On a snowy night, the howling cold wind greeted us, picking up the thin and old cardboard box like a knife, and the dry and tattered hair was spread out and rose against the wind.

The carton went with the wind and drowned in the wind and snow.

Tang Xue was like a terrifying female ghost in a ghost story, walking wildly in the snow, the old straw clothes could not hide her thin body, and the shovel in her hand was already rusty.

Without the shield of the paper bag, the fierce cold wind cut her face, her lips were chapped and pale, and she walked on the snow like a walking corpse, dragging a trail of the cloth bag behind her.

It contained a corpse, the corpse of a woman.

A woman who was two years older than her, who had been alive and well a few days ago, had now become a cold corpse.

In fact, she shouldn't be called a woman, she should be called her sister, although Tang Xue has no blood relationship with her.

is the sister of the reorganized family, which means that after Tang Xue's biological father remarried, he married a woman with a daughter, and the woman's daughter was two years older than Tang Xue, so she became an older sister.

The two met because of their parents' relationship, and they are not sisters who have lived together since childhood, and their relationship is far less deep than that of biological sisters.

At least for Tang Xue, she didn't feel so sad about her sister's death, and when she saw the corpse, she didn't even shed a single tear.

It's just that I feel very sad.

In this world, there is no one who is related to her anymore.

There seemed to be the sound of a mirror cracking, and even the last piece of the world she knew was shattered into pieces.

Where are you going?

Tang Xue walked aimlessly, trying to walk as far away from the camp as possible.

The people in the camp can no longer be regarded as people.

You can't let them see their faces, and you can't let them see what's in the bag, and that's going to happen really badly.

She hadn't been outside for a long time, and the scenery outside made her feel a little strange, so dark and so dark on a snowy day, covered with white snow everywhere, and the scenery in her eyes was the same, as if it was the same in any direction.

If you were an ordinary person, you would definitely get lost in such snow.

But she is different, her memory is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and she can basically remember the books she has read, and after several years, she can also remember the content and memorize it word for word.

So in such a difficult environment, she still could tell where she was.

Thanks to the fact that the terrain has not changed much, after all, there is no construction team to build roads and high-rise buildings on this land with great fanfare, unless there is a major natural disaster such as an earthquake or tsunami, the surrounding scenery will be the same for another ten years.

The snow wasn't very heavy tonight, and she made her way through it to an abandoned restaurant.

She followed her memory to find this sea-view restaurant, a one-story restaurant, deliberately built by the sea, so that guests can see the sea while dining.

The four walls of this restaurant are made of tempered glass to give guests a good view, and in addition to the interior, there are also chairs and tables outside, but they are buried in the snow crookedly, and the large umbrella used to protect from the sun has long since broken, the umbrella bone is twisted outward, and the umbrella surface is tattered and stained with mud.

The walls were no longer intact, they had been smashed open with heavy objects, and the wind pierced through the holes between the glasses, whining like a mournful female ghost wailing.

This place is like a haunted house, but there is nothing to be afraid of, she hopes that there are ghosts in this world, and if she knew that there are ghosts in the world, she may not be so afraid of death.

She took off the straw rope from her shoulders, walked to the gate alone, and pushed open the snow-embedded glass door with all her strength.

She needed to rest for a while, her strength was almost exhausted, she hadn't eaten all day today, she had to go into a sheltered indoor environment and rest for a while.

If she was tired and never had a chance to get up, she would freeze to death in the snow.

Death may be a relief, but she is afraid of death, and when she thinks about it, she feels a sense of fear from the depths of her heart.

In order not to let herself die, she found this abandoned restaurant.

It was too cold, and she had to make a fire to keep warm.

There was no fire in the snow, the wind was too strong for the spark to be blown out at once, and outside she couldn't find anything to use as fuel.

There was combustible material in the restaurant, and she lit a match, and although the fire was faint, she could roughly see what was inside.

There were signs of destruction everywhere, there were broken porcelain bowls and broken glass slags on the floor, the drawers of the counters had been emptied, and the wooden drawers that had been pulled out were thrown haphazardly on the floor.

