About a month ago, rumors suddenly circulated on the Internet that the winter of 2022 was the end of the world, and there are various versions, scientific calculations, folk metaphysics, the reincarnation of the spirit boy predicting that the end is coming, etc., etc., and some people say that the Mayans have less time, and the correct date of the end is December 22, 2022.

Although there are experts on the TV news who have come out to criticize the rumors, there are still many people who believe that the end is coming, if the prediction is true, then there is only more than a month left from December, so my mother is afraid that the end of the world will come and the whole family will lack nutrition, so she and my father together to buy a large number of jars at home to prepare more pickles, so as to save the world from chaos and no vegetables to eat.

The food and bottled water in the supermarket were almost sold out, and in those days there was a serious smog in major cities across the country.

My mother thought that I was tired and sick, so she postponed the pickle and took me to the community hospital to hang a drip, but the hospital was overcrowded, and there was no place to put my feet in the corridor, so I went to the municipal hospital, where the situation was even worse, and the queue for medical treatment was thrown outside the hospital gate.

My mother was afraid that there would be other infectious diseases in the hospital, so she went to the pharmacy and bought me a few bottles of anti-fever and anti-inflammatory medicine, but it was of no use to my condition.

After burning for three days in such a groggy state, he finally turned into a zombie......

Fortunately, my parents went to the safety camp, at least they were safe, and I thought of the man who borrowed from my house, he was definitely not an ordinary human, oh, not an ordinary zombie, he told me that as soon as he entered the building, he sensed that there was a low-level zombie on the fifth floor, and he chose to live in my house In addition to my mother's note, but also because I was the quietest zombie he had ever seen, he hated those guys who yelled and screamed.

He said that he had chosen the opposite path to the past, so what path did he take before? I think it's missing the point.

He chose another possibility, and he met me, and in his 'once upon a time', he didn't know what would happen to the zombies after drinking his blood, so he wished me good luck and said goodbye.

He not only changed the trajectory of his own life, but also mine, and I don't know how my fate would have ended without him.

With the return of consciousness, my eyesight also returned, looking around the familiar bedroom, it had not changed, but I was like an uninvited guest, and the street scene outside the window, no longer the bustling street I was familiar with, was messy and dilapidated, and the brown blood stains were like stubborn stains from the sunken years, exuding bursts of foul smell.

I opened the door with the spare key in the drawer, and there was a bucket of water in the bathroom, which my mother usually kept to prevent the water from being stopped and flushing the toilet, and I hadn't taken a shower for nearly a month, and the smell of my body could smoke me to death, so I took a cold shower with this bucket of water.

From the bathroom mirror, I saw that my face was pale, and my right eye had turned royal blue, and if I went out like this, I would be treated as a monster if I didn't think of a zombie.

I was going to the safety camp to find my parents, so I had to travel in disguise, I remember buying a health pillow when the merchant gave me an eye patch, quickly turned it out, made myself a one-eyed pirate signature eye patch, tied my long hair, and changed into a tracksuit and high-imitation military boots, this shoe was originally bought for a planned trip, who would have thought that it would be used in the last days.

I was afraid that if my parents came home, I left a note for them saying that the well-wishers had cured me and that I was going to the safe camp to find them.

The biggest advantage after waking up is that I no longer crave flesh and blood, I have to find food to enhance my ability first as my benefactor told me, otherwise I can only be an ordinary zombie, and ordinary zombies in the last days are as dangerous as ordinary people.

After all, a lot of thugs don't care if they kill people or zombies, and I'm a zombie movie lover myself, and I know that some of the plots in the movie are not exaggerated, such as people eating people, such as killing people for a bucket of instant noodles.

I walked out of the building with my hiking bag on my back, which contained trivial items such as a flashlight, radio, lighter, and two sets of change of clothes.

There are only two or three new partners wandering around the community, some of them have been solved by the military, and the rest are at the gate of the community.

After a month of not going out, the outside world has changed beyond recognition, and the unmaintained streets are littered with abandoned cars, littered with garbage, bloodstains and shards of glass, and rotten flesh in human shapes roaming the streets.

My city is not big, because it is close to the border of the Soviet Union, the development of trade and tourism are not bad, and the benefactor said that the Soviet side has built a protective wall, built a great wall of ice and snow in Siberia, and refuses to accept refugees from other countries.