Dad's cold has not been good, about three weeks, in order to make Dad's appetite great, today my relatives cooked, made a spicy hot pot, the ingredients are only pork and shiitake mushrooms, cut to the same thickness.

When the meal was ready, the family sat around the table, holding the dishes and chopsticks in their hands, happily eating the fragrant meal. Halfway through the meal, I went upstairs when I was full, and when I went to the kitchen again, I saw that the beans had been added to the pot, and the green ones had not yet been cooked.

Dad ran over and scolded: "You see this is a hot pot you made, hard beans, do you want to kill us?" ”

"I made the hot pot, which can be admitted, but I didn't add beans to it, and I can tell who cut it by looking at the knife work."

"I wronged you in this way, I just nagged a few words and immediately refuted me, what an unfilial son."

I was speechless and looked at the family sitting at the table, no one helped me explain, and I ran away from home in anger. On the bustling street, walking aimlessly, but the heart is broken.

Suddenly it was pouring rain, and I had to hide in the mobile abandoned house, lying on the dirty bedboard, and falling asleep. When I came to my senses, I don't know how long it had been recently, looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, I guessed that it was morning.

I immediately stood up, straightened my clothes, and walked out of the dilapidated house, right on a large road. The surrounding houses were in tatters, stained with blood, and the smell of blood swept across the wind when the wind blew.

Curious, I ran to the center of the city, where everyone stood and gathered, with bite marks on their bodies and blood congealing.

Look at the stage again, no one is giving a speech at all, who organized it here. With the mood of doubt, he shouted loudly to the crowd, only to see the people slowly turn around, with a nose with long green muscles, a deformed face, and red saliva flowing from the corners of the mouth.

Just when I was surprised, the people, who had been quiet, suddenly became hideous and rushed towards me. Frightened, I suddenly lost my ability to speak, and ran forward without saying a word, and came under a telephone pole. Looking back, there was a group of people standing on the ground, looking for traces.

I already understand why I didn't catch up, because I didn't make any noise during the run, so these infected people can identify the direction based on the sound.

In order to find out the infected person, I stopped by to go home to take a look, and as soon as I entered the house, the furniture was turned into a mess, and a layer of dust had accumulated on it. The air conditioner on the ceiling was still working, and a cool breeze was blowing, and after a while, it reminded me of my father's illness.

Three weeks ago, it was a violent storm, and when I came back, I was soaking wet, and I was still shivering in the quilt. The next day came, his physical condition became worse and worse, his face became pale, there were red lines on his neck, and his temper grew, and he scolded his family at every turn.

Maybe it's because of that rain that the good world has come to an end, where should I go?

A year later, I traveled to many countries and learned from medical scientists that the rain contained a garbage and decaying component, which is simply infected with a virus.

I haven't seen my family since the virus broke out, and if it weren't for that runaway, maybe somewhere, my family and I would be happy. However, the reality has been broken, and now the streets are occupied by the infected, and many countries have sent troops to eliminate the infected and save more survivors.

I was also in the rescue army because I wanted to find my family.