Speaking of which, short-sleeved men are really fateful. Zhidong secretly told the fat man that after the chemical spill, there was a series of accidents, not only the people who stayed at the scene to deal with the traffic accident were the first to change, but also those passers-by who were close to the vehicles carrying the chemicals were also infected. Since no one had estimated the danger of the chemicals at first, they did not intercept the departure of those people. In just a few hours, the people dispersed to towns and villages, and the entire area became a potential source of infection.

Those infected people have all lost the rationality of ordinary people, become bloodthirsty, carnivorous, and are no different from zombies, and it is not known why it will have an effect on the human body, the only thing that can be predicted is that once the infected person bites, the bitten person will become another "person" in a short time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a zombie. Therefore, Zhidong shot the long-haired woman who had not changed at the first time, otherwise the short-sleeved man would repeat the mistake in an instant.

Special police, armed police, anti-riot squads, and even officers and soldiers of the troops have been dispersed in various areas, and if they find an infected person, they will immediately kill them on the spot, which is the only way to stop the spread of infection from further expanding.

Zhidong and his companions were ordered to go to the hospital to protect the medical staff, which shows that the hospital is also in danger of receiving those who were injured in the traffic accident.

After a long delay, Zhidong planned to rush to the hospital immediately, but the fat man thought that I was still in a coma, so he wanted to let their car take me.

At this time, the fat man realized that something was missing, and after thinking about it, he realized that Dr. Qiu, who was traveling with him, had disappeared at some point.

The way back to the store was only a stretch, and it was not difficult to turn around to find someone, but when I turned around, several people were illuminated at the end of the high beam, and it turned out to be Dr. Qiu. He carried me on his back, and behind him there were Xiao He and the proprietress mother and daughter.

After getting out of the car, the fat man hurriedly put me in the back seat with Dr. Qiu.

It turned out that Dr. Qiu saw that the villagers were waiting for rescue at the entrance of the village, so he wanted the fat man to go back with him to pick us up, but in a blink of an eye, the fat man had climbed the telephone pole. He didn't respond to any call, so he went back to the store alone.

The fat man told Dr. Qiu and the others what had just happened at the entrance of the village in three or five sentences, which startled them. The next choice is whether to stay or go, which is another question.

To be honest, it is true that everyone gathering together will increase the risk of infection, but once they return to their respective homes, it is unknown when there will be rescue, and those villagers know that Zhidong has deceived them. I don't know what will be done. Whether to choose temporary safety, or to go out to explore a way to survive, no one dares to pack a ticket. The real problem is that even if you choose to go, one car can't fit so many people.

After careful consideration, it was finally agreed that I, the proprietress mother and daughter, Xiao He, and the fat man would go with the car first, and if one more person was squeezed, it would be reluctant, but one person would be left. Then it would be too dangerous, so Zhidong's companion stayed and waited with Dr. Qiu. Because he has a gun, he can improvise even if he encounters danger, and when he arrives at the hospital, the fat man will drive back to pick them up.

Let's start with the journey to the hospital.

There are few moving objects on the road, and some are only shadows that appear faintly, and it is impossible to tell what they are. Only the military trucks that came and went were speeding back and forth, and we could see one in about five or six minutes, and the speed was so fast that there was no way to avoid it, and our car could only slow down on the shoulders of the road. It is striking that the edges of the tarpaulins of the carriages of these vehicles are constantly swaying in the wind, although they are tightly strangled with hemp ropes. You can also see that the hidden things inside have no fixed shape and appear uneven. However, there is a phenomenon that the beds of military trucks in the same direction as us are empty, and the oncoming ones are full, so it can be inferred that there must be a lot of "waste" piled up in front of us that needs to be disposed of.

I finally arrived at the hospital, but I didn't expect that the gate of the hospital was guarded by officers and soldiers with loaded guns, and vehicles entering and leaving had to be checked. The pedestrian passage next to the gatehouse was lit and the people inside were on the phone.

Seeing our car approaching, a young soldier hurried up to meet us, Zhidong took out his police ID card and explained, and then asked us to pull over and walk in. In order to allow the fat man to enter after receiving Dr. Qiu and Zhidong's companions, Zhidong informed the guards again.

Zhidong carried me out of the car, and the fat man reversed and drove back, but as soon as I got off the ground, I was stopped by drinking, and one by one the guns were pointed at us, as if facing a great enemy.

No matter how Zhidong and the proprietress explained, they just wouldn't let us go and let us retreat beyond the yellow line.

Under the illumination of two dazzling headlights, we found a 50-centimeter-wide yellow line under our feet, the yellow paint was obviously not dry, and there were many tread patterns and footprints on it.

At this time, two heads wearing police hats poked out from the glass window of the porter that was removed, and they only noticed what was happening at the door after hearing the theoretical sound, fortunately Zhidong happened to see it, so he greeted them loudly. The two policemen were familiar with Zhidong and hurriedly came over to inquire. Zhidong explained that I was sick, not infected, and hoped that they would make it easier for me to be treated in there.

After a few minutes of mediation, a soldier made a phone call in the concierge, and after another ten minutes, a soldier ran out of the dim night with two doctors and examined my whole body in detail.

After some tossing, I seemed to be a little more sober, I heard a lot of conversations in my ears, my body was being carried on a stretcher, and I saw that the green space and the aisle in front of the inpatient department were full of large vehicles. All vehicles have a large bag of clear plastic with a mouth tied to the top of the car, like a sack in a slaughterhouse.

The people on and off the carriage wore reflective clothes, handed over plastic bags regularly, and shouted orders intentionally or unintentionally when they saw us walking by.

There was no light to see what it was, but the strong smell of blood signaled that the plastic bag was either dead or alive.

Why do you say that, it seems to me that the dead and the living are two different things. The reason why it is called a human being is because it has thoughts, has a heartbeat, can jump, walk, and speak, and can do good and bad things, while a living corpse does not necessarily have a mind and a heartbeat, and does not necessarily jump, walk, and speak, let alone do good and bad things.

I've seen zombies as a kid, and decades of experience have taught me what zombies are, but what are I seeing so far?

Zombies come back from the dead, but the living corpses after the accident turned out to be infected with chemicals, so I'm not sure how to explain it from a scientific point of view, maybe today's "not necessarily" will be "certain" in a short period of time. (To be continued......)