live on his computer, and he didn't know anything about the situation outside.

On Ren'ai Street, 10 kilometers away from his home, the entrance to the city's No. 3 Hospital was blocked, and the hospital corridors were full of patients who were in a fever and coma.

At 9:30, Zhang Zimo changed his posture and put his feet on the computer desk. The game was going on on the computer screen, and the black kid in the blue jersey threw a long-range three-pointer, and the ball spun around the basket a few times and didn't go in. He slammed the computer desk and scolded, "Damn! ”

At this time, Dr. Zhang Yuming, who was very busy, took advantage of a gap to turn around and walk towards the inpatient building. He is a brain surgeon, and the third floor houses several of the patients he is responsible for. This time the flu was menacing, and he was worried about his patients and wanted to see how they were doing.

At 9:55, Zhang Zimo in front of the computer stared and gritted his teeth, and pressed his fist against the computer screen, as if the computer was his father's killer. On the screen, the game has reached a critical time, and it was the little black man who grabbed the ball, rushed up with an arrow, jumped up, and dunked, but his hand shook and poured it into the air. Zhang Zimo scolded and slammed his fist on the computer desk, shaking the computer non-stop.

At the same time, in Ward 305 on the third floor of the inpatient building of the Third Hospital, Zhang Yuming put away the medical records, showed a slightly soft expression on his serious face, and said to the young man who was still sitting on the bed with gauze wrapped around his head: "I have recovered well, and I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." ”

At ten o'clock, the electronic perpetual calendar in Zhang's living room sounded the time on time.

Zhang Zimo's game went to overtime. One of the black athletes he was most optimistic about made frequent mistakes, which provoked him to pound the table and scold his mother. Suddenly, the black man, who was fighting with one of the opposing players for a basketball, let out a high-pitched howl, threw away the basketball he had grabbed, and pounced on the athlete next to him.

"Damn! Stupid x, commit ......! Before Zhang Zimo's word "rules" came out, he was shocked by the next scene on the screen, and he couldn't make any sound with his mouth open. I saw on the computer screen, a black man in a blue jersey threw a tall blonde white young man to the ground, bit the white man's neck, blood splattered, screams rang out, and he tore it up.

Because of the sudden occurrence, the camera is just zoomed in, and the close-up shot is extremely clear. The black man's eyes were cloudy, his face was covered with blood, and a bloody piece of flesh hung from his mouth. Underneath him, the white young athlete was gnawed to a blur of flesh, blood stained the ground red, and an eyeball rolled out of its socket and lay in a puddle of blood, shocking.

"Iru, the little leopard from Grove University, doesn't seem to be in good shape today, I heard that he went into battle with an illness, and last night he had a fever and fell into a coma, what a strong lad. Speaking of last night, the heavy snow came really inexplicably, Klein, you seem to have a cold and fever too, right? Oh! Look! God, let's zoom in, Iru fouled and he attacked the ...... of Atlantis"

The narrator's voice stopped abruptly, the camera flipped a few times, and then a stream of blood slowly covered the entire screen. There were terrifying howls, terrible screams, and piercing cries coming from the computer speakers, and it was not difficult to imagine a huge riot taking place on the live broadcast site.

Zhang Zimo stared at a blood-red computer screen in a daze, his head in chaos. He's sure he's watching a live basketball game, not a horror movie, but what's going on?

At the same moment, 10 kilometers away, the No. 3 Municipal Hospital was instantly reduced from a place of saving lives to hell on earth. The patient, who had been in a coma with a fever, burst out and attacked the people around him, and the blood stained the entire hospital.

In ward 305 on the third floor of the inpatient building, Zhang Yuming turned his back to the sturdy young man on the bed behind him, and was checking the paralyzed old man lying on the bed in front of him. The old man's eyes were cloudy, his reaction was a little sluggish, and his mouth was mumbling some syllables. Zhang Yuming was bowing his head and writing the words "fever and coma in the afternoon" on the notebook of the medical record folder, when suddenly a loud cry sounded in his ears.

"Be careful!"

Before Zhang Yuming could raise his head, a strong force came from behind, and a solid and powerful arm suddenly grabbed his arm, dragged him to the right side and moved him more than a meter to the right, hitting the wall. Zhang Yuming held his glasses in shock, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly. I saw that the old man who was lying on the hospital bed had cloudy eyes and a dead face, rolled off the bed, stretched out a pair of withered hands with black nails and scratched desperately in the direction where he was standing, and let out a terrifying roar from his mouth.

He froze down, grabbed the medical record folder in his hand, stared at the old man on the ground who was screaming and moving, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"How do I know!" The young man's voice was low and magnetic, revealing a sense of irritability. He was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face should have been very handsome, but it was ruined by the gloomy and cruel look in those eyes, which made him not look like a good person at first glance.

In fact, Goofy is really not a good person. He is 26 years old this year, and after graduating from junior high school, he began to work as a gangster on the street, fighting fiercely, fighting and fighting, and in the past ten years, he has also become a small and small leader in the underworld of City B. A few days before the Spring Festival, he was beaten up for offending a big man, and he was thrown at the door of the hospital with a hole in his head.

There was silence in the double ward, only the terrifying-looking old man on the ground was still letting out a "ho-ho" roar. The old man was paralyzed in both legs, had a mild stroke, and couldn't even take care of himself at normal times, but at this time, he dragged his body and crawled out of the ground more than half a meter away.

Gao Fei casually picked up the iron chair at hand and slammed it down on the old man's head. His arm strength was amazing, and his hands were even more ruthless, and he smashed the old man's head and his brain to the ground with a smash.

"You!" Zhang Yuming was horrified, staring at the old man's corpse with a look of disbelief. "You killed him......"

"He's not human." Gao Fei didn't even furrow his eyebrows, "It's been played in the movie, this is called a zombie." ”

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