"it, finally get through one"

As soon as I connected the mobile phone, I heard the current sound mixed with the unique "scream" of the little fat man.

", fatty, you're not dead, what's going on over there?"

", little beast, you're not dead, what's going on over there?"

We both said the same thing almost at the same time.

"Stop, stop, don't force me, listen to me, are you at home, what's the situation in the village, what about my parents?"

I spoke as fast as I could, before he spoke, or who knew what this thing was going to do.

"I don't know wow, it's a big deal, it's really Resident Evil."

There was a fat man's "scream" on the phone, but the noise was too loud, and I couldn't tell what state he was in, so he suddenly rushed to his head and yelled at the phone: "Your uncle, I asked you how my parents were." ”

"I don't know" After a few seconds, the fat man's reply came from the phone, but now I could hear his voice full of despair.

"There are basically no normal people in the village, I just went up to the roof to take a look, and there are those things everywhere outside. I didn't see your parents, but I saw the gate of your yard open, and I couldn't see the situation inside, I"

The more the fat man talked, the more excited he became, and he was basically crying at the back. Obviously, this sentiment affected me deeply, especially in this environment.

I slowed down my tone as much as possible, saying fatty, don't get excited, talk slowly if you have something, say it slowly.

"My parents, my parents are in trouble, my father will be standing in my yard in tatters, just now I saw my mother on the roof of the building with a few monsters towards the side of the road, I"

At this moment, the fat man has begun to cry, and I understand his current mood, because he is desperate at the moment, and I am terrified that the whereabouts of my parents are unknown.

The fat man was because he played games all night the night before, locked himself in the house and slept all day yesterday, and he didn't care so much when he woke up in the middle of the night, and continued to play with the computer until this morning, only to find out that the situation was wrong.

The fat man's real name is Zhu Pangliang, and he is only a few households away from my house. For us who grew up playing with mud with bare buttocks in the countryside, feelings can not be summed up by a "small hair"! For us, both parents can actually be said to be their own relatives.

I remember when I was very young, once there was a merchant in the village, I partnered with Zhu Fatzi to steal my dad's newly bought pants and took them to exchange for old candy to eat, but was caught by my dad is a beating, the fat man and his father happened to pass by, listened to my dad said the reason, and then looked at the little fat man next to him who was cowering in his eyes, and grabbed it was also a beating. On that afternoon of infinite spring, the village staged a men's doubles

Afterwards, my dad pulled Xiaopang aside and told him, this baby is not honest, you have to take him to learn more, and then gave him five cents, saying that he wronged you.

Afterwards, Xiaochub's dad pulled me aside and said, Liangliang didn't learn well since he was a child, he must have been pagging you to steal your dad's pants, just now your dad was angry and uncle couldn't persuade him, give you five cents to buy some snacks, and it won't hurt if you eat your butt

For rural children at that time, five cents was still a lot. For when I just graduated and I pooled money to open a store, the fat man and his father listened to my plan and lent me the money without asking anything.

For the grief of the death of the fat parents, for the panic of my parents' fate unknown, my tears finally stopped

I sat quietly in my chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette, until it was completely dark, and the thunder outside pulled me back from my dazed state, and I realized that my throat hurt as if it were on fire.

It's thundering again, and it's going to start damn rain again.

Touching the tears on my face and exhaling a heavy breath, I suddenly laughed, laughing so inexplicably, laughing so hysterically. Confused, helpless, sad, panicked, I am full of negative emotions, but I don't know which emotions to use to face the world at this time! Then I started drinking, leaning by the window and gulping down the kind of bad liquor that was sold in the store. I didn't know anything, I didn't dare to think about anything, I just wanted to wake up when I was drunk and find that it was all just a dream. Before I knew it, the drink slipped from my lips and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.

It was already completely dark, I didn't turn on the lights, and the street lights weren't on. The sky was still raining, and it still smelled of disgusting sourness. I just lay on the window, drunken and dim-eyed, looking downstairs with the faint light as the walking dead limped by, quietly, and they didn't seem to notice me. At this time, I was already very drunk, and suddenly I saw the ragged old king next door slowly passing downstairs, and I suddenly became interested.

"Hey, Wang"

Hearing the voice, Lao Wang turned his head like a machine, saw me, and then ran over with a low roar and slammed my roller shutter.

I drank too much alcohol and didn't know what fear was, so my head stopped thinking and only instinctively did those inexplicable things. I just looked at him and continued to drink. He just looked at me and kept banging on the door. After a while, I drank the small bottles again, I shook the bottles, and said downstairs: "Lao Wang, it's raining so heavily outside, it's not good for you to catch a cold, come and drink some wine with me." ”

With that, I threw the empty bottle at him. Impartially, this bottle happened to be smashed on his head, plus I was drunk, and I don't know how hard I used, this glass bottle actually smashed his head directly into the flower. Watching him slide down against the roller shutter like a puddle of rotten flesh after he was shot in the head, a sentence suddenly popped into my heart.

"Sure enough, the zombies want to hit the head, and the movie will not deceive me"

I happily watched Lao Wang's dead and dead body fall in front of my store, thinking that the so-called zombies were nothing more than that, but there was no sense of fear that should be felt because of "killing". Perhaps, after experiencing too many negative emotions, this level of things doesn't make me feel scared anymore, and besides, it seems that I didn't kill anyone, at least not anymore.

