Originally, her life was bleak, not only did she have no hope, but the endless pain every day was like the water of the bitter sea, which could drown her ups and downs at any time, and she didn't know why she was alive, she was alone in this world, no one loved her, and she didn't love others.

The arrival of the end of the world, there may not be no hope of life, this kind of life is more exciting, to live for the sake of living, in the last life she survived, in this life she knows the rules of the end, if she can awaken the ability in advance, mixed in this purgatory of fighting, just think about it, I think it will be very interesting.

This night, Zhuo Qian dreamed that when he was very young, his parents were there, the family was laughing, the sun was shining, and the years were just right, and then the picture went around, his parents died, and the people around him changed their faces, malicious smiles, hypocrisy, and deception...... And blood, zombies, muzzles, daggers, pain......

"Zhuo Qian, it's almost late, wake up!"

Zhuo Qian woke up suddenly, her eyes looked sharply at the place where the sound came from, there was a girl standing next to the bed, her name was Qin Xi, compared to others, she usually took care of Zhuo Qian, and the relationship between the two was good.

Startled by Zhuo Qian's cold and sharp gaze, Qin Xi was quite dissatisfied, but the class time was half past six, and now it was 6:25, and there was not so much time to worry about Zhuo Qian, Qin Xi urged a few words, saying that he would go first and let Zhuo Qian come over quickly.

There were four people in the dormitory, and the other two left early in the morning, Qin Xi hurriedly walked outside, Zhuo Qian propped himself up, looked at Qin Xi's hurried back, pondered for a while, and then slowly got up and walked to the toilet.

Turn on the faucet, and the water rushes out, and at the end of November, the whole city will be out of water. At that time, it was also the first cannibalistic struggle between the survivors after the apocalypse, and in the city without water, all the living people could only live on the sealed water resources of supermarkets and other places, and the competition was extremely fierce.

After washing, Zhuo Qian looked up at the mirror hanging on the wall, and the mirror reflected a beautiful woman, wearing an off-white down jacket and a pair of tight black trousers.

When I arrived at the classroom, I was already late, and the teacher was extremely displeased with Zhuo Qian, so she was punished for copying books or something, but Zhuo Qian didn't hear clearly, anyway, something was going to happen in a while, who would punish what?

Sit down on the seat, the time of the accident in the previous life was in the morning, the specific time I don't remember, she only knew that the class next to her was suddenly very noisy, and the screams were chilling, so the teacher who was in class put down the textbook and went over to check, and the other students ran over to watch the show with a good mood, and the result was a scream and a sharp panic that grew bigger and bigger.

Zhuo Qian held his head, very distressed to recall the specific time, for a long time, he only remembered that the incident happened suddenly in the previous life, many people were still watching on the sidelines, and there were also classmates in the crowd who didn't know when they were infected lost their normality, and bites and blood were all over the sky.

There is only endless panic and shock in my memory, but I can't remember time.

Zhuo Qian wrote and drew on paper with a pen, hoping to regain his memory little by little, but to no avail. Instead, he wrote down the number of people in school in his previous life.

At the beginning, the students and teachers of the school added up to about 5,000 people, and only about 2,000 people escaped and hid.

Suddenly, the noisy voice next door gradually expanded, and in Zhuo Qian's classroom, the teacher on the podium frowned, and couldn't bear to whisper: "What's the matter?" Why is the next class making a lot of noise, it's class time, which teacher's class is it, and how do you teach the students? ”

The more the teacher thought about it, the more displeased he became, so he immediately put down the textbook in his hand and walked out the door.