86_86324 Alarm goes off.

I was awakened by the cacophony of the alarm clock and squinted sideways and pressed the button on the alarm clock. When I opened my eyes, the memories of my time before going to bed gradually pulled me out of the dream. Thank God, last night at midnight, by the light of a flashlight, I found a fairly clean guest house, and finally calmed down the nerves that had been tense for several days, but there was still a faint tingling sensation in my legs. I sat up and stepped out of bed, the morning sun already shining on the floor through the gaps between the curtains.

"Rare good weather." I opened the curtains and muttered to myself, though I wasn't in the mood to appreciate the fresh morning right now. Outside the window, a low-rise bungalow can be seen, and in the distance you can see the highway full of traffic. It looks like this is supposed to be a small town next to the highway. It was surprisingly quiet, and I moved and walked into the bathroom. Unscrew the faucet, and the water can be discharged, and the water supply system should be independent. However, the water is still quite muddy. There was nothing left to choose, so I picked up a handful of water and washed my face, smearing a spot on the blurry mirror that could be imaged.

It's been a long time since I've looked at myself in the mirror, and I can't help but feel emotional when I see me in the mirror with stubble on my face and my shabby shirt.

In just a few days, my life has changed so much.

A few months ago, a virus called "Otimit" broke out in North America. During that time, newspapers devoted several pages to news about it, with "contagious", "death in a short time" and "no solution yet found" being the key words in each story. I've been through a couple of virus scares myself, and I didn't pay much attention to it because I thought it was just a media ploy to get attention, and I was busy with all sorts of trivia after graduating from college.

About half a month later, "Otimit" did not appear in any domestic news media. Domestic flights and trains have inexplicably stopped operating, police have set up police cards on highways, and cross-border and inter-provincial traffic has been cut off. The Internet exploded for a while, and all kinds of remarks began to spread on the Internet.

Netizens unanimously believe that "Otimit" has been infected to the mainland, and the government is taking the highest level of quarantine measures. There are also people who say that friends in North America can no longer be contacted, or that some people have been infected from time to time, but there is no official confirmation. In short, the whole Internet is in chaos and panic.

I realized the severity of the matter, and it took me a long time to get through to my parents. They were very calm, telling me to go out as little as possible, and to go home when the limelight passed. My school is closed, and those who live on campus must stay in their dormitories, and they can't be released without a particularly urgent reason.

In addition to the strict dormitory management, there is also a public security guard stationed at the entrance of the school. Activities related to the movement of people are almost all banned. In addition to eating, everyone stayed in the dormitory all day. My college roommates, on the other hand, didn't care about it and enjoyed the vacation very much.

Logically speaking, it seems that this is the end of the matter. Most people are unemployed at home, ready to hear the good news from the government that the epidemic has been charged. But the Internet was cut off, telephones and mobile phones could no longer be connected, and only television, radio and newspapers were left to receive information from the outside world. The school radio and the radio truck on the road began to play the propaganda slogan about virus prevention repeatedly, and the atmosphere was invisibly raised to tension again.

Television and newspapers have been spreading grim news to the public, urging everyone to work together to get through this difficult time. But the official avoided talking about the cut-off of communications, but fortunately, the post office was still open, so I had to write letters here and there to kill time. Without internet communication, the impact is very high on everyone, especially young people like us.

On the third day after the Internet was disconnected, everyone couldn't sit still, and my school, my city, began to spread the news of "Otimit".

That morning, I was taking a nap in my dorm room when I was suddenly woken up by a loud knock on the door. The roommate next to the door was playing with minesweeper and opened the door scolding. I sat up very unhappily and looked out the door, and it turned out to be a classmate from the next dormitory.

"Otimit is here, run away!" He almost yelled at us.

My five roommates and I stared blankly out the door, and before we could react to his words, the man ran away. The six people in the dormitory all made eye contact, I don't know what to do, could it be that this kid hasn't played games for a few days and is suffocating, and he deliberately plays a prank? A few minutes later, there was a lot of noise throughout the building, and several people ran outside the door. I immediately got dressed and got out of bed, and ran to the hallway to see that dozens of people on our floor were crowded at the entrance of the staircase to go downstairs, and it seemed that everyone was ready to run.

"Look, they're really gone!" As soon as I entered, I heard a roommate leaning on the windowsill screaming excitedly.

