It's getting late.

In a self-occupied apartment.

Zheng Xun pushed open the bathroom door and wiped his wet hair.

I just took a shower, and I checked my body by the way, and confirmed that there were no bite marks on my body.

He stepped over the garbage and debris and walked over to the table.

Push aside the clutter on the desk to make a clean corner.

Pick up a bag of plastic bags, remove the box, and place it on the table.

I just went out to toss around, and I was left with this box of well-packaged birthday cakes.

He opened the box and carefully took out the birthday cake, the shape of which was well preserved.

This is a 4-inch 'Good Luck Bake' matcha cheesecake.

It is also a taste that Zheng Xun has always preferred.

The taste is slightly bitter and well neutralizes the sweetness of the cream.

The cake was placed on the table, and Zheng Xun took out candles in the shape of "1" and "7", inserted them on the surface of the cake, and lit the candle flame.

Looking at the flickering candle flame, he closed his eyes and was quiet for a moment.

After making a wish, Zheng Xun opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

Sit down at the table, knife and fork in hand, and start enjoying your birthday cake.

His gaze quietly looked out the window.

The glow outside the window is getting late, and the lights in the city are once bright, but now they are fragmented, no longer the bustle and hustle and bustle of the past.

"Those rooms that are still lit."

"I don't know if it was lit by the surviving survivors."

"Or people go to the building and forget to turn off the lights......"

He picks up a piece of cake covered in milkshakes and puts it in his mouth, and the sweetness melts in his mouth.

It's so quiet around.

The sound of traffic outside the window has disappeared, the noise of music next door has disappeared, the sound of husband and wife fighting upstairs has disappeared, and the sound of mahjong downstairs has disappeared.

Zheng Xun's heart gradually quieted down, and his eyes unconsciously looked farther away.

In the distant skyline of the city, you can still see the roaring fire.

He understands that there may be thousands of survivors struggling to survive and flee the city of Seoul.

Whether it's driving, boating, hoping on a plane, or even on foot, if you can leave the city of the dead, it's like you're escaping hell.

But Zheng Xun knows that hell is everywhere.

Based on the experience of public crisis management in the past, the whole of South Korea is likely to be classified as an international quarantine zone.

Any human being, even a living being, who wants to leave South Korea and enter other places, will have to go through layers of strict screening.

Moreover, it is not known what the situation is outside of South Korea.

Since the mutant virus can sweep across South Korea, it is possible that the virus can spread to other countries by planes and ships.

If the world falls, it doesn't make a difference where you go.

Opposite.

The rabble of blindly panicked crowds is far more terrifying than hordes of zombies.

If a mass evacuee suddenly breaks out into a zombie crisis, they will fall into extreme panic.

People become hysterical, trampling and tearing each other apart, even harming others for their own selfish gain.

If he had joined the army of fugitives, he would probably not have died in the mouths of the zombies, but at the feet of the surrounding crowd.

In order to control the situation, the South Korean Nationalist Army will mercilessly carry out the orders of Mi Daddy, abandoning the unarmed humans.

For Zheng Xun, in this most chaotic moment.

Instead of running around like a headless fly for help, stay at home and be prepared for a long fight.

Thinking of the protracted war, Zheng Xun realized that the situation was still not optimistic.

Although he is immune to zombie attacks, this does not mean that he has no worries at all.

In the face of the end times, all people are equal.

Because what lies ahead of humanity is an existential crisis.

And he just has a better chance of survival than everyone else.

Water and electricity cuts, lack of food and clothing, trace elements, fruits, vegetables, grains and wheat, and even physiological needs are all problems that need to be solved urgently.

Zheng Xun tasted the sweet cake, but his mind was not in the sweet taste at all.

He thought to himself.

There are several important points to consider before the city is completely paralyzed.

First of all, it is necessary to find a suitable survival base, and if the conditions allow, choose as many such survival bases as possible.

The cunning rabbit also has three caves, as Zheng Xun, who can wander in the zombie group, also needs to find a few more hiding places to deal with unexpected needs.

Mountains, islands, basements, etc., are good and ideal bases.

Secondly, daily necessities should also be fully stocked.

Whether it's eaten now, or crops that can be grown in the future, even poultry needs to be kept in captivity.

Generators, diesel engines, fuel oil, etc., are also essential materials.

As a modern man, he was completely degraded into an agrarian life, and he felt unable to adapt.

"There's still a lot to prepare......

Zheng Xun couldn't help but sigh that moving was originally hard work, especially in the case of the end of the world.

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time, and now that the situation is chaotic, at least we have to wait for a while.

The more zombies there are, the safer he is to act.

I thought about my future life for a while, but at the moment it seemed that there was nothing to do.

No longer busy with work-study, this is the first time he has sat at home so quietly.

In the past, when I got home, I would basically deal with some food casually, and I would be so tired that I would fall asleep.

Whether it is the heavy pressure of schoolwork, working part-time jobs for long hours and staying up late, or participating in clinical pharmaceutical experiments, it is greatly damaging his physical and mental health.

"In the future, only I will be kind to myself......"

Zheng Xun thought so, picked up the last piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

When you're full, lean back in your chair.

He looked around the room, and there was clutter all over the place, with all kinds of drink bottles and snack bags thrown everywhere, almost like a small garbage heap.

"Let's clean the room first...... Change the mood. ”

Zheng Xun stood up, took out a roll of garbage bags from the cabinet, and began to clean up the remaining garbage on the table, pouring it all into the bag.

As he diligently cleaned up the room, bag after bag of garbage was packed and piled up at the door.

The room was visibly clean.

Zheng Xun straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The garbage on the surface has been cleaned up, and the rest is to tidy up the contents of drawers and cabinets.

He opened a drawer under the desk and saw that there were papers, papers, and notepads.

Pick out some report cards and the like and throw them away, and put the rest of the documents back in place.

He picked up the black-enveloped notepad.

Because it has been left for too long, the cover has wrinkled and cracked.

He dusted off the surface and flipped through one of the pages.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015, the weather was fine.

It's home again.

It would be nice if I had a younger sister.

That way, maybe you won't be so lonely at home.

......

March 17, 2020.

I've been in my room for almost a month.

I really want to go to the amusement park.

Even if it's an exciting bungee jump, I won't hesitate.

......

June 9, 2020.

I'm going to study in South Korea soon.

I watched some Korean variety shows, which was quite funny.

As long as the patient's family is beautiful enough, even the dead can be saved.

......

November 2021

EDG actually won the championship.

It seems that being a professional esports player in South Korea is not very profitable.

Even a model worker like Big Fei Ge is very diligent and thrifty.

....

Zheng Xun casually glanced at it and found that what was written in the diary was some unbounded ideas that used to be strangely naïve now.

"It's fun......

He took the diary, sat back down at the desk, and looked at it after a long time.

Gradually, an idea was born in my heart.

This thought is like a burning spark, lighting up his long-dormant inner world.

It's like wanting to eat a cake on your birthday.

It's simple and satisfying.

He was so tired of life that he never really cared about himself.

And now, the zombie apocalypse has arrived.

If he wants to, the whole of Seoul can become a playground.

Where zombies are everywhere, it's his home turf.

He didn't want his former wish to turn into regret and be sealed in a corner of his heart.

To do this, he needs to make a wish list.

A doomsday wish list of your own.