86_86324 As long as there is such a possibility, things will always go in the worst direction. The next day, I thought I would be woken up by a loud human voice, but I was woken up by a soak of urine. There weren't the human voices I was expecting, not even the barking of the dog in the cafeteria.

When I got out of bed, I accidentally touched my foot and I screamed out in pain. I lifted my trouser legs, and my ankles swollen as if they had been smeared with a mixture of blue and green paint. I turned on my phone and looked at the time, it was already past ten o'clock, and I could still feel the hunger despite the fact that I was still holding a bubble of urine in my stomach.

Next to the dormitory building is the cafeteria, and there is a small supermarket next to the cafeteria. I walked to the small supermarket with a drying rack, and fortunately, the door was still open. It's not much, but it's enough for me to eat alone for a month. I picked a rich breakfast for myself, I don't know if it's breakfast at this time, and I specially swiped my card when I left. This is not to say how noble my character is, because when I went out, I saw the monitor on the cash register with the monitoring screen on, and if the supermarket people came back and found me taking something without swiping the card, it would be theft.

When I went back, I went downstairs to the dormitory where the lights were on last night and shouted several times, but no one answered me. I must have forgotten to turn off the lights when I ran out of the dormitory, and I think the lights in the building are still on. When I got back to my dorm room and had my body satisfied, I was free. It's boring, but it's good to be alive. I read the letter I wrote to my parents yesterday, and yesterday I thought I was dying. Although it sounds ridiculous now, I folded it up and put it in my backpack.

The silence around me made it impossible for me to concentrate on anything, and I couldn't wait for something to happen outside the window, even if it was a dog barking. I simply picked up a chair and sat in front of the window, looking out the window for hours. During this time, I thought about a lot of things and imagined countless times.

But it's so unusual that I've been sitting here for hours and not even hearing a car horn. Is it possible that, as I consoled myself yesterday, the escapees all died somewhere, and I survived alone.

By all means, it is better to let me die happily in this case, and leave me alone to survive and face this qiē, I really dare not think about it. Not to mention anything else, the qiē outside the window is the same as before, but it is extremely quiet, so quiet that you are stunned, if I want to let me go out for a walk a few laps now, I really don't dare.

Or, after they run out of school, they are taken into a place like a disease prevention and control center, into a safe environment, and wait until all the sick people outside have died. I can still sit here thinking about it and think I'm safe, but I can't be sure that tomorrow I'll be infected by various reasons, and then die a lonely and sad death. In this case, I don't know if I will be considered a martyr if I die.

You can't avoid these two possibilities when you think about it, and now in this situation, only these two possibilities can be imagined. Nothing changed outside the window except for the sky overhead. The overcast day became more gloomy, the cool breeze was blowing in, and it was already evening when I looked at my watch. After a while, the street lamp downstairs came on again, and the street trees next to the street lamp were blown out by the wind, as if they were laughing at my downfall.

I smoked a cigarette so that my feelings could be cathartic.

No one will be back today. I sighed, stood up against the wall, and went to the toilet to take a few more showers. Lying in bed, I felt my stomach feel empty. I was too lazy to go to the supermarket to get food, or I didn't dare to go out of the dormitory building at this time, so I turned on the radio function of my mobile phone, changed several radio stations in a row, and the earphones came from electromagnetic sound. It's weird, I only used this to listen to the news a few days ago, and today the radio is on holiday? I yelled, pulled over the pillow, and forced myself to sleep.

On the third day, it was the same situation. I thought I should go out of school to see, but I thought about my foot injury, and I didn't know what I could do when I walked out, and I didn't necessarily get infected, so I rejected the idea.

On the fourth day, I was almost hopeless because of the occasional rancid smell wafting from the window. Combined with my conjectures and what I've seen in the past few days, I can almost guess what's going on. It wasn't an option to stay in the dorm all the time, so I decided to go out of school and have a look.

Still on the drying rack and wearing a mask, I walked out of school. I walked around the school and almost understood what was going on.

In the range I have walked, I have not seen a living person. There are no more congested cars in the shops and streets, and there are no noisy people. On the side of the road or next to the station, you can see corpses lying on the ground, and the smell is terrible. I could see the corpses on their faces, and although they were purple on their faces, they were all serene, and if it weren't for the stench around them, I would have thought they were just asleep.

