The air in the bathroom was filled with the smell of detergent, the sink was spotlessly clean, a square mirror was fixed to the white tiled wall, next to it was a rectangular storage compartment, I raised my hand to open the storage compartment and saw two cups for brushing teeth neatly placed on the first floor, two toothbrushes in the cups, a few boxes of unopened toothbrushes on the second floor, some men's cleansers and razors on the third floor, and some hair bands rolled up and sorted by color in small boxes on the fourth floor, I picked up the wooden comb that was placed on the fourth floor, looked in the mirror, and combed my hair. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sid looked like a well-organized man.

I made up my mind.

The roots were still soft, but the ends were a little split ends and frizzy, and I lowered my eyes to comb through the tangled strands. Raising his eyes, he looked at the girl in the mirror in silence, her brown eyes were a little tired, the dark circles under her eyes seemed to be a little serious, her face was not as pale as when she first woke up, her stomach was warm, and I thought that Sid's hot milk seemed to have played a role.

I casually took a black headband, combed the strands of hair hidden in my pajamas, and tied a single ponytail at the back of my head.

With no hair to hide, a warm neck, skin in contact with the slightly moist air in the bathroom, I unconsciously tugged at the coat that Rashid had given me. He was much bigger than me, and the boy's coat was like a cotton cape, and the hem of the coat covered my thighs. I raised my hand to pull my sleeve up to my elbow, only to see the tender red scar on my arm that had not yet healed.

The screams of zombies, the rancid mouths, and the bloody memories came flooding into my mind all at once.

As if I had been hit the head, I held on to the cold sink to stabilize my body.

Wrong......

It wasn't a dream......

My fingers clasped the pool so hard that I bit my lower lip.

The wounds from the fight with the zombies in the church are still on my arm......

It's all true......

Zombies, Heavenly Punishment, Inquisitors.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

[Lust, violence, money, cannibalism, sex. 】

Far more than the seven deadly sins. 】

[Mankind, your sins have long been washed away. As the Inquisitor, I will watch you pay for your sins, let the blood warm the cold of the abyss, and the dead return to the earth. 】

The inquisitor's strange voice seemed to be in his ears, tugging at the deepest pain in his brain.

Damn it!

I clenched my fists and smashed on the edge of the pool, trying to shake off those dark memory fragments, resisting from the deepest part of my heart, like vines, groping, extending, and the next moment it seemed to wrap me layer by layer, and the warm current surging in my heart was replaced by darkness little by little, anxiety, swallowing my mind little by little.

The Heavenly Penalty will also start at once.

Those zombies, even ghouls, will make a comeback!

stared at himself in the mirror, his face getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, I noticed that the skin on the collar of my pajamas seemed to be a little red.

I had been wearing my hair loose and covering the skin on my neck, which made me ignore this detail.

Suspicious, leaning sideways to get closer to the mirror, I pulled down the collar of my pajamas, and my eyes widened in surprise at what was in the mirror.

My neck is usually tattooed with a red cross!

The pattern of flames surrounds the cross, which seems to be dripping blood, and the skin around it is slightly reddened by this mark, and even a little hot and burning.

Could this be......

Sacrifice.

This word flashed in my heart, and my heart instantly sank to the bottom, and it was cold.

"Bang-" The sudden sound behind me startled me.

I turned sharply and looked warily at the small door, a vague outline imprinted on the frosted glass of the toilet door, I couldn't make out who it was, but I vaguely felt that the figure was somewhat familiar.

"Bang-" The man slammed again, and the lock trembled.

"Who? Sid? "I leaned against the pool and tried to adjust my breathing to make my voice as calm as possible.

Didn't Sid open the door for Lille......

The man outside the door seemed to stop when he heard my voice, and just stood behind the door, I looked at the vague outline, hesitated, and walked towards the door.

In my mind, the gentle smile of the blonde boy came to mind.

I know he won't hurt me.

Holding the cold doorknob, through the frosted glass, I found myself so close to the figure that it was as if I could feel the other's breathing.

After a moment's hesitation, I lowered my voice, my forehead resting against the cold frosted glass.

"Sid, is that you?"

The other party did not answer.

"If it weren't, I wouldn't have opened the door." The guard in my heart is a little more vigilant.

Quietly, I saw a hand gently touching the frosted glass, where my forehead was leaning, and the other party seemed to want to feel my temperature through the glass.

He could hear it......

After hesitating for a few seconds, I spun my grip on the doorknob and carefully opened the door to the toilet.

What caught his eye was a bloodless face, both eyes were bloody holes, blood running down his golden hair, across his cheeks, and into the cracks at the corners of his mouth, the skin of his face was torn from the wings of his nose to the roots of his ears, revealing deep diagonal muscles, blood dripping down his chin onto the white T-shirt, and the hands leaning against the glass were about to lose three fingers, revealing white phalanges.

"Roar—"

The moment he saw me, he yelled and lunged at me!

"Sid!" I dodged his attack and pressed hard against the toilet door.

Sid the Zombie roared, his coughed up blood splattered on the white tiles of the toilet, the smell of blood bursting through the air, and his blood-covered hands scratched at the door, leaving shocking marks on the frosted glass.

Damn it!

I gritted my teeth, pressed my shoulders against the door panel, and pressed against it with all my strength.

Its left hand reached through the crack in the door and grabbed my coat.

Worst!

Its gray dry hand grabbed my coat tightly, and I gritted my teeth and grabbed the fingers of his clothes with my right hand, snapping them with a "click", and squeezing his hand out of the crack with my left shoulder against the door panel, and slammed it shut.

The smell of blood was blocked out of the door for a moment.

"Bang bang!"

Outside the door, Sid slammed the toilet door hard.

I took a few steps back and looked at the ground glass on the door panel stained with blood.

Feeling a stickiness, I wiped my cheeks, only to find that they were covered in blood that Sid had coughed up.

Can it be infected?

I do not know.

Silently turning on the faucet, I numbly flushed away the blood from my cheeks and arms, the young man who talked and laughed gently, and the zombie covered in blood just now, the two figures overlapped, and my heart was bitter.

Looking up, cold water ran down my cheeks.

Blood, slowly seeping out of the mirror.

Little by little, like the scarlet letters on the glass of the church that day.

【081014】

A string of blood-colored numbers quietly unfolded in front of him.

I looked at the string of numbers, and it was as if I felt the coldness of the deepest part of death.

[Heavenly punishment has begun, and whether you can survive or not depends on your own choice. 】

Are you really going to punish us like this......

Creator.

The zombies behind him kept banging on the door panel.

I told myself it wasn't Sid, Sid was dead.

I removed the blade of Sid's razor and hid it in my coat pocket for a rainy day, and glanced at the small window of the toilet, the sky outside the window was dead ash, I stepped on the toilet and climbed onto the windowsill, pulled the cold glass window open, and the cat got out.