"Don't scream!" An Ran raised his head weakly, turned his hand and closed the door, glanced at the fuss 18-bed delicate girl, turned his head again, and said to the 17-bed Hu frame: "Where is your mobile phone, give it to me, call the police!" ”

"I've called the police!" The 18-bed delicate woman frowned, and began to press her mobile phone again restlessly, looking at An Ran lying on the ground while making a phone call, "I called the police to say that my husband was missing, but the police phone has been busy!" These policemen in the country are all eating dry food, hum!! ”

Her husband has only been missing for two hours, and this delicate woman called the police and asked the people's police to find her husband?!

An Ran got up from the ground speechlessly, laboriously pulled the delivery bag he put at the head of the bed, and found a new pants-type sanitary napkin from it, the IQ of the 17-bed Hu frame was at least better than the IQ of the 18-bed delicate girl, although he couldn't move while lying on the bed, he looked at An Ran anxiously and asked:

"What's wrong with you? Why call the police? My phone is in a drawer. ”

An Ran shook her head, she didn't need a mobile phone now, since the 18th bed had already called the police, and she was still pressing the alarm phone, it would be useless for her to ask Hu Frame's mobile phone to call.

"I see outside..."An Ran took a deep breath, recalled the disgusting scene he had just seen, suppressed the fear in his heart, and tried his best to use a steady tone to say to Hu Frame: "Someone is eating people!" ”

"Huh?" Hu Jian raised his head slightly with a confused face, and because he pulled the wound, he weakly put his head back on the pillow.

The 18-bed delicate woman couldn't help but smile "poof", she was still repeatedly calling the police and her husband's phone number, and glanced at An Ran with some disdain, as if she felt that a civilian like An Ran would have this kind of crazy speech, which was also appropriate for An Ran's identity.

An Ran didn't reluctantly let Bed 17 and Bed 18 believe what she said, just glanced at the delicate woman in Bed 18, and went into the toilet tremblingly, and replaced the trouser-shaped sanitary napkin that had received a serious degree of fullness with lochia.

didn't wash his hands with those black waters, An Ran found a lump of toilet paper, wiped the blood on his hands, and then propped himself on the bathing table, looked at himself like a ghost in the mirror, raised the bangs on his forehead, and looked for it very, very, very carefully.

Far away, the "Little Fox Fairy" that has been singing in the corridor, finally in the case of the mobile phone running out of power, announced the end, the mobile phone screen dimmed, surrounded by it, those monsters who had successfully "evolved", lost their goals, and began to slowly scatter, some went to the end of the corridor, and some came to the ward of An Ran.

And in that far away, far northwest, in a brightly lit auditorium, there are several tables, and red banners are hung on the wall, [Farewell to the glorious discharge of comrades from the army], under the banner, there is a room of zombies wearing camouflage uniforms, wandering aimlessly, on the ground, there are still a few skeletons that have been eaten, and the food and vegetables on the table have not moved a few bites, but red blood and yellow phlegm are rushing everywhere.

Zhan Lian was covered in blood, his hanging hand was clenched into a fist, and there was still bright red blood dripping on it, drop by drop, falling to the ground, smudged into a small stall, he sat on a bench in the kitchen, one foot rested on the other's knee, and the other free hand was holding the mobile phone, dialing Enron's phone over and over again, until Enron's mobile phone was turned off by him.