June 9, light rain.

In previous years, today is the end of the college entrance examination, but unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis, the social order has fallen, and there will be no college entrance examination this year.

It's been half a month since the last diary, and it doesn't feel good to be hiding from zombies in the room.

Fortunately, there is a net here, and I can still write.

Food and water are scarce, and every time you go out in search of resources, you run a huge risk to prevent zombies from biting and tape your clothes and bare skin.

I miss my days in the hospital, at least there are people like me, and now I look out the window at the street, and I haven't seen anyone in a long time.

Speaking of zombie bites, people will turn people into zombies, will people bite zombies into zombies?

Well? Why is there a knock on the door? Someone knocking on the door and talking?!

As if to say that they are from the rescue team, they are here to save me?

Really? How would they know I'm hiding here?

And I didn't see any living people moving out of the window, did I miss it?

Anyway, it's good that someone comes to save me, so I'll go out and have a look first, and that's all for the diary.

……

No, those are not people, they are zombies! (scribbled handwriting)

Looks like I don't have time to write tonight, so I'm going to find a safe way to deal with them. (scribbled handwriting)

(End of chapter)

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