"Uh......"

I murmured in pain on the hard bed, and slowly opened my cloudy, bloodshot eyes.

My limbs were sore and weak, and the pain was coming one after another, tearing at my nerves, and it was difficult to even move my fingers in such a subtle motion.

It took me half an hour before I regained some strength and struggled to sit up against the wall.

I gasped and struggled to recall, shattered memories coming back and forth in my mind.

"Woohoo!"

I struck a match and lit the candle on the table, and finally regained some vision in the faint light of the fire.

The safe house that I lived in was only about forty or fifty square meters, which was more than enough for one person, but the facilities were very simple, only a hardboard bed that was about to fall apart, a desk, and lockers.

These are the things that work, and the rest of the appliances such as refrigerators and televisions have lost their usefulness in this era that the survivors habitually call the "Waste Era".

Or rather, in most places, they are useless, and only those large agglomerations with electricity can use them.

I stroked my cheek, and my consciousness was still a little vague and murmured: "My name is Cao Fusheng, I want to live, but I am about to die......"

"Whew!"

I gasped for breath, my body was still swinging due to the high fever, and I raised my left hand tremblingly, and I saw a bandage that spread from the palm of my left hand to my shoulder, and there were blood stains attached to it.

There was a slight tearing sensation in the abdomen, which was also wrapped in thick gauze.

I gently tore the bandage off my arm and saw that my calloused palm was covered in a black sun mark, as if embedded in the flesh.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw the mark, but I still endured the discomfort and tore the bandage on my entire left arm, and there was a deep scratch on my shoulder that scabbed over.

"Shhh

I gasped, and I was even more worried when I pulled the scab that had healed when I lifted the bandage.

It stands to reason that I should be going to become a corpse, and a high fever is a sign.

I swayed my weak body and felt a book under my pillow, on which were vaguely written the words "Survivor's Journal".

This is the Universal Log of Survivors of the Abolished Era, the equivalent of an encyclopedia.

The last year of the Old Era, also at the end of 2125 AD.

The blue sky, which had been clear sky, suddenly became dark, and when the darkness completely invaded all corners of the world, all living things fell into a deep sleep that did not damage their bodies.

Under the action of strong acid rain, most of the vegetation has withered, and the vitality of the world is constantly being extinguished.

Then the sun's rays were completely extinguished, and the world was plunged into an infinite cycle of darkness, and this day was recorded as [Eternal Night].

Because of the high fever, my vision has already appeared, and I struggled to turn the log to the page that had been folded before:

Nightmare: Horror Level - Unpredictable.

Key Feature: Unkillable.

Auxiliary Characteristics: Unpredictable.

Extreme Force: Unpredictable.

Limit speed: unpredictable.

Physical characteristics: gigantic (3-5 meters tall), running upright, crawling, jumping.

Synopsis: Predators hidden in the dark, specializing in preying on creatures for food, known to be the earliest alien creatures in the Waste Era, all the creatures that have been gnawed and scratched by it as long as the head is not bitten off, humans will mutate into [corpses], and animals will mutate into [xenospecies].

I can't help but think back to two days ago, when I was targeted by this predator at the top of the food chain, and almost tore my whole body apart, and this was the closest I have come to death in the four months since I woke up.

"Smack!"

Log suddenly fell to the ground, my body twisting and shaking uncontrollably, and the pain caused me to churn in bed.

In order to avoid too much movement, I had to bite my arm tightly to try to stop the convulsions.

Traces of blood came out of my mouth, fresh blood from the bitten arm.

I was afraid that the smell of blood would cause something terrible, so I had to lick and drink it as I bit it to make sure the blood didn't drip down.

"Is it inevitable to die...... I don't want to be ...... That'...... The Walking Dead! ”

I let out a muffled growl, pain contorting my features and almost fainting.

I could feel something in my body flowing fast, about to fill my whole body, and it was definitely not blood.

As I writhed uncontrollably, the thick gauze on my abdomen gradually cracked, and blood continued to seep outward.

It's only a few minutes, but for me it's half a century.

My eyes widened in horror as I looked at my abdomen, the gauze had been torn and scattered on the floor, and the wound on my abdomen that had almost torn me in half was exposed.

At the same time, countless tentacles were digging out of my abdomen.

Finally my consciousness grew weaker and weaker, like a faint candle flame about to go out, and I knew that death was about to befall me.

I couldn't control my body anymore, I couldn't even suck anymore, and I watched as the blood from my arm trickled down until it swiped across my palm and dripped to the ground.

As if stimulated by the blood, the tentacles in my abdomen squeezed harder outward, as if to break open my body.

Darkness eats away at what little consciousness I have.

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

"Hiss......"

More and more terrifying voices converged outside the safe house, but I could do nothing as I almost fainted.

I noticed that in the palm of my left hand, the black sun pattern was slowly changing, and the pattern was starting to turn white from black to white due to the outpouring of blood.

At the moment, I don't have the energy to think about it.

Ten minutes is the limit of the time for the creature to mutate after being infected-fever-convulsions out of control, and the longer the time, the stronger the physical fitness and immunity.

The 'me' on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The not-so-bright candlelight in the room flickered, and the half-broken mirror on the wall reflected me.

It was a pair of eyes like a dead man, the eyeballs were pale blue, and the whites of the eyes were even thicker, which was the eye characteristic of all [first-class corpses].

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

Consciousness remained, and I watched as 'I' walked out of bed with a twisted body that didn't speak, walking in a crooked posture, not at all like a normal person.

The nasal cavity also emits a sound that is characteristic of corpses in action, and they smell aimlessly in the room.

"Mutations in host genes detected......"

"Detected that the host meets the requirements for activating the ecological chain of genes......"

"Critical level of decay of the host body detected ......"

"Does the host agree to activate the genetic ecological chain......

There was no sound, and I'm blinded by smell and hearing searching the room for the breath of a living person.

The voice echoes in my head, but I can't use my brain to think and respond.

At this moment, 'I' is already a real [corpse].

"Does the host agree to activate the genetic ecological chain......

"May I ask if the host is ......"

"Excuse me......"

'Me': "Hum Hum ......Hum Hum

"The host has agreed to activate the genetic ecological chain, the chain is being activated, please wait ......"

At this moment, the sun pattern in the palm of my left hand has completely transformed into white.

"The genetic ecological chain has been activated, and the decay of the host's body has been detected to have fallen below the limit, and since it is the first time that the chain has been activated, the ecological removal will be carried out."