2018/2/28

Liu Nan's diary:

I've been in the commissary since that incident. Occasionally, a few zombies will be killed by me with a brick. During this period, I discovered some strange habits of zombies through observation, and also discovered that my physical strength and strength have been improved to a higher level. I'm much stronger than zombies now, and if nothing else, let's just say that the zombies I usually shoot to death are not enough for 100 and enough for 50. If nothing else, I must have started some kind of evolution.

The food was running out and I had to go out and find something to eat somewhere else. And it's best to find a safe place to live, I can't get a good night's sleep for two days a day, and I can't hold it out now that I'm strong.

I found a weapon on one of the zombies roaming around, and this guy had a switchblade in his pocket, and I was very good at using my hands, so I tied the switchblade to a wooden table leg with the garbage I found. I learned this knot in school.

I was very careful on the way to travel, for fear of making some loud noise and causing a group of zombies to besiege me. On the way out of the corner, I saw a grocery store called Hardware. Went in and took a look, and I found some nice weapons. Small hammers, big hammers, and saws and stuff like that. I took a couple of hammers, then removed the knife from the wooden table leg and put it in my pocket.

After carrying these things, I suddenly realized that there was a zombie inside the store, locked on the other side of the back door, looking at me weakly through the small window.

I took a closer look and found that the zombie's movements were very small and light, and it looked like someone who hadn't eaten for a long time.

I found the key from the counter drawer and opened the door.

Sure enough, it was powerless, and when I opened the door, the zombie fell to the ground because it had lost its support. I took the opportunity to smash his head off with a hammer and rummage over his contents.

When I walked into the room, I realized that this was supposed to be the back room where the owner was resting. The location is small, but with a small stove, a bed, a small table and a chair, it seems to be a nice place to take a break. I double-checked the room again, trying to make sure there was no more danger.

It was then that I heard footsteps coming from behind. The footsteps were dragging and didn't feel like a human being. I picked up the hammer and walked carefully outside the house. That's when I saw a figure fall to the ground, and I couldn't see it well because the glass in the store was so dirty. I ran out in two or three steps, raised my hammer and got ready for battle. However, unexpectedly, the one outside turned out to be not a zombie, but a girl.

Looking at her weak appearance, I was afraid that she was about to transform as an infected, so I cautiously reached out and touched her forehead. This girl has a fever! According to my experience, the body temperature of the zombie mutant is very low, so this girl should not be infected.

I don't know how she survived in the last days and is still here, but since I met her, I decided to save her life.

I looked at this small room and felt that it was not badly hidden, and I was not able to move with a person, so I had no choice but to use this place as a temporary place to live first.

I put her in the house, it was still a little warmer, and I covered her with a quilt. Now I have the opportunity to take a closer look at her appearance, she looks very good, and has the temperament of a sunny girl. Her lips were dry, and she hadn't drunk for a long time, so I quickly took out my three remaining bottles of water and fed her a little.

After feeding her some water, I probed her head again, and I thought I needed to get her some medicine, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to survive.

To be honest, I know that there is a high possibility that the overflow of compassion will kill me in the last days, but I am a fatherless and motherless person, and I have no relatives to worry about in the last days. If I don't have any other reason to live than the desire to win, why should anyone else do something?

I suddenly felt very happy, a feeling I hadn't felt at all before the end of the world. This feeling is anticipation, hope!