"What are we going to do?" My roommate who was playing minesweeper looked at me and said.

"What else can I do, let's play along." I said that the student who had a car drove on the highway secretly a few days ago, and we still stay here and wait to die as cannon fodder. Regardless of whether the news is true or not, it's fun to join in with the crowd. After that, I took the lead and ran out of the dormitory, forgetting to change the slippers on my feet.

At first, I was worried about whether I would be stopped by the dormitory manager, but when I arrived at the dormitory gate, I found that the dormitory manager had long since disappeared. There were so many people pouring out of several dormitories that my roommates and I didn't have to run far before we were scattered by the crowd and had to move blindly with the team. Running in flip-flops is the stupidest thing in the world, just after getting down the stairs, the heel of the slipper was stepped on by the person behind me, and my body immediately lost balance while running, and I fell to the ground.

It's broken, and the foot is broken. It was my first thought after I fell to the ground. Thinking that there was a large group of people behind me, I hurriedly curled up on the ground with my hands to protect my head so as not to be trampled to death. I hear countless feet stepping around me, and the feeling is as terrifying as someone holding a gun to your forehead. I tensed all my muscles, praying that they would see me lying on the ground and be merciful. After a few minutes, the footsteps in my ears had faded away, and I opened my eyes to see that the crowd had almost run in front of me. Luckily, apart from a few blows to my feet, I didn't get my main torso stepped on.

There was calm all around, except for the occasional shouting from the distant crowd. Patting the dust off my body, I tried to stand up. There was an immediate pain in my ankle, and I took a sharp breath and stood up against a tree by the side of the road. Looking at the crowd in front of me, the feeling of being abandoned soon came to me. I couldn't keep catching up, and I couldn't get through the phone to find someone to help, so I was really unlucky to get home.

Damn, uncle, let's go back to the dormitory to recuperate first, I scolded in my heart, maybe I won't be infected in the dormitory alone. I comforted myself all the way and limped back to my dorm.

I sat down and rubbed my ankles, thinking about where they would run. Maybe they won't be able to go far before they will be escorted back by the police, but there are so many people, and there are not enough police officers from several public security bureaus. Or maybe they'll find out it's just a rumor and come back disappointed, and I'll be the only one who doesn't have to run around. But it is also possible that all the people who ran out were rescued by luck, and I was infected with the virus here alone and died alone.

I didn't dare to continue imagining, but I had no choice but to hope that they would turn around and come back sooner. I walked through the dormitory with a drying rack and yelled at the windowsill to make sure I was really the only one around. My mind was much calmer, and at least I was sure that no one was going to pass the virus on to me. But the thought of the possibility that I would still die here alone gave me an inexplicable sense of tragedy.

If I'm really unfortunate enough to be here, my parents will definitely come here in the future. So I pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote several pages of words very hypocritically, writing down all the good and bad things that my parents didn't know about what I had done, and I almost moved myself to tears. Of course, the most important reason is that I am too bored to be alone.

It was already dark after I finished writing, and there was still silence outside, with no sign of anyone returning. I made a bowl of instant noodles to satisfy my hunger, and turned on the computer to play Spider Solitaire for a while, which was boring but also distracted. I took three showers that night, and my skin was rubbed red several times before I would give up. The propaganda says that "good hygiene, disease escapes", and I don't know whether it is useful or not. Then I put on a school-issued mask, listened to music and fell asleep.

It was raining at night, and I was woken up by the rain. The lights in the bedroom were still on, which I had deliberately turned on to draw attention. I bent over to look at the other beds, and as I imagined, there were only a few messy quilts. I took off my mask, and my mouth was wet, and falling asleep with a mask in it was the worst thing in the world. When I woke up, I felt a lot more pain in my feet, but my brain was much clearer.

I think back to what happened today, and it's as unreal as a dream, but the food in front of me tells me that it really happened. But luckily, I'm still alive, maybe it's the right choice to stay here, I don't know how my roommates are doing now.

I rolled out of bed and went to the window, and the rain hit the windowsill so hard that I was cold. Outside the window, the street lamps downstairs are on, shuttling through the darkness of the campus with a sense of lines. There are also a few windows in the nearby dormitory building that are lit up, but there is no human figure in sight. At this time, I didn't bother to check whether there was anyone inside, and after smoking a cigarette, I fell headlong on the bed again.

I'll laugh at them when they come back tomorrow