If there's anything I can hear right now, it's the sound of a few swarms of flies around the corpse. Except for the death of a loved one, I have never faced so many dead people up close. It was a nightmare, and suddenly I cried and stood in the middle of the road on a drying rack, forgetting my way back to school. I saw a white cat pacing leisurely between the corpses, and I looked at it for a few seconds, and the tears that welled up obscured my vision, and I really wanted to go over and grab it and ask what had happened.

With painful steps, I don't know where I've gone, as if passing by a hospital next to the school. I said that I was passing by the hospital, but in fact, I was still three or four hundred meters away from the hospital, and I could only see the conspicuous signboard of the hospital. At a distance of three or four hundred meters, there were dense corpses. The stench from the corpses immediately rushed into my nostrils, and although I had not smelled it all the way, I was able to endure the nausea in my heart. The smell of this place was stronger, and I immediately vomited, and I didn't even have time to take off my mask.

After some vomiting, I finally came to my senses. It turned out that in the few days I was idle in the dormitory, there was such a big change outside. Countless corpses lay in front of me, several clumps of flies flew in front of me, and the lingering stench in the air was constantly inhaled into my nose, and my sense of sight and taste kept hitting my brain.

I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth, propped up the drying rack, and went back to the dorm like crazy as fast as I could. The pain in your feet is no longer in your mind, and when you find that the whole street is only your own gasp, you will feel how happy it is to be able to hear the noise of the old city.

When I returned to my dormitory, it was like I had returned to another world, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. I don't know if I'll have the courage to get out of here.

All the doors and windows were closed, and I snuggled up under the covers again, so that I could feel a little more at ease. When the catharsis reaches the extreme, it always stops. I thought I was going to hug the pillow and cry, but I didn't. It's like when you were a kid and you were beaten and cried, but no one could help you fight back, it's time to wipe away your tears and think of a way to get revenge. But as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind was full of the images I had just seen, dead people, flies, and stench, as if there were only these three things left in the world.

That night, I was expectably tossing and turning. The life I'm going to face, the courage it takes to step out of my dorm, whether I'll be able to survive alone, or imagine that a rescue team will take me away tomorrow. A few weeks ago, I was busy with all sorts of chores, and now the question of life and death is now a matter of life and death. This contrasting fate left me with only two choices, stay here or struggle.

I'd rather struggle. The current situation is not without opportunities for struggle. My city must have been hit hard by the virus, but with such a high level of quarantine measures in place, there may still be many people alive in other cities. I can walk to other cities, and the last thing I need right now is time.

Where to go, I asked myself. Let's go home first, and another voice in my heart answered me. Yes, back home, I don't know what happened to my parents now. If something happens to them, I should at least go back and do something for them. Fortunately, my home is not too far from here, only a district away. But when I think about it, my family's situation is not much better than here.

I'll leave as soon as my foot injury heals, I've made up my mind. But whether going out will be infected by unknown dangers and ruin the rare chance of surviving, I hesitated again. But after thinking about it, wouldn't it be good for me to go out for a walk today, and it's better to die of illness than to be bored to death here. If he really died, it would be fate.

When I woke up the next day, there was no electricity in the dormitory, and it seemed that God was trying to urge me to leave. I searched through the dorm building and finally found a traffic map in one of my dormitories. I decided to walk back along the highway and maybe get help from the military police at the toll booth if they were still alive. I also turned the dormitory manager's office upside down, and I found a flashlight and a hammer.

I divided the highway home into several sections and followed the highway to the nearest target.

On the seventh day, after a day of blind lights in the dormitory, I finally hit the road with my bag on my back. I collected a lot of food and water from the small supermarket, and I really want to thank this little supermarket, without which I would not have been able to spend a week in my dorm.

After a few days of walking, I realized that the whole thing was even stricter than what I had seen before. The highway was jammed with traffic, and I saw only a few dead people in the city, and many more died in the cars. The military police at the toll booth had long since withdrawn, leaving only some of the bodies lying in place. Of course, I didn't see a single living person. It turns out that it's not just my city, it's the whole world that seems to be the only one walking around.

So there is the very first story.

And I, like the lucky one chosen by God, survived by mistake