Where's that hand?

I felt that the atmosphere around me was getting stranger and stranger, and the air seemed to be getting heavier. Hurry up and go! Curiosity can kill more than just cats, who knows what will happen in the next moment!

I left lightly, looking back from time to time. My pace was getting faster and faster, and in the end I was completely running.

"Whew, whew!" I stopped, my hands on my knees, panting greedily. I ran almost without retaining my strength, and the heavier backpack took a lot of my energy.

I swallowed, but it wasn't enough to solve my problem, I didn't seem to have drunk water in a long time, and it seemed like the last time I drank water was when I left the grocery store. There were about two days between them, and I didn't feel thirsty! I don't know if I would have remembered to drink if it hadn't been for this intense run.

I'm trying to find a safe place for the time being, but my luck doesn't seem to be good. As far as the eye could see, I couldn't find a house that didn't stick to the blood.

Eventually, I set my sights on a small clinic because it was so small that I could see what was available at once, and there might be something I wanted or could use.

After looking around, I entered this small clinic. It had become a habit for me to enter the house and close the door, and after making sure the wooden door was locked, I tried to turn on the light, but the power was out.

There are no windows here, so it gets dark when the doors are closed. I pulled out my flashlight from the side of my bag and looked at the medicines on the shelves by the light, and finally I picked out two boxes of cephalosporin capsules and all the glucose.

I dusted the glucose cartridge and took out two sticks, slamming them on the table. It was almost a cow swallow, and I swallowed two bottles of glucose without feeling anything.

I took a deep breath and sat down on the floor, there was actually a bench, but there seemed to be blood on it. I looked back at the door next to the medicine shelf, the flashlight shining on the handle, it was supposed to be reflective silver but there were black stains, it should be dried blood.

There was a bloody hand that held it! He probably went in, not out. Because if he was a zombie, he probably wouldn't close the door, and the zombies are probably dormant in the sewers. This led me to a rough inference: someone had taken refuge in it when the disaster broke out, and he had never come out. In this way, there may be survivors behind this door.

This inference made me both excited and nervous, and in the last days, it is not necessarily good to be with someone else, especially someone who does not know. Maybe he'll push me out in a desperate moment to save my life. In the same way, I'm not sure if I'll do it, because people tend to lose their minds when life and death are at stake. If I do, I will certainly live a little longer because of this substitute for the dead, but I will also probably collapse with the condemnation of my conscience. I don't think I'm necessarily a good person, but I know I'm human!

"Smack. "I turned off my flashlight, closed my eyes, and emptied my head.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found food and a bottle of mineral water from my bag. I ate all the food in my hand without hurry, leaving only a small half bottle of water.

I put the bottle of mineral water on the ground and continued to recharge with my eyes closed.

When I felt the same, I carefully put the two boxes of cephalosporin capsules and glucose in the back of my backpack. Check your equipment: hammers and axes on your waist, fruit knives in your pockets, and spears in your hands.

With everything ready, I walked to the door that covered the unknown.

I set my spear aside, drew my axe, and tried to spin the doorknob. It doesn't seem to be locked, it's just closed.

The creak of opening the door is exactly the same as in a thriller movie, and it is fake to say that you are not nervous and have palpitations. When I opened the door completely, a small living room appeared in front of me.

The objects were covered with dust, as if there had been no one for a long time. I took the spear and closