The water rushed over Kyungwon's body, and his ears were filled with the sound of water surging, and countless bubbles overflowed and burst.

It is a murky river with a smell of chemical mixtures, at a depth of at least 10 meters.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, the water is so strong that a human who falls into it without protection will be swept away and drowned in an instant, making it difficult for even a strong swimmer to maintain his balance.

But after the initial impact, he quickly regained his balance, wrapped his head in bacterial fluid, hardened to create a helmet, and the gap between his fingers and toes formed a frog-like structure, and he swam like a fish in water, without any rustiness, like instinct.

The water flowed down the elevation of the riverbed, towards the other side of the sea, and he heard the subtle difference in the current.

He can't stay in the water for long, he's essentially a terrestrial creature, and aquatic is not his specialty.

There was a dense popping sound overhead, and the lanky zombies followed his diving movements into the deep, wide river, struggling in the water, seemingly unable to swim, and he felt several zombies rushing past him.

There were so many of them, like a truck full of stones tilting and tipping down on the shelves by the bridge, and he was just under the truck, almost inevitably hit by the "stones".

A zombie bit his right hand, its sharp teeth embedded in his flesh and bones.

He doesn't have the extra physical strength to create a defensive protective layer throughout his body, and the overflow of the microflora consumes energy, flowing, plasticity, and maintaining hardening, all of which need to consume the energy in his body.

After the chase just now, he had little physical strength left, and at most he could only create a defensive layer in the key parts of the torso, head, and neck, and the part of his right forearm was really difficult to worry about.

The guy bit his right arm like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and it couldn't maintain a stable body in the water, but it didn't let go of its mouth, and was carried around by him.

More zombies fell from the bridge, like a school of blood-smelling Amazonian piranhas, with mouths cracked to the base of their ears and sharp teeth lined up like sharks.

The zombie hanging on his right arm climbed his arm with both paws, his mind was extremely clear at the moment, he was dragged by this guy, his speed plummeted, he had to make a choice, he couldn't escape unharmed with a zombie hanging on his body.

There was only one correct answer, and his left hand was pressed on his right shoulder.

- Click, click, click, with the sound of bones shattering and myofascia tearing, he tore off his right arm with his own hands.

Blood oozed from the wound, and black bacterial fluid wriggled on Sensen's white bones, covering the wound to stop bleeding.

He gave up his right arm and dived deeper into the river.

The zombie followed the current with his right arm, and countless "stones" fell from above, and he used all his strength to dive down, swimming towards a certain direction on the shore.

Finally he found the pipe opening, maybe it was the sewage pipe of the factory, or maybe it was the sewer drain of the city, and the row of pipes was displayed together, and the entrance was wide enough for him to pass.

He crossed a pipe mouth, swam diagonally through a dirt-filled pipe, and after crossing a corner, he came to a pipe that was vertically upward, and the pipe was covered with unknown algae, slippery and difficult to climb.

His feet were propped up against the walls of the pipe, and his barb was plastic on his left arm, but the speed was much slower than before, and he managed to climb through the puddle of sewage and climb above the water.

Probably into the sewer system of Shushan City, it was dark, foul-smelling, and there was no light in sight.

His tattered clothes and hair were soaked and clinging to his skin, he dragged his exhausted body and stumbled forward in the cramped space, he didn't know where to go, he had nowhere to go back, he didn't fit in with the world.

It seems that even the sewers can't accommodate him, because if you lift your head, you will hit a wall, and he will have to bend over to move forward.

A feeling of hunger and sleepiness swept over his body, and he wanted to lie on the floor and fall asleep, but he knew that if he just closed his eyes like this, he would never wake up again.

He felt his blood running down the wound, the flora becoming incessant, as if something had inhibited their vitality and rendered them inactive, causing the amputated opening on his right arm to stop the bleeding.

He almost forgot what it was like to be cold, he could feel the comfortable feeling of the sun shining on his body, but when the temperature dropped, he would only feel sleepy, and his limbs would be stiff instead of cold.

But now that he remembers it, it turns out that this is what it feels like to be cold, no. Maybe it's not a cold feeling, it's that he's going to die, and this coldness is brought to him by death.

He tore off the wet strip of cloth with his teeth, and used his mouth and hands together to tie up the cut in his right arm.

He didn't have the strength to go any further, and sat down with his back against the sewer wall, the touch behind him was not a hard stone wall, but damp and soft, like a wet ball of cotton holding him up.

He pinched it in his left hand, it was mold, the wall of the sewer, which had long been covered with mold, and he was lying on a large clump of mold.

It's good, at least better than stone.

He wondered why it was like this. He obviously doesn't have any lofty ideals, he has always kept to himself, he doesn't do anything too dangerous, he doesn't want to save the world, and he doesn't want to conquer the world.

He just wants to live, live better, and can't even fulfill this wish?

Why?

He came up with the answer:

Probably because he's a monster, but he wants to be a person.

He had a lot of opportunities not to be alone, and if he came into the world on the first day, he tore that lame puppy to pieces, and if he didn't build any shelter, he would just fight and eat like a monster.

That night, Tang Xue was originally his "event reward", and she was just "fresh blood food", but the human heart was still haunting, longing for companionship and understanding.

He has a gun and bullets, as long as he doesn't cower like a human, and don't be afraid that the growth of the microflora in his body will cause the loss of his human side, his strength can obviously increase rapidly, not only to this extent today.

At that time, the city was still very calm, and maybe he would become the "queen bee" of this hive first.

In order to be a person, he lost too many opportunities to become stronger.

If he had given up being a person earlier, everything would have been very different.

Why insist on being a person? The taste of blood was so wonderful, he had experienced the sensation of blood flowing through his throat, but he had to go against his body's instincts, just for a little inner perseverance.

