2012 is not the end, ten years later today is the end of the world!

A large number of people around him went crazy without warning, they were like zombies infected by the T-virus in the classic movie - Resident Evil!

What's going on? What's wrong with the world! My classmates are like hungry hyenas, hysterically tearing and gnawing at the living! The smell of blood fills the classroom.

Those who are still sane struggle with all their might, but are often torn apart by a pair of bloody hands and mouths clinging to minced meat, devouring the hope of life??????

I opened the bloodstained diary and thought back to the morning of June 4 a week ago, when I was still fantasizing about an earthquake or something else that would interrupt the college entrance examination.

I don't know how I managed to get out of that bloody place, I used to laugh at myself and tell myself that they were full, so they didn't care about my little meat anymore.

But if the school is compared to a bloody place, then what is it?

I was hiding in a grocery store, the owner of which was no longer known, perhaps he was looking for a living creature in the streets, or perhaps he had become food for his belly?????? But I want to thank him for not closing the door before he left.

I don't forget to close the door, even in the midst of panic and fear. Because this is a subconscious action, my subconscious will tell me that the zombies are outside, and there is a wall between us, and this dozens of centimeters of security is enough.

It was twilight, and a yellow, hazy light was shining through the window obscured by miscellaneous things, and I wanted to catch it, but I was afraid that one eye would see me through the gap.

So, I watched as the light faded away and vanished.

Night is falling, there is no moon tonight, and I can feel the dead silence of the world, and the occasional howl is the only main tone.

I don't dare to turn on the light, even if it's dark and I can't see it, sometimes it's better to see it than to see it.

The next day, I looked up at the clock, and it was already ten o'clock.

I sighed, carefully tearing open a bag of instant noodles, then gently breaking a small piece and holding it in my mouth, without chewing.

It will take a long time, and the crunchy sound of the bite will touch my nerves, which are not numb yet.

"Ahh??????h "The continuous screaming outside made my heart hang, and I spit the softened pieces of noodles into the bag, something driving me to look through the gap in the window.

It was the first time in a week that I had heard a cry, a cry of fear to despair.

I saw that it was a man, his age and appearance were covered in stains, and he looked like he had just crawled out of the mire.

And my eyes only lingered on him for a moment, he was running wildly! Behind him were six zombies in hot pursuit!

I swallowed, and I clutched my pounding heart, afraid it would be too loud.

But I didn't shrink back, my eyes widened as I watched the hunt.

"He shouldn't have called it that. I also?????? No, the howl of fear will attract more zombies. ＂

Sure enough, several more zombies joined the hunt, and finally, he had no way to escape.

I didn't read any further, I already knew how he ended.

I was as soft as a noodle, I was a bystander, but I was sweating like him, and my heart was pounding.

And now, maybe the man's heart is soaked in sour gastric juices.

I'm tired, but my brain is running at a high speed, is the adrenaline rushing?

I didn't eat anything this morning, I didn't do anything else, I just sat in a dark corner, sometimes sleeping, sometimes looking at the wall.

One day, two days, three days??????

I felt emaciated and vulnerable, and my life seemed to be about to be extinguished.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, and what I saw was blurring, "So, is this the end of it? This grocery store is my last place to bury my bones?"

I closed my eyes, and my consciousness went dark.

I don't know how long it took for me to feel the coldness that slipped on my face, it was raining, the first rain of the apocalypse?

From time to time, drops the size of beans fell on the leaky ceiling and fell on my forehead.

I stood up, my stomach feeling hungry for the first time in a long time. I regretfully looked at the instant noodles I didn't eat last time, and then took a bottle of Sprite and two bags of bread from the shelf.

It is true that you can live a little longer, but the taste of this period can also kill you, which is like a chronic poison of pain.

In the last days, if you live, then let go of this life!

"Get out, get out of here, at least this grocery store! or this will be my grave!"

Two bags of bread and a bottle of Sprite solved my hunger, but what next?