It didn't take long for Xu to hear the voice, and there were more than a dozen zombies around one after another swaying towards this side, I was already completely drunk at this time, and I was not afraid that they would smash the door open, and I picked up a box of liquor next to me, and smashed them on their heads one by one when I opened it. Maybe it was all luck to "stone" Lao Wang, there would be more than a dozen zombies downstairs in my house, and I threw down seven or eight bottles, and only two or three were lost.

"By the way, you can still play like this"

On a whim, I opened a bottle of liquor, rolled a roll of toilet paper and stuffed it into the bottle, lit it, and threw it towards the zombie in the middle.

“fireinthehole”

Unfortunately, the bottle smashed on it, it didn't kill it, it didn't burn after it fell to the ground and shattered, and I don't know if it was because of the rain or because the alcohol content was not enough. At this time, suddenly a bright light shone on my eyes, I turned my head away, covered it with my hand, only to realize that the flashlight or something was shining on me on the opposite floor, and then the person on the other side seemed to realize something, and turned off the light again.

After drinking so much wine and playing "weird" for a long time, I was really dizzy, and I didn't care so much, closed the window and closed the curtains, and fell asleep on the bed. Before falling asleep, consciousness returned for a while.

What if the door is smashed and they rush in?

Whatever, it's a big deal to become that ghost!

The next second, I fell into a deep sleep.

If the cataclysm outside is a storm, then my shop is an island struggling in the sea.

Either get submerged, or hold out for a few more days and be submerged again!

Not much difference!

I slept until noon the next day, and when I woke up, my brain was completely confused. My throat was dry to death, but I couldn't recover for a long time, my eyes stared straight at the ceiling, and it took a long time to barely get up, unscrew a bottle of mineral water, and go to the toilet to put water while drinking. I was trying to wash my face to sober up, but as soon as I got my face wet, I rushed downstairs like crazy. The storefront on the first floor is black and hollow, but fortunately, the door was not smashed by those zombies. My tense nerves suddenly relaxed again, and I sat down on the floor. It's crazy to think about the act of getting drunk the day before, and now that the wine is sober, I finally feel scared.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette to suppress the shock, but I found that I was wearing a pair of pants, and I didn't bother to go to the counter to get it, so I grabbed two packets of potato chips on the shelf next to me and began to gobble it up, after all, I didn't eat anything all day yesterday, and I was scared for the first half of the day, and I was crazy for the second half of the day, so I would really feel hungry.

Leaving the bag on the ground, I patted my ass back to the second floor and tried to continue calling my parents, but there was still no answer, which plunged me into despair again.

Then I started dialing the numbers in the address book one after another, hoping to get some news from other people, and I made more than a dozen calls, either no one answered or turned off the phone, until I dialed Zhu Fatzi's phone again.

"Fatty, how are you doing over there?"

I sat in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling in a flat tone, as if I had exhausted all the emotions I had spent all day yesterday.

"I'm alive"

The fat man's voice was hoarse and his tone was low. I can imagine how he's feeling right now, and why shouldn't I.

After that, we were relatively speechless across the phone.

We don't know what to say to each other, comfort each other? Encourage each other? We don't seem to need to be so self-defeating. There was only one thing I could say, stay safe and stay connected. Hanging up the phone and tossing it aside, I started thinking about what I was going to do next.

Immediately pack up your things and go back to my parents?

No, it's so unrealistic, I don't know what it's like out there right now, and walking a few kilometers outside in this situation based on my experience of watching a few movies feels like I'm looking for death.

Or can I wear my panties over and a sheet to save the world?

""

Half an hour later, I felt that this proposition was too difficult, and the only thing I could do now was to stay in my little castle, watch the phone, and live on the relatively adequate supplies in the store. Maybe one day a miraculous rescue force will come down from the sky and take me out of here. However, I heard on the Internet that many places around the world have been catastrophic, do the miraculous rescue forces still exist?

By the way, on the Internet, maybe there is new information on the Internet.

However, after a few minutes, my despair level rose again. Because, the internet is disconnected

""

I want to smash my keyboard off the screen. Your uncle, I spent the most expensive Internet fee in the world on the most garbage Internet, how can you drop the chain at this most critical time. Quickly picked up the mobile phone next to it, fortunately, the mobile phone signal is still there.

It was only when my stomach began to protest again that I put down my phone, which was already hot. What is now certain is that the situation is far from optimistic, and that the cause of the cataclysm is indeed the result of this unusual rain. Many people think that a new type of virus is caused by environmental pollution, which is infected through rainwater, and then the infected person changes and then spreads it to other people through biting and other means, just like rabies. As for the religious arguments, I simply ignored them.

Later, I read a lot of survival guides published by "veterans", and maybe I didn't care about them a few days ago, but now, I have to use this information to understand the world as much as possible. After all, to be able to publish these things proves that those people are still alive. After all, if you look at it more, you can also make yourself safer.

After soaking two buckets of instant noodles, a few ham sausages, two packets of beef jerky, and a bottle of Coke, I suddenly felt that I was much happier than those who needed to risk their lives to find food. I've seen someone on my phone share tips on how to go out and find food safely, and it's so thrilling, and I just have to go downstairs and get it from the shelf.

It turns out that being able to eat a bucket of instant noodles comfortably is happier than most people.

Once again, I am very glad that I decided to open this supermarket.