Something similar?

The head crashed for a moment, and he shook his head, but it was just ordinary zombie blood, no big deal.

Hiding the strange feeling in my heart, the first thing I saw from the staircase was a huge deep pit, and I could clearly see the downstairs room downstairs.

Coincidentally, that position is the direction of the zombies I saw before that don't attack people, and at the moment the other party is still hitting the wall on the side, but because of a big hole, he slammed his head up, lay on the ground, and fell to the ground.

It's stupid.

The tension in my heart is gradually relaxing, at least the dangerous monsters in this level have been dealt with by those two people, turning my head, I picked up the knife that fell to the ground just now.

The golden fine lines shimmer in the sun, very sharp, and it is a worthy weapon, but it has no advantage when facing zombies, and zombies will not obediently stand there and let you stab the knife.

It can be protected against people.

Pulling the knife back into my pocket, I stepped up the stairs to the top floor.

Most of the stuff in the room was thrown aside, and even though it was a top-notch luxury floor, I had spoiled it into a kennel, but even so, it was at least much better than the other rooms and bins outside.

There is a brown book on the table, which is densely recorded in my various diaries and moods for the past year, and I am not good at writing something about love and hatred, so the mood and the like are only reflected in the cloudy sun.

The first half of the book is all about recording my food for the past half a year, and the diary has been made into a sales pitch sheet by me, and the back is not blank, but after I recently decided to walk out the door, I carefully observed and recorded the condition of most of the zombies.

The scheduled alarm clock rang on time, and I was cut off in the first second of ringing, and the phone showed that it was 6 o'clock at night, and I threw the notebook aside, and I took the mobile phone directly to the fitness equipment next to it, and started the treadmill while using my brain to constantly think about the current situation.

The treadmill is luxurious, a few points better than professional equipment, and not like those cheap treadmills, which will make a rumbling sound during running.

Plug in your headphones and tuck them into your ears.

Familiar electronic music is constantly bombarded, shaking people's minds, and my former friends have laughed at me more than once, saying that I always like these things that are similar to the non-mainstream, and teasing me that the times of adults have changed.

But I was fascinated by the shock of the inner soul brought by this sound, as if something touched your soul little by little, sublimated in the shock and noise.

Originally, I thought I was a very literary person, but after discovering heavy metal music, even I was a little surprised that I liked it so much.

Listening to heavy metal doesn't stop me from thinking about how things have changed over this time, and if what those two people say is true, then it means that there is something unique here.

First of all, from the origin of the appearance of zombies, it is like being generated out of thin air, after the great heat, everyone is extremely divided.

I'm pretty sure it's the masterpiece of that software, but I can't tell if this virus is good or bad until I have a thorough understanding of it.

In fact, I've always been very concerned about the changes in these zombies, and that girl zombie is definitely the most unique one I've ever seen, and it seems that I have developed an independent consciousness, but unfortunately I haven't seen each other for a while.

Trying to recall, at the beginning, the radio broadcast was actually very organized, but the outbreak of things was so rapid that after a short period of suppression, there was a certain range of explosions.

Coma, high fever.

With the setting sun falling.

Everything had changed drastically in one day, and when I think about it, I was actually trying to kill myself.

How ironic to now begin to fear death.

It was a very unique day, I wanted to be at the top of the city, to end my life, looking at the bustling traffic underneath and the lights of the bustling city, I always felt that my existence was as small as a mayfly.

In fact, that's exactly what happened, but why did I want to die?

Death is not so incomprehensible to me, I once saw an old man, exuding a strong smell of Chinese herbs all over his body, showing a reluctant gaze when he was dying.

I also had a friend who was rotting and stinking all over his body because of the torture of illness, and if the end of the world could come a little earlier, maybe the other party would naturally become a so-called zombie.

Similarly, the girls around me chose to jump into the sea because they couldn't think about it for a while, the young and promising parents went to self-destruction because of greed, and the brothers who said that they would walk together all their lives became murderers who crossed the street.

There are many, many more, it seems that everyone forces their lives to the end for something, death is simply commonplace for me, and I even think that it is not because of my existence that it will cause some kind of sudden thing to happen to the people around me again and again.

It's not that I deliberately want to implicate the deaths of these people on myself, it's just that many things are too ingenious, the old man who adopted me, gave birth to my parents, the little girl at the same table, and the brother who pulled me along.

Every face crossed my mind as I pronounced their names, and in fact their faces were already blurred, after all, I had known them for a short time, the shortest being only two days.

When I deliberately wanted to go deeper with them, everyone changed strangely, and I wasn't sure if it was my problem, but when the brother I finally met looked at me with resentment, I suddenly realized.

I should have been silent from the beginning, on the periphery of the world, and anyone I wanted to be sincere with would always die in this world in all reasonable normal ways.

It doesn't matter if it's unreasonable, because reality is often more absurd than any story, and the story needs to be reasonable, but reality doesn't.

The weather was pretty good that day, I wasn't stimulated, I was very calm, I picked up the family cat, put a lot of cat food in the cat basin, opened the door and left, the landlord will come tomorrow, so there is no need to worry about the kitten.

After preparing everything, open a presidential suite with all your belongings, and jump down to easily end your life.

Then the next second, the end came.