Chapter 1: I'm Infected

It all started three months ago.

Claude tried hard to open his eyelids, but he felt as if his eyes were glued together, feeling his current state, his limbs were very numb, as if he was the kind of nerve paralysis caused by poor blood circulation for a long time, and his current posture was sitting.

What happened? Claude remembers that he just went to work and went to bed on time as usual, but how did he suddenly become like this.

Claude tried to move his body again with difficulty, and I don't know how long it took him to finally open his eyes with difficulty, and there was a blur in front of him, as if there was a white mist covering him, until he blinked his eyes hard, and finally after several attempts, he could see the environment in front of him clearly.

A beautiful living room, from this angle Claude can see beautiful European chandeliers and gorgeous domes, all European gorgeous decorations and neat ornaments, it seems that this is a very magnificent room, but the black blood in the corner of the eye makes the whole atmosphere a little weird.

Struggling to move his neck, Claude could even hear the sound of his bones being misaligned, and it looked like he had been in this position for a long time.

Blood, black stains, formed a distinct jet on the beautiful wallpaper, and underneath the blood was a man whose appearance was already difficult to see, and his clothes were torn in large patches, and the bare skin from them was already somewhat rotten.

Well, by the way, this person is the nanny aunt of his own body, it's a bit awkward to say this, but Claude is really not from this world, it's not a split personality, and it's not a hallucination, but you can see the difference from some clues.

For example, the country here is called Huaxia, the history here has changed since the beginning of the First World War, as if time has entered another branch, China here has not experienced that kind of bitter war, but as a real victor in the highest point of the whole world, both economic and military strength are steadily suppressed other countries, and it has become a beautiful country that all people yearn for.

Claude's father was a Chinese businessman, and his current stepmother is a native Frenchman, and of course he has a younger sister named Christine Anna.

Well, these things don't recall for a while, he has been in this world for a long time, and during this period of time, Claude has been distressed, depressed, and finally accepted the words obediently, until now, he thinks again, what is happening now?

Moving his gaze downward, Claude saw his right hand, and at his hand was a fire axe, the red paint stained with black blood, which stretched all the way to the place where the nanny had fallen.

Could it be that he killed this woman himself? How could you do such a thing? Are you crazy?

With difficulty, he withdrew his right hand, wanting to move away from the murder weapon, trying to calm his breathing, and gradually used his strong will to move the limbs, although he could not stand up immediately, but he was able to move his body.

It's just that, no matter what he does, he doesn't feel anything except numbness, his hands touching the floor seem to have no feeling, Claude struggles to remember what happened, but he finds that there seems to be a period of time when his memory is completely blank, and only one number flashes in front of his eyes: 1/100.

Yes, not the number he saw, but there was a number that seemed to appear directly in his mind, and Claude tried to look at it again, and sure enough, the number appeared in front of him, and then disappeared again.

His brain was a little confused, and his brain, which used to be very smart, was now spinning very slowly, and it felt like it would take him a long time to figure out something, a feeling he had never experienced before. You must know that in the past, whether it was reading a book or studying, you only needed to read it once and memorize it word for word, which may be the reason for the excessive death of brain cells due to lack of oxygen in the brain.

Struggling to get up, Claude leaned against the wall and tried to take the first step, feeling like a baby toddler, finally came to the bathroom, unscrewed the water pipe, leaned down and swallowed, he felt that if he was any later, he would die of thirst.

After a few sips, he suddenly noticed that there was no water in the pipe.

What's going on, the water is out? I have a separate water supply system at home.

Looking up, suddenly Claude was stunned, he looked at his face in the mirror, and at this moment he stumbled as if he had seen a ghost, leaning against the wall, looking at the figure in the mirror who made the same movement, and finally determined that this person was himself.

Are you still human?

It was still the same long hair, but the color had become gray and white, as if he had suddenly become an old man.

It's still the handsome features, but the blue-black veins have ruined the beauty, as if the baby-like skin has cracked in some places, and the muscles like dead ash are revealed from it.

The purple-black lips, the teeth in the mouth that had become sharp, and the red eyes with horror and panic, yes, the person in the mirror was indeed himself.