Next, I need something to get my hands on. The classic biochemical movies have provided me with a lot of things to refer to.

Luckily, it's a grocery store, and in a sense it's a treasure chest.

Knives are indispensable, but there are only shorter fruit knives and kitchen knives. I can't be like in the movie, carrying a kitchen knife to kill seven in and seven out of zombies, they are not turnips and cabbage.

That's when I thought of a country like the United States, where guns are open, and maybe they'll be in a better situation.

I made a simple spear by attaching a fruit knife to a wooden mop handle with large tape like the male protagonist in the movie "World War Z", and as for the mop head, I have removed it.

In high spirits, I used almost all the fruit knives to make a dozen spears. This gave me a lot of confidence.

"A headshot. I swung the spear in my hand with more and more excitement, and I seemed to see that I was as invincible as Alice.

But this is not reality, I continue to tinker with other things, there are things to do so that I don't think cranky, and only by doing things can I temporarily forget about what I don't want to see.

When there was really nothing to do, I picked up the "notebook" that was on the floor.

The black blood stain on it was still there, and I don't know where it came from.

I sighed, with grief for the dead and confusion about the present.

I opened the "diary" and wrote: I experienced death again, but I was lucky enough to slip out of it. This made me realize that there were other things that brought about death. I've decided not to stay here anymore, I'm going out, but where can I go? Parents? They're not in this little county. Is this the only place where the catastrophe has happened? I don't think so, otherwise why hasn't there been a rescue team for so long?

June 2022? Maybe it's already June.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, and the corner of the wall where I had been lying for a few days was already waterlogged. I closed the journal and placed it on the dusty counter. Then I sat quietly in a chair and waited for the sun to rise, and perhaps I could not see it, for the clouds had not yet receded.

I've been looking in the direction of the clock, and if I can see the hands moving, it's dawn.

Whether the sun appears or not, the day has arrived. When the needle was pointing to 8 impartially, I moved my stiff body.

The "click" sound at the joints was satisfying, but hopefully it represented my strength rather than my rusty sluggishness.

I jumped on the spot a few times, then pinned a kitchen knife to my waist and held a "spear" in my hand.

I took a deep breath and gently removed everything that was blocking the window.

When everything was out of the way, I took a few steps back.

The rain has stopped, but the clouds have not yet receded. On the window were raindrops from last night, and a faint blood-colored handprint!

"Someone, or not at all!" my heart jumped to my throat, my scalp tingled, and I was in a cold sweat.

The thought of that thing was a wall away from me last night, and now it was probably hiding somewhere waiting for its prey. I avoided the window, afraid that someone would suddenly come out of it and look at me.

The mudra is so tight that it grips my heart, to go out, or not to go out, to go out, maybe it will stand at the door, and if I don't go out, I will be more frightened and unbearable than before!

Get out!" I clenched the spear in my hand and lifted it up and pointed at the unknown in front of me. I leaned back as far back as I could, pressed my left foot against the door, held the doorknob with my left hand, and twisted it as gently as I could.

"Click!" the doorknob still didn't make the slightest movement as I had hoped. But it's already like this, and there is no turning back from the bow.

I slammed the door open, then jumped backwards regardless of whether there was anything or not. Thankfully, there was nothing outside the door, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But I didn't completely let my guard down, there was nothing left in front of me, but was it safe on the left and right?

This is what I struggle with the most, I can only look at one side of the two sides, and if I look at the left, I can't see the situation on the right for the first time.

To the left, look to the left, and if there is nothing to do, I will immediately spear to the right, whether there is something or not!

I took a deep breath and swooped out, on the left and on the right? I stabbed a few times, but nothing came into touch, but the last time, I stabbed down, and I could feel the spearhead touching something!

Closing my eyes doesn't give me comfort anymore, sometimes it's better not to see than to see, and it's even more frightening to close your eyes when you know that something is in front of you!

I opened my eyes, and the bloody thing was at my feet!