The clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and rays of sunlight shone through the thinning clouds, illuminating the city that had not seen the sun in months.

Three months ago, the city's skies had been darkened for a long time, and everyone was amazed at the cloudy sky that had lasted for three months.

The changes in people's lives in these three months are not only that they can't dry quilts, but that all aspects of people's lives have been affected by it.

Weather such as rain and tides, as well as daily life such as the Internet, telephone, and even cable television, have all fallen into a state of disorder. Not only did people not understand what was going on, but even the government was so anxious that it had no clue and was scrambling to maintain public order for social stability.

It is very appropriate that someone came out to predict the end of the world, and brought out the doomsday prophecy of an ancient civilization, and used unprecedented strange celestial phenomena to deceive.

However, no one could have imagined that these crooks would all become blind cats.

The blind cat meets the blind cat of the dead mouse......

……

The man ran down the street blushing and panting, his steps staggering, drops of sweat sliding down his hair that stuck to his cheeks.

The white shirt he was wearing was already soaked with sweat and blood, and half of his body was red, as if he had been cut with a knife.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his skin was red, like a boiled shrimp.

Yet he was still running, the fear of death driving his legs forward, step by step trying to get away from what was behind him.

Behind him, a dark green tide rushed, and it was a series of walking corpses with teeth and claws, waving their rotting arms and spreading their blood-colored mouthparts, half-running and half-crawling after the man.

Fortunately, the distance between men and them is gradually widening.

……

Fang Yitian didn't know how long he had been running, but he felt that his lower body seemed to be gone.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt as if his body was expanding a little bit, getting hotter and hotter, and a feeling of swelling and pain was also a little more obvious on the surface of his skin.

Suddenly, a pull completely disrupted his already unsteady pace, and with a "bang", he fell the asphalt.

However, he was not in pain, or the pain was so strong that he could not feel any other pain.

Still, even if he didn't have much sanity left, he still knew what it meant to fall. He writhed wildly, trying to tear his hand away.

However, now that he is physically exhausted, this only resistance is also very powerless, and he can only let that force drag him away.

It's just that, at the moment of his despair, the sound of human conversation came into his ears, and his struggle gradually stopped.

"How did this guy run so fast? It's so strong, is it still human? ”

"This is a good thing, such a powerful person, if you join us, you can help us a lot!"

"Hey, are you blind! Look on his shoulders! ”

"Oh yo, bitten!"

"Alas, it's a pity!"

"Forget it, this guy has a bad life, all we can do is leave him a whole corpse. Throw it away! ”

After Fang Yitian listened to the gossip of the crowd, he felt that he was being lifted up, and soon after, he felt that he was lying on the ground.

During this time, he heard the angry shouts of people and the roars of zombies, as well as the dense gunfire, but these voices quickly subsided.

"Help......" It took him a few moments to help him figure out that he had been abandoned, and he shouted for help with hindsight, and tried to keep his eyes wide open, move his body, and crawl towards the army-green backs in the distance.

However, he was still dying after all, and after only a few steps of climbing, he was exhausted again.

At this moment, a strange fragrance wafted into Fang Yitian's nose. The fragrance was so enticing that Fang Yitian, a half-dead person, had a hint of motivation to get up and find out.

And the amazing thing is that Fang Yitian actually has some strength. He looked up at the source of the strange scent, which was a decapitated zombie with a pounding sac of flesh on its dark green severed neck.

Fang Yitian intuitively understood that that was the source of the strange fragrance.

Suddenly, he crawled towards the zombie, he didn't know why he was able to crawl, he just knew that he wanted to get close to the meat sac.

And when he climbed up to the meat sac, he didn't hesitate to open his mouth and swallow the meat sac, not feeling anything strange at all, even if it was just disgusting.

After a while, the meat sac was swallowed into his abdomen, but Fang Yitian felt unprecedented satisfaction.

It's just that it didn't even take a minute, and a tearing pain made Fang Yitian's face instantly ugly.

"Ahh He roared heartbreakingly, his body twitching and swaying involuntarily, and the extreme pain even made him almost shocked.

The pain started in the abdomen and then spread along the torso little by little to the upper and lower parts of the body until it spread all over the body.

In this process, Fang Yitian's body temperature that had just cooled down rose again, his eyeballs were also re-congested, and all the symptoms he had just escaped had reappeared and become more serious.

"Poof!" The roar stopped abruptly at one point, and then a fountain of blood erupted from his mouth.

However, after spraying blood, Fang Yitian didn't scream anymore. His eyes changed from cloudy to clear, and a silver line gradually appeared on his forehead.

He stood up with a shudder, and looked around a little dazedly.

……

"Sha-sha-" Fang Yitian dragged out a box under the bed, and then patted the dust on it, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After opening the trapper, he lifted the top half of the box.

Inside were some wooden, stone, and even iron utensils, no, more precisely, "weapons".

Knives, guns, swords, darts, bows and arrows, etc.

Of these things, except for a spear, the rest were made by himself. When he was a child, he loved to tinker with these things, from knife cutting wood tools in elementary school to polishing stone and iron tools in middle school.

At that time, it was just a leisure time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

It gave him a sense of joy at being recognized.

Perhaps these things are not worthy of the word weapon in the eyes of connoisseurs, but for him now, this is the best weapon.

This is true both in the sense of use and on a spiritual level.

He picked up a spear and rubbed it gently with his left hand, a smile on his face.

It was a coming-of-age ceremony made by his grandfather, and the spear was definitely the best work of the pile.

Speaking of which, he can enjoy this kind of manual work because of his grandfather.

"Grandpa......" Fang Yitian muttered in his mouth, endless worries surging in his heart, and at the same time, it also made him more determined in his thoughts.

Even though he still had the experience of near-death in his memories, he had recovered now.

He touched his forehead, and the expression on his face grew solemn.

"Is this a remnant of that thing, or is it some kind of price?"

“……”

"Forget it, as long as it can help me, it's good......"

He whispered to himself, his tone frighteningly calm.