2018/2/21~23

Zhang Kong's diary:

That day was hell for me, and after being bitten I quickly went into the space to check the information, but I had already read all the information I knew, and the rest of the information was a big question mark that I couldn't read at all. The only thing I know is that after being bitten, it takes up to 12 hours for a person to transform.

I was so nervous that I was so nervous that I was running with adrenaline, and although there were a lot of bite marks, I didn't feel any pain. Still insisting on moving my things back to the residence, I lay on the bed and quietly looked at the ceiling. After an hour, I started to feel severe pain, found a thermometer from the drawer in my room, I took my temperature...

When I heard the thermometer beep, I was so scared that I didn't dare look at the numbers on the thermometer.

I was very scared, but finally I gritted my teeth and opened my eyes.

That's it, that's my first thought...

35.2℃。

This is a despair that I have never experienced in my life, and I didn't expect that such a small smug would lead to my own death. After being cautious for more than ten days, he was about to die when he should be the safest. It's really a smooth mud road, and the road is a big fall. Such horrible despair made me cry bitterly, crying as I lay on the bed and thought about the trajectory of my life.

I can't help but want to laugh at the thought that I'm going to die here without even having a girlfriend... Is this the madness before death? I'm dying and I want to laugh.

The next few hours were nothing short of tormenting, the pain was bearable at first, but the pain got worse and worse the next day. From the beginning of the hand pain, to the stomach pain, from the flesh pain, to the bone pain. I don't know how long it took, but even my teeth, my nose, and that thing hurt. Every few minutes I would pass out in pain, and after a few minutes, I would wake up in pain again.

I don't know how long it took or how I survived, but I finally woke up in the evening.

Getting up from the ground, I looked around. I had messed up the whole room, the cups were torn, the cabinets were smashed, the things on the table were pulled to the floor, and the most frightening thing was the bent and twisted floor lamp. I'm a little confused, could it be that I made all this? Anyway, I'm still alive, right?

However, without much thought, my mind was controlled by three other senses!

Starve me to death! I want to eat!

As soon as this feeling came out, it scared me, did I really become a zombie?

But the next two feelings made me confirm one thing, probably not...

I'm dying of thirst, but what about the water?

it! Suffocate me! and pee are about to squirt!!

I threw myself at the biscuits and water like a beast, and without any grace, I rushed to the toilet with a box in my hand.

The stool and urine gushed out like an explosion, and I excreted so much that I could even feel like I was losing a lot of weight! But because of that, I'm hungrier and thirstier!

The smell of my pee this time was the stinkest I've ever had since I had, and it stinked a little indescribable, but I was so hungry and thirsty that I couldn't care about it. And so, I endured the stench of chemical weapons on the toilet, munched on biscuits, and drank water.

It's a funny scene.

I don't even know how I spent it, but after half an hour of fighting, I was finally able to eat and drink enough, and of course I smelled enough. Looking down, I actually wiped out half a box of compressed biscuits and half a box of water! Sadly, I found that there was no paper in the toilet, so I had to take off my clothes and pants to wipe my buttocks.

But it was also during this time of wiping my ass that I realized the horror of this smell. When I lifted my butt, the smell of shit in the toilet bowl was like I had opened a can of herring that had been sitting for hundreds of years! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I threw up all at once, but in the end I wiped my ass clean with the stench.

Thinking back to the pain, I shuddered all over, and I couldn't figure out how I had managed to survive these days. But it's a miracle that I survived, a miracle!! It is said that the greater the reversal, the greater the joy, and I now have this sense of joy for the rest of my life.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud because I was so happy.

I inhaled a lot of unbearable stench because I laughed so hard that I didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

With a smile on my face, I wanted to leave the room first. But with one step, I actually stepped on my own vomit, and because I was in a hurry to get out of here, my step was not very steady, and I slipped.

It wasn't a big deal to slip and fall, but I instinctively wanted to hold on to something, but I touched a lot of hot and soft things with one hand. Covered in ass and vomit, I slowly stood up, and that's when I realized that I had just helped myself into the toilet full of feces!!

Vomiting and vomiting!!!