Obviously, he can indulge himself, and he can follow the instincts of his body like any other monster.

Regret it? He asked himself.

There doesn't seem to be much to complain about.

Maybe others will complain, they will regret it, they will feel that it is meaningless to stick to that point, but he won't, because this is him, this human named Kyungwon, is such a person.

Suddenly remembered the time when he sat in front of the computer and played games, when he was unhappy, he could also choose to be like others, to mess up, to give away people's heads, to type and spray people, but he never did this.

Kyungwon didn't know what someone else would choose if they were faced with the same situation as him, but he knew what he would choose.

Even if he did it again, he would still make the same choice.

He wouldn't hack the puppy who was angry with him with a rusty kitchen knife, he wouldn't throw the girl who begged him for help in an iron cage, he wouldn't get angry with her because of her bigotry and distrust, he wouldn't abandon her for her actions, he wouldn't suspect her actions and purposes, he wouldn't kill the person who had been with him all winter for the sake of his body's instincts, and he certainly wouldn't abandon his humanity for the sake of strength.

He always treats everything inclusively and always sticks to his heart.

Of course, it is important to live, but how to survive is an even more important thing.

He has no regrets about what he has experienced.

If it were him, he would have chosen it this way, and he would have done it.

He actually believes in fate, and feels that in the dark, when there is a destiny, the future is actually predestined, because at the same fork in the road, even if he does it again 10,000 times, he will only choose the one he will go.

Die in the icy sewers and become nutrients for mold.

"Is this the end?"

He couldn't move anymore, his legs, which had suddenly swelled before, had dried up, it was just a temporary outburst, it was in exchange for something overdrawn, and now when it was time to repay the debt, the bones in those legs were completely shattered at the moment, and the flesh inside, as if it had been repeatedly beaten by a sledgehammer, had turned into soft flesh that had collapsed and lost its strength.

There were wounds everywhere, and blood was flowing little by little.

He tried to stuff the mold on the ground into his mouth and swallow it, but he didn't feel the slightest recovery, maybe his digestion was gone.

His ability to digest food does not depend on his stomach and stomach acid, all the digestion is done by the microflora in his body, and at the moment he is almost unable to feel the microflora.

It was another organ of his, but it was like it had been cut off.

It's disgusting to die in this black, dirty sewer.

Suddenly I remembered what someone had said: "If I die, it's as if I never existed, that's terrible." ”

yes, it's terrible to die.

The lame puppy, will he remember?

I remember that he had huddled in the flooded room with it, that the lightning and thunder outside the house, that the rain was pouring down, that they were covered with the same blanket, facing the fire in the basin, and snuggled up to each other and slept.

Will the little guy who was alone in the supermarket remember him?

Remember the spinning yo-yo, remember the glowing night pearl under the coat, remember the broken crystal ball, remember the hug they once hugged under the snow.

Will the girl who wore her hair loose in the iron cage and cut the wound on her body with a knife, will she remember him?

I remember that he suddenly appeared on the wall and threw canned food, clothes and water at her, I remember the plum plant under the heavy snow, and I remember the bowl of hot vegetable soup.

I think I'll remember, I really want to say to them, don't forget me.

It would be nice if someone remembered him, so he wouldn't be like he never existed.

It's terrible to die

He felt so cold, so cold that he was suffocating.

The mold around him seemed to sense his presence, and slowly wriggled and tried to wrap him.

If you shine a flashlight around him, you will see that it is full of mold, and it does not look like a sewer at all.

Mold took over almost everything it could, on the walls of the sewers, and these things grew wildly, making the place look less like a sewer made of concrete, steel, and wall bricks, and more like the gut of some unidentified creature.

The tiny streams converge into a coarser stream at the lowest end of the sewer wall, and the top of the pipe wall is dripping downward, ticking and ticking.

It was dark, and he couldn't feel his limbs, and Kyungwon felt as if he had experienced this feeling somewhere, it was so familiar.

He remembered that it was that strange dream. The only difference between this feeling and the dream was that I didn't hear what looked like my heart was beating.

It turned out to be a sewer?

When he thought about it, the dream was like a prophecy, predicting that he would die here, and the heart of his body would no longer beat, and then even the heart in his soul would be silent.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, footsteps on top of a puddle.

Are those monsters chasing after you? If they can sense their position and pry open the manhole cover, they will be able to enter the sewer.

Kyungwon opened his eyes and saw a human figure in the dark, not a real person.

It was a black ghost, the ghost was carrying a kerosene lamp, the yellowish light illuminated the surroundings, "he" crouched in front of Kyungwon, and the mold that was about to wrap Kyungwon automatically wriggled away, as if "he" had given an order.

The ghost crouched in front of Kyungwon, his arm turning into a liquid state that covered the surface of his body.

The liquid squirmed on his decent face, and it was warm, like the warmth in his mother's arms, and it made him want to sleep.

A square thing, which fell to the ground, was the photo album, which was originally stuck in Kyungwon's arms.

The album was opened, and the black ghost looked through the album by the light of the kerosene lamp.

Kyungwon doesn't know if "he" can see things, "he" doesn't have eyes in his eye sockets, although he has facial features, they are all simulated, and in essence, "he" is a fluid life.

Judging from the last time we met, the black ghost can identify birth objects, at least Xiaobai.

It seemed that "he" could see the pictures clearly, because "his" face was stunned at the group photo.

There is all the good things in that picture, there is sunshine, there is blue sky, there is sea and waves, there are seagulls and wind, there are hugs and laughter, and everyone can feel the happiness overflowing in the picture.

That's what photos are all about, time will fade, but that moment will be preserved forever, no matter how long it has passed, even if you forget yourself, the photo will remember it for you.

(End of chapter)