The day after the outbreak of the mutant rabies virus, in the Hospital of Mercy.

In the dim light was an old man sitting in front of the bed, oblivious to everything around him. He didn't seem to have any feelings, but his eyes were full of sharpness, and it was clear that he was a very powerful soldier.

"Sir, don't you have any dependents?" A voice rang out at the door of the ward.

The old man glanced in the direction of the sound, and the wrinkles on his face were so conspicuous in the light.

When the man saw the old man's eyes, he was a little embarrassed and said, "Oh, well, I'm sorry I shouldn't."

The old man's eyes were full of sorrow, as if he was worried about something.

"And you're a veteran?" The man at the door plucked up the courage to ask again, as if he was somewhat interested in the old man's experience, which may have been the reason for his momentum to make him look different.

"Isn't this a veterans' hospital?!" The old man asked rhetorically.

"It's just a routine inquiry, so don't be too nervous, because after all, I have a contagious incident that makes me feel bad."

"I don't have a problem anymore, but I think you should relax." The old man interrupted him. Then he picked up a pack of cigarettes at the bedside, lit the fire, and smoked.

"Mr. Bill, you can't smoke here, sorry, I should have told you earlier"

Instead of extinguishing his cigarette, the old man asked, "Are you a doctor?" ”

"Well, I'm not yet, but I'm an intern," the doctor said embarrassedly.

"Anatomy?" The old man's surroundings were filled with smoke.

"I mean, I'm still learning how to be a doctor, and of course now I can't talk ahem, this cigarette." The man choked on the smoke and slurred.

"Please, don't"

"Kid, let's go to another place for an internship" The old man interrupted him again, although his tone was much warmer at this time, this was not a safe place after all, as a warrior Bill could feel his danger.

"Your name is William. Bill? The intern finally uttered the first complete sentence.

"What's wrong?" Bill said lightly.

"I was here to call you for surgery, so please"

"Okay, I'll go with you—

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Bill walked into the operating room and followed the doctor's instructions. When everything is ready. The operation began.

After a long recurrence of his injury, he finally began surgery.

"Now start anesthesia, you count from ten to one." Said the doctor with the mask.

"Okay." Bill acquiesced.

"Ten"

The voices and appearances of the two doctors in front of Bill gradually blurred

"Eight" his eyes were almost closed, and the only thing he could see was the doctor preparing the tools, another doctor. Hey? How to hold your stomach

"Seven ???" Bill's eyes were out of the corner of his eye to see the doctor suddenly vomit a mouthful of blood!

The doctor who was preparing the utensils heard the sound and immediately looked back.

"Boom-" A zombie slashed through the doctor's chest, splattering blood. Could it be an infected zombie?

The zombie in front of him slaughtered the doctor in a frenzy, knocking over Bill's bed. Looking at that hideous face, Bill was surprised and wondered what was going on.

But. The effect of the anesthetic wears Bill out and he wants to sleep.

"I can't pass out!!" Bill's heart struggled. But the scene in front of me was still blurring.

"Wake up," Bill's hand clenched, but his voice grew weaker.

Finally, it was dark. "Nope! Wait, wait. "Bill's strong military will awakens him.

The zombie in front of him opened its mouth wide and came to kill him.

Bill's foot kicked the zombie's jaw, and the zombie's jaw burst into blood, dislocated, and it rolled to the ground.

"God, what's going on? Come on. Bill looked at the zombie in front of him and immediately got up and ran out.

He rushed out of the operating room, and the shadow of a zombie was in front of him. It's coming.

"Qua aha," the zombie screamed madly.

Bill slammed open a door: "Here" the door says "Medical Paraphernalia"

"Don't faint, don't be afraid that you need to find some sharp weapons to kill him, and then go home." The effects of the drug continue.

"Fuck! Where is it?!! Stay awake, you can't sleep, find where there is a good weapon, where there is a good weapon," Bill rummaged frantically.

"Found it!" Bill picked up a sharp cutter. The zombies came, and Bill glanced at them. "Click!" He used a sharp knife, and blood splattered everywhere.

Bill draped a sheet over his body, and he found another steel fork. Rushed out of the hospital. It was raining outside, the icy rain was splashing in half on the sheets, and the knife was dripping with blood.

Pedestrians walked around with an evil glint in their eyes. They all seemed to be staring at him, and in the shadows they could see that their eyes were shining.

Bill was undaunted. Hold the weapon in your hand quietly. The sharp weapon in his hand was so dazzling, and the blood on it added a murderous aura to it.

"It's been a long time since I've actually killed!" Bill thought to himself. More people poured in, maybe not people, but zombies.

Tilted poles. Discarded paper is everywhere. Although he is over half a hundred years old, he is old and strong. The muscles that were exercised in the barracks in the past were still strong under the rain.

Back home, Bill was covered in sludge. Bill looked around and saw the dusty iron box next to the couch, locked tightly with an iron lock.

Bill opened the iron box, and the dust slowly fell. Because it hasn't been opened for too long. The iron box made a "click-click" sound.

In the iron box is a set of military uniforms neatly arranged, as well as a photograph.

There are three soldiers in the photo, and it can be seen that the middle one should be when Bill was young, he carried a gun and fought with his comrades-in-arms, at that time he also had a beard, but it was brown, and now his beard has long been whitened by the years. This photo is supposed to have been taken with his comrades from the Green Berets during the Vietnam War.

Bill strained the laces of his military boots, and the green military uniform on his body was ready to go.

He buttoned the green beret to his head again.

"Bang-" The door of Bill's house opened, and the light inside reflected the figure of a soldier, so dazzling!!

"Ahh!!h The gunfire of the M16 drowned them out. A brave veteran arrives, and Bill Ji is the most important survivor. (To be continued.) )