The round one-legged table rolls on its side, a corner of the table and chair is missing, and the heavy sofa is cut open, revealing the yellow sponge and foam under the skin of the sofa.

Her gaze slowly swept over the space, her pupils contracted, she was suddenly stunned for a moment, took a step back, her back pressed against the door, she couldn't help but want to escape from this space.

In front of her, she was looking at a living corpse.

Rotten skin, rotten flesh hanging from its cheekbones, and its eyeballs were nowhere to be found, leaving only two black hollows, and it was wearing a waiter's small suit, which was stained with unwashed blood.

It was missing one of its arms, its legs twisted at angles that didn't fit its human posture, and the zombie fell to the ground, so it wasn't seen in the first place.

It stared at the doorway with empty eyes, its mouth opening unconsciously, revealing a mouth full of rotten blue-black teeth, which were no longer human, and its teeth were sharp and black, as if they had been corroded by something.

Its nails have also become pointed and long, and the nails do not stretch on a flat surface, like uneven paper, piled up with layers of folds.

Living corpses, if you get close to them, you risk getting infected, and if you are scratched or bitten by them, once the wound bleeds and breaks the skin, you will be sentenced to death.

Their vital point is only in the head, within the skull to be precise, in the brain.

Wounds such as severed arms and hands can cause them to lose their mobility, but they don't make them die, even if they are cut into a stick, as long as their brains are not destroyed, as soon as someone approaches, they will hiss meaninglessly in place, open their mouths, and try to bite off a piece of your flesh.

Tang Xue didn't find an obvious wound on the head of the living corpse in front of him, and there was a high probability that it was still alive.

But reason told her not to worry, living corpses would be dormant in a cold state, and below a certain temperature, they would become immobile, like real corpses, their whole bodies stiff.

See, even if she were such a big living person standing in front of this living corpse, it would not move, it was just a terrifying sculpture.

Tang Xue comforted herself like this, pursed her lips, and looked at the living corpse in front of her with all her attention, if it made any movement, she would slip out of the crack in the door.

She counted in her mind, from 1 to 100, 100 seconds, and it remained motionless.

Whether it was dead or dormant, it was no threat to her.

She finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward, but she had to stop, the corpse of the living corpse blocking her way.

The path from the door to the counter was extremely narrow, and she had to step over the back of the living corpse to keep going.

The moment the living corpse woke up in front of him, and at that moment it suddenly moved and grabbed its ankle, and a chill rose in Sensen.

But there is only one way for her to go, she has no choice, no way back but to move forward.

Holding on to a shovel, she had to step on the back of a living corpse and cross into the dining room.

She gathered firewood, but fortunately it had been looted and destroyed, and there were scraps of wood everywhere, so she didn't have to spend her time chopping the table, she just had to pile the broken wooden strips and the rack beams together.

She took off the curtain cloth and covered it with wood, took out the matchbox, and rubbed the match on the side of the paper rubbing.

It's an old match, and although it hasn't been wet, it has to be wiped a few more times before it can be burned.

There was a snort, and after the sparks flickered, the little match was lit.

The lit matches were thrown onto the cloth curtains, and the fire quickly ignited, igniting the firewood.

The place where the fire burned was far from the doorway, and she was afraid that the temperature would wake up the living corpses, so she lit a fire in the corner.

She sat by the fire, her head against the wall, and her hands outstretched to make the fire.

The thin shadow was reflected on the wall, what a thin pair of hands, like bamboo poles, really ugly hands, as if they would break off if they were slightly broken.

It's all because I didn't eat well that I became like this.

It's all because I don't want to eat well that my sister will die.

obviously relied on her to provide for her, and obviously relied on her to sell her dignity outside in exchange for food.

She was the one who suffered, and she was the one who dealt with those terrible people, and she brought back the food, although it was small, but it was never swallowed alone, and it was shared with her every time, and they lived on that little bit of food until now.

It was hard, but I survived.

If you want to die, just take a knife and cut the artery, blood will spurt out of the wound like a fountain, and soon you will die from excessive blood loss.

Or stab yourself in the heart, the heart is pierced, and it's all over.

If you die like this, you won't bother your sister.

Why go on a hunger strike? Why don't you talk to your sister? Why throw back the food she brought back?

Tang Xue seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, her whole body was suppressed, and she felt a sense of chaotic suffocation.

Her sister's face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she cried and hugged herself that day, and two tears flowed on her thin face.

"Please! Light snow! All I have is you! ”

"Please! Let's have a bite to eat! ”

My sister cried and her eyes red, but she just closed her eyes.

"I see, these breads must be hard to eat!"

"Yes, I don't like this kind of hard and dry bread either, and I will eat wheat husks, and I will eat bad stomachs!"

"I know, my sister will definitely bring you fresh bread, yes! You must want to eat fruit, apples, right? Pineapple? Coconut? What do you want to eat? My sister will definitely bring it back for you, you just wait at home, I will definitely find something delicious for you to bring back, and when the time comes, I will talk to my sister about your troubles, okay? ”

"It's okay, we've survived so many difficulties, and my sister will help you solve any troubles!"

"That's it, Xiaoxue, you must wait for my sister to come back!"

She just left, obviously just came back, but left again.

Then, when it came time to say goodbye, she was a cold, speechless corpse that couldn't move.

Death, it turned out to be such a terrible thing.

Tang Xue stood up, grabbed the old shovel on the ground, dragged her hungry and weak body, and came to the door.

She knelt in the snow and untied the rope from the mouth of the sack.

The rope was tight, her hands rubbing the blood, and with her teeth, she finally untied the knot.

Tang Xue took the cold corpse out of the cloth bag and helped her put her hands and feet together, her hands and feet were full of scars, which were traces of abuse.

Not only on her hands and feet, but also on her whole body, she had been subjected to inhuman abuse, her face was covered with bruises, her teeth were ragged, they were knocked out, a corner of her hair was torn off, her scalp was exposed, and it was hard to imagine what kind of pain she suffered before she died.

What is she suffering now compared to the pain she endured?

Tang Xue finally restored her to a flat lying position, helped her straighten her clothes, and finally held her cold hands, folded her hands together, and placed them on her abdomen.

It looked as if she was asleep, as if she had slept peacefully.

Tang Xue picked up the shovel, held the upper end of the long handle with her right hand, and the lower end of the long handle with her left hand, aimed the tip of the shovel at the snow surface, and inserted it hard.

She pushed the shovel into the snow with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only shovel up a shallow patch of snow.

Her strength is too small, what strength can a girl who has been malnourished for a long time have.

It's so cold, so cold that it suffocates her.

At first, it still hurts when the palm rubs against the rough wooden handle, but gradually, the pain disappears and becomes a stiff, stiff and hard hand, as if it no longer belongs to her.

She was obsessed with digging a hole in the snow, digging through the snow and digging through the dirt beneath the snow.

She was the only one in the world who would dig a grave for her sister.

Tang Xue didn't want her sister's grave to be a pile of snow that would melt in the spring, and when the snow melted, she would be exposed to the world.

This world is so annoying, she must not want to come back, she must just want to sleep peacefully.

But it's so annoying

Tang Xue knelt weakly in the snow, looking at the sun slowly rising in the sky.

No matter how much she dug in, she couldn't dig through this layer of snow, she dug all night, and there was only such a shallow pit in front of her.

Should I cry at this time? But she couldn't shed tears.

She just pushed the corpse, covered in a layer of snow, into the pit and filled it with snow.

There is no need for a tombstone.

She returned to the dining room and picked up an empty bottle on the floor.

She knelt beside the living corpse, picked up the shards of glass on the ground, cut open the skin of the living corpse, black blood oozed from the wound, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle, filled the bottle with rotten blood, and then stood up, alone, and walked back the way she came, the thin shadow, like a wandering ghost.

(End of chapter)