On the arm of the left hand, a clear imprint tore open the skin on the arm, but there was no blood flowing out of the cracked wound, and black blood vessels spread from the wound to the whole body, wrapping around the whole body like vines, is this the curse of the devil?

Claude remembered that he himself was infected.

The nanny aunt of the family got up in the morning, and by noon she suddenly started tearing the puppies and kittens in the house, and then began to attack herself.

Zombies, yes, not many people know about this kind of thing in this world, but in the world where I lived before, there were a lot of movies of this kind.

And he has now become a zombie!

Push open the door and walk through a small garden where the flowers are about to bloom. This garden was the favorite place of the body's biological mother, and the sun was shining brightly these days, and Claude smelled the flowers in the air, but unfortunately, he didn't smell anything.

Walking out of the gate of the villa with difficulty, several figures on the street looked over, leaned in this direction with swaying bodies, sniffed Claude's body vigorously, roared in his mouth, and ignored him.

Sure enough, it's too difficult to survive in the last days, but I don't need to hide from these zombies now, because I'm one of them.

Claude saw a familiar person, a security guard in another neighborhood here, he was very sunny, and he saw everyone with a smile on his face, coupled with his strong physique, which fascinated the young women who stayed at home for a long time. Now he was covered in rotten flesh, half of his arm was missing, and judging from the leaking bones, this guy must have had a hard fight before turning into a zombie.

Claude walked over slowly, opening his mouth to say hello, only to find that he could only let out an oh-oh roar, as if his vocal cords had withered in dryness.

Looking at the godless eyes of the zombie in front of him, and his unintelligent way of acting, Claude's mood sank, and he wanted to cry but couldn't shed tears.

I thought that even if I became a zombie, I would be able to find the same kind of zombies, but now I found that these zombies are walking dead without intelligence.

I look special and lonely.

Claude continued to walk, his body becoming much more flexible in the sunlight. He walked up to a zombie, stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and came to his eyes, trying to see even a trace of sanity in his eyes.

It's just that the zombie sniffed at Claude, and after finding that it was not food, it screamed at him, and the body wanted to continue to move forward, but he didn't know to get rid of Claude's arm, just like a puppet, as if it was a wild monster walking on a fixed line, and there was no wisdom at all.

Claude put down his hands in a daze, and looked blankly at the zombies walking by one by one, all of them had dull eyes, they were all insensitive, yes, they were all dead, they all deserved to die!

A tyrannical emotion surged in Claude's heart, and for some reason, in this angry emotion, he wanted to vent, he wanted these people to be able to communicate with him, to share with them the helplessness and fear of the moment.

A lonely person will easily become angry, and an angry person will easily develop violent tendencies.

Claude found a shovel to tend the garden, walked up to a zombie, and opened his mouth to yell at him.

The zombie in front of him was still staring blankly, as if he had no other thoughts than to tell if it was food.

"Whew!" Claude let out the loudest roar ever, and the shovel in his hand slammed into the zombie's head.

Bang! The zombie faced the same loss attack, as if he had no idea of defense at all, and the shovel smashed on his head at once, and all kinds of rotting flesh and blood flew for a while.

Where is the hardest place in the human body? Is it teeth? There is another place, which is the skull.

The steel shovel was picked up by Claude, but it couldn't penetrate the guy's skull.

So, the tyrannical Claude continued to swing, smashing down again and again.

Bang! With the splatters of flesh and blood, Claude seemed to see that one day he would become such an unintelligent puppet like him.

Bang! Brains flew out, Claude looked at the zombie in front of him who had completely lost his head, put down the shovel in despair, and looked blankly at the zombies gathered because of the sound.

They kept smelling until they couldn't smell any food at all, and then turned around and walked in other directions.

Treat it as if it were innocent, as if you didn't see it at all, there was a zombie of the same kind dead.

Claude sat down on the ground all of a sudden, looking up at the sky, and wanted to scream, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat.

A stream of heat, gradually slipping from his face, Claude reached out and touched it, and he found that it was tears.

That number jumped out: 2/100.