The zombie in the suit knows in his memories that he was not a great person before, and has always dreamed of wearing such a suit, bringing an expensive watch, and living a comfortable life, but he is just a hotel waiter. He is always provoked by a strict manager, perhaps because he is better than him.

The zombie in the suit knows that he has a mild mental illness, which is 'obsessive-compulsive disorder'. It's not a disease, but you want to be perfect in everything you do, and if you feel imperfect anywhere, you will feel uncomfortable. As a waiter, the zombie in the suit did a very good job when he was alive, and he would not let go of any small details, which was also unanimously praised. Of course, this is also the reason for the manager's dissatisfaction, because the manager is not very old, and he wants to do it for a few more years, but with this momentum, his position is seriously threatened.

I used to wear cheap suits all day long, and I had to be very neat. I hold sterling silver cutlery all day long, but it is not my own, and I have to put them on the table seriously. I watched those upper-class people eat fine food all day long, with beautiful girls around them, but these were not my own, and I could only stand behind them, hand them napkins, pour fine wine, open the lids of those plates, and look at the food on them, I could only smell but not eat.

This kind of life has long been enough, and sometimes even wants to end one's life by death. I remembered what I looked like before I died.

It was late at night........................

The human, Grafvolud, had slammed the door of the hotel shut, locking all windows and doors and planks nailed to them. There are countless tables and chairs blocking the door, but this can only temporarily stop the attack of the zombies, and I don't know how long it can last.

Outside the hall, countless upper-class gentlemen in designer suits were stunned, and there were all kinds of reactions, which was quite interesting. There were even those who frantically knelt on the ground and begged for God's mercy.

"The end of the world, this must be the end of the world. The Mayan prophecy has been fulfilled, and today is the end of the world. ”

"Merciful God, have mercy on your servant and direct us in the way that leads us on, just as a shepherd guides a lost lamb. The Almighty Lord, omnipresent and omnipotent, casts out darkness and ushers in light for us. ”

"Whoever can take me away, I'll give him money, whatever he wants. ”

"My wife is still at home and I have to go back. ”

"yes, you can't stay here, it's just waiting to die. ”

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The mood was getting more and more tense, and the hotel staff could barely control the scene. Almost half of the people here don't believe that all this is true, they want to go back, they want to go back to their own home, because they still have their wives and children at home, maybe the woman by his side is his favorite.

Ugly faces were unmistakably revealed in front of Grafvolud, they were still struggling, they were still praying, they were still delusional. Grafvolud's heart was quite happy, and the expression they usually showed was not easy for even street hooligans to show.

Through the cracks in the windows, you can see that the streets are full of zombies gnawing on the living. Maybe something is already predestined at this time, maybe this moment is really the time for the world to end.

"Urgent notice, the city has been attacked by terror, the wall of St. Andrew's Mental Hospital has collapsed, and there are many mentally ill people on the street, please do not go out on the street, stay at home, close the doors and windows and wait for rescue. The police department has dispatched all its police forces and believes that the terrorist attack will soon be suppressed. Again, please do not go out on the streets, stay at home, close the doors and windows and wait for rescue, and do not open the door if anyone knocks. Urgent Notification ......"

All the TVs in the hotel were playing this emergency notice non-stop, and the government was still lying, but it was of course because they knew what was going on, and it could or may not be suppressed, and they could only lie anyway.

"yes, it's a terrorist attack, it has to be like this, those guys out there are crazy people. We don't go out, we wait for rescue. ”

"Yes, our government is very strong, we have so many police officers in our police department, I am still good friends with the police chief, I am going to give him a call......"

Speaking of telephones, the people here are also a little sad, all communication has been blocked after the disaster, and the telephones have long been useless. There are some satellite phones that can be called, but the signal is still very weak. Expensive satellite phones don't have a flashy appearance, but they do have a strong signal. Nowadays, there are many people who regret why they bought those beautiful phones and neglected the most important features.

At this time, who is still in the mood to play parkour with their mobile phone? They all want to call home to ask about the safety of their family, remind them to lock the windows, close the windows, and never leave their rooms. It's best to find a place to hide, and never open the door unless anyone knocks on the door unless you go home.

There are no real fools in this world, no matter which angle you look at it, you will understand. It's just that there are some people who are willing to continue to pray with their unrealistic illusions, but they know very well that they will never do stupid things whenever they have the opportunity.

Zombies can often be seen in the movie, and they all know what happened. Almost all of them are asking the same questions now: why here, why yourself, how do you reunite with your family, how do you survive this catastrophe.

Grafvolud smiled and straightened his suit, pulled his collar and pocket towel, and walked inside step by step from the hotel door. Whether it is his movements, shapes, or expressions, he looks like a rich man, but everyone knows very well that he is just a waiter, a waiter that everyone looks down on.

Walking in the crowd, Grafvolud was very proud, those rich people under his feet did not have their own temperament, now they are rich people, real rich people, they are just poor worms. At this time, it doesn't matter about the identity, it doesn't matter how much money the family has, it doesn't matter how high their status is, whoever has the strength now is the boss.

If you open the door yourself, the zombies will come in and eat them all. The zombie doesn't care how rich you are, he only cares how much flesh you have. Whether it's the most humble street man or an ordinary waiter, everyone's meat is the same for zombies.

"Ruud, where are you going? Didn't I tell you to guard the gate? Move more things over and block the gate so that those things don't get in. ”

At this time, Grafvolud was walking up the stairs, and the manager above came to pick on him again. Doesn't this annoying manager know the current situation? What qualifications does he have to order himself? Now that he is tired, he wants to go and have a glass of wine and find a luxurious suite to sleep well.

"Manager, your collar seems to be crooked. ”

"Really?"

Grafvorud smiled and stretched out his hand as he replied, "We should pay more attention to grooming and etiquette, but the zombies have already taken over this city, and we may not be able to leave alive." ”

The manager's face was not very good-looking: "Don't talk nonsense, isn't the police department trying to figure out a way now? As long as we stay here, we will definitely be able to wait for rescue." Go and move more tables to block the doors, and find more nails to nail the windows shut, and we'll be safe if the madmen don't get in." ”

"Manager, you still haven't seen the reality clearly, the world is ......" Grafforo pulled down the manager's neckline hard, and then raised his voice and said loudly: "The world has changed, even the boss is dead, don't pretend to be a manager in front of me." ”

The manager's body rolled down the stairs, and the audience fell silent, watching the manager roll down little by little. Maybe it only took 1 second or even less, but for the people in the hotel it's almost a few hours, because their hearts are fluctuating so fast and they already understand so many things.