The last half of the loaf of bread was eaten three days ago.

The bread had long since passed its expiration date, and it was an accidental discovery by Wang Dafu under the bed, and he ate half of it that day and the other half the next day.

For the next three days, he rummaged through the house in the hope of finding a second loaf of bread.

He didn't get his way.

The stomach has not eaten for three days.

The bucket on the balcony was filled with rainwater, and he filled his stomach with cold water, but he couldn't fool his stomach, and hunger kept hitting his brain.

Walking to the balcony, he poured another glass of rainwater.

Hearing that drinking rainwater directly would cause him to get sick, he would rather get sick and die than endure hunger.

Leaning against the window, he pulled back a corner of the closed curtain.

On the stone brick path downstairs, two zombies are wandering. Take a closer look, on the lawn, in the corner of the wall, lying or lying, there are several zombies waiting.

The end times have been coming for nearly two years.

Without any warning, the process was extremely short, and countless people suddenly turned into zombies and began to bite the living around them.

There was no time to take any precautions, and the order collapsed in an instant.

He had been hiding at home. Because he was lazy, he hoarded a lot of convenient food at home, as well as several bags of rice from his hometown.

Food will eventually be consumed one day.

His stomach was cramping.

Staying at home, there is only one future option: starvation.

Going to rush out?

He moved his gaze and found most of the zombies downstairs, if it had been three days ago, he believed that he could at least break out of this way.

But now he has lost this physical strength.

I can only lie at home and wait for death to come.

Lowering the curtains, he leaned back against the couch and curled up.

Even if you rush out, what's the use?

The commissary at the entrance of the community was already emptied on the first day of the end of the world.

Only he really believed in the nonsense of "everything is controllable" and fell into the current situation.

Other residents may still have food in their homes, but the doors are closed, and his profession is electrical engineering, not sliding door locks.

Maybe he can use his professional skills to build a zombie power system to generate electricity?

He smiled bitterly, electricity can't be eaten.

His stomach let out a weak moan, and his mind flashed through the delicious taste of bread three days ago, noodles, steamed buns, barbecue, hot pot...... Everything he's ever eaten.

The food tangled in his brain, and slowly all dissipated, leaving only one dish.

The most basic, the most ordinary dish.

- Soy sauce fried rice.

Soy sauce fried rice is simple, not a delicacy, he doesn't need a delicacy now, what he needs is a food that fills his stomach, just fills his stomach.

That's soy sauce fried rice.

When I was a child, I went crazy for a day, and I ate soy sauce fried rice like a hungry dog at my grandmother's house, and when I grew up, I was busy all day and devoured soy sauce fried rice in front of a small stall.

His vision was a little blurred, and his tongue was full of words.

Wanting a bowl of soy sauce fried rice, there was no room for anything else in his mind.

Wanting a bowl of soy sauce fried rice was his wish for the rest of his life.

He wants a bowl of soy sauce fried rice, and he is willing to pay any price.

That's when he saw it.

Through the gaps in the corners of the side curtains, he saw a small red advertisement printed on the wall next door.

[Xiaonan fried rice 138***829, available for delivery]

He wondered.

He lives on the fourth floor, who would paint this kind of small advertisement on the exterior wall of the fourth floor? How? Who is it for? Was there this little ad before?

Soon, these doubts were far away from him.

There are only two words left in his eyes: "fried rice".

He picked up his phone from the ground and sobered up a little.

He was amused that the phone had long since been unreachable, and his phone had long since run out of battery.

Now pick up the phone, what is he going to do?

He pressed the power button.

The screen lights up, and the familiar boot animation appears.

Is there electricity?

When the phone entered the main interface, he saw that there was still a little red wire battery left, and there was still a signal left.

The scene was a little weird, but he didn't think much of it, and hunger took over his brain again.

He typed in the number and pressed the dial button.

A busy beep sounded.

After five or six sounds, the busy sound disappeared, and his heart tugged.

He heard a click, and the phone went through!

"Soy sauce fried rice, I want soy sauce fried rice!" He was ecstatic, and fortunately, he still remembered to control the volume.

There was no response on the other side of the phone, and he didn't care, and continued: "I saw your ad on the wall, and I ordered a soy sauce fried rice. ”

Soy sauce fried rice occupied his mind, and he didn't care at all that the other side said that he didn't speak.

He said to himself: "I live in Building 9, No. 404 of Hella Garden, my name is Wang Dafu, I have money, I have a lot of money, as long as you send fried rice, I will give it to you!" ”

He babbled and talked a lot, but the other side didn't say a word.

Taking away the phone, he looked at the screen, it was pitch black, and the battery was out.

The sun was bright, shining through the unshading curtains, shining on his face, and he felt dizzy.

Did I really get through the phone and order a soy sauce fried rice?

Did the other party really hear the address of his home?

His mind was in turmoil, and from the moment he saw the small advertisement outside the window, he felt that reality was separated from him, and he seemed to be caught in a momentary delusion because of the dazzling sunlight.

He thought:

The phone has long been out of battery, how can it be turned on?

Communication has long been cut off, how can there be a signal?

In the last days when materials are scarce, how can there be a fried restaurant?

There are zombies outside, how can you bring a meal?

It's all delusional.

He laughed, laughing at himself for having such a sweet dream.

He hated that he had woken up too early, and if he had woken up later, he might have had a good meal in his dreams.

He pressed the power button hard, and sure enough, the phone didn't light up.

Dropping his phone on the ground, he covered his face.

The eyes were a little moist, but the tears did not fall. He's been crying too much.

He emptied his brain and didn't think about anything, which was better.

However, the image of soy sauce fried rice lingers.

He got up, walked to the door, and sat down.

Just in case, he was saying just in case.

Will soy sauce fried rice really be delivered?

After all, even the extinction of the dinosaurs will happen, and it is very possible to send a small soy sauce fried rice, right?

He was in high spirits, and he stared at the door, waiting for a knock, a "Hello, your takeaway has arrived".

Thirty minutes, no movement.

Sixty minutes, no movement.

For a hundred minutes, no movement,

Expectations all turned into disappointment, mingled with the sadness in his heart, a vast, dark despair that enveloped him.

All emotions are gone, all senses are gone, hunger is gone, and hope of life is gone.

He stood up, went to the bedroom, and took out the sheets that he had been preparing for a long time, rolled into strips.

On the ceiling of the guest room, there is a sturdy pole for hanging fans.

He took a chair and tied the sheet to the pole.

The sheet hung over his neck, and as long as he put his neck in the sheet, he could leave this hellish world.

He gripped the sheet and didn't move, his last hesitation.

He looked to the future, only to see darkness, and he stood in the present, with a cliff at his feet.

He made a decision.

"Knock knock—"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

He listened carefully, it was a knock at the door! Zombies don't hit the door so regularly!

In an instant, hope was rekindled, and he burst into tears.

He was about to jump out of his chair and open the door, but his weak body surprised him at this time.

His feet in the corner of the chair went limp, and the chair flipped on its side, his body falling to the side, his neck in the sheets.

"!"

He cursed at this damn fate.

Gravity pulled his body, the sheets grabbed his neck, and the feeling of suffocation came violently.