Half an hour later, calming down the churning emotions, I began to carefully inspect the room, a hall, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen with rice, shriveled tomatoes, and six eggs. In addition to that, I found a few apples that should be edible.

The room was furnished as if the owner had just left, except for the fine dust on the floor and table, of course. I hadn't drunk water for a long time, my mouth was dry and cracked as if I had lost consciousness, and there was still half a bucket of water in the water dispenser in the room, and I couldn't think about it anymore, so I knelt down and drank from the water dispenser with my head sideways, the water drenched my collar, but I didn't care.

After drinking enough water, like a savage who has just fallen into the world, I took two raw eggs, gently smashed the shells, ignored the disgusting fishy smell, pinched my nose and drank the egg mixture, and then took the apple with wrinkled skin and nibbled on it.

What a blessing.

Lying in bed, I thought so. I seem to have forgotten my troubles, forgotten my fears, and just quietly enjoyed a moment of peace here, which is happiness, and I think I should cherish it.

Nibbling on the apple, the honest face of Silly Dali suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, my mouth stopped, my chest cavity suddenly seemed to be blocked by something, my nose was sore, and the corners of my eyes and temples were suddenly burned by something, I should have had his share but because of my selfishness

After chewing the apple like wax, I took off my coat, put my pistol on my pillow, covered myself with the quilt, and lay down quietly, listening carefully to the occasional ghoul roar outside the window, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

I slept for nearly twenty hours, the first time I had slept so soundly since the disaster, and I woke up at dawn the next day. After waking up, I planned to change the clothes of the master's house, but unfortunately, I couldn't wear them, so I finally had to change into an autumn coat and pants inside, which were a little tight, but barely able to wear.

I ate the last four eggs in one go, then stuffed two apples in my coat pocket, lifted the curtain a small slit, and peeked outside, the hordes of ghouls of yesterday had dispersed, and perhaps occasionally there were two scattered ones, with the guns in their hands, and the knives, I thought, there should be no problem.

After thinking about it, I began to rummage around the house again, because I thought of a way to fight the ghouls face-to-face, but to avoid being scratched, and when I was changing clothes, I saw in the corner of the wardrobe a four-fingered steel pipe, about one meter six or seven long.

I found the tongs in the drawer, cut the two wire hangers and used them as ropes, and fixed the handle of the knife to one end of the steel pipe, so that it was a large knife long enough to avoid being scratched by the ghouls if I met a ghoul and was afraid to use a pistol to attract other ghouls to face to hand.

After doing this, I took a deep breath, no longer delayed, gently opened the door, took a homemade long knife, bent on my waist, carefully observed the situation in the outside world, and found that there was no problem, so I walked out lightly.

Rather than venture through a county town full of ghouls, I'd rather stay in a residential house in peace, but I know that's not realistic.

The direction I went to was the place where the ghouls were full of yesterday, because this direction was the place where the plane I saw yesterday fell, and I had an immature hope and fantasy in my heart, maybe the plane was only slightly damaged, and the pilot was only slightly injured, what if I could still fly? Although there is little hope.

I know it's ridiculous and naïve, but who understands how much a death-threatened person wishes he could break free from the shackles of death? There is no limit to people's desire to survive, there is no bottom line, even if there is a trace of possibility and hope, I want to try it, I want to see.

Today's weather is very good, and the rising morning sun hangs high in the sky, dispelling the cold and the dead air that envelops the county.

With a long knife in my hand and my nerves tensed, I was able to see and hear in all directions, and the slightest sound would make me stay where I was for more than a minute to see if there was any danger around me. Human beings are the most powerful primates, and their strength lies in their ability to adapt to the environment and their strong will to survive.

Everything on the streets is rusty, like the corpse spots on the old people who are about to die, whether it is doors and windows, or motor vehicles, the thick layers of rust always hint at people that this is a lost town, and people can't help but feel lonely and desperate in their hearts.

I tried to find a vehicle to drive from the cars scattered around the street, but unfortunately it didn't, but it was expected, so I wasn't discouraged.

My goal remained the same, and it was getting closer, which made my inner curiosity and adventure more and more intense.

Finally, I saw what I was looking for, it was a fighter jet sprayed with gray paint to expose the tail fin, the left wing was charred black, as if there was a problem with the propeller under the wing, but there was no explosion, its nose hit the window of the second-story balcony of a residential building, it was stuck in the wing, and the rear half of the fuselage was suspended in the air, giving people the illusion that it would fall at any time, so that people did not dare to approach easily.

Ho!!!

I was stunned when a roar of excitement entered my ears, and I looked back to see a female ghoul dressed in household clothes, the pathogen, pounced on me with its teeth and claws, its chin, cheeks, and blouse stained with dark red blood, suggesting to me that it had been feasting not long ago, but that she was hungry again.

It had one bare foot, revealing its sharp claws, which made me can't help but be horrified, and unconsciously looked at its hands, its ten fingers turned out to be long and sharp claws, which were claws, beast-like sharp claws, not nails, like finger bones growing out of the fingertips, slightly bent inward, very sharp and just the right curvature, I can even imagine the scene of this pair of sharp claws grasping the flesh and blood of a person.

Before it could rush over, I was on high alert, holding the steel pipe in both hands and raising my knife, ready to give it a big gift.

Ho!!!

It opened its mouth with its canine teeth staggered and was ready to eat, and I, how could I let it succeed?

Call!

"Hah!"

I mustered up all my strength, and I couldn't help but let out a loud cry, and slashed at its neck, but it was so fast that I slashed down and slashed into its open mouth. The knife cut through the flesh of both cheeks to the end of its gums, but it bit down on it, and I heard a soft 'rattle' sound.

The long knife that was split out had a strong inertia, causing it to fall to the sky, and I was violently trying to pull the long knife back, but I was bitten to death by it twice. Fortunately, it was going to struggle to get up and eat me, otherwise if it would not let go, I would really have no choice. When it let go of the knife, I saw an opportunity and slashed at its neck again.

Click!

With a soft sound, the steel knife collided violently with the bone, and the blade slashed through its neck, severing its neck bone, leaving only a trace of flesh and skin, and hanging the head around its neck.

I succeeded in surpassing it and giving its soul rest. But the strange thing is that I did not feel any discomfort, which was unthinkable before, and I was able to cut off other people's heads with peace of mind, and stared at my work with an expressionless face like an executioner, without the slightest guilt or discomfort in my heart, although it had become a man-eating beast, but before that, it was also a living person.

I no longer think about these non-nutritious questions, because I have gradually understood that if I want to live, those childish thoughts can no longer be applied in this world of disaster, and I can only make my nerves more tenacious, at least, to be able to protect myself, at least I can bravely face my cowardice, and do what I thought I would never be able to do, this should be regarded as a kind of transformation.

Shaking off the sudden surge of emotions in my mind, I looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no danger, I climbed into the residential building.

I stood in front of the nose, glanced at the walls that had been crushed by the wings, stared for a moment, and climbed into the nose cabin.

In front of him, there was a lifeless male corpse. His eyes were open, but he had lost his lustre, he was wearing a light gray Air Force combat uniform, wearing a helmet, he was a plane pilot, I carried him out of the cabin, flat on the ground, he didn't have any visible wounds on his body, maybe he was knocked out of the internal injuries by a violent collision, but it felt strange no matter how you looked at it. I took another look at the nose of the fighter plane that crashed into the residential building, and the cockpit canopy of the fighter plane seemed to have been forcibly lifted off by something, and the cabin was full of dust and bricks, and the canopy seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, yes, it was because there was no canopy that I was able to climb into the cabin and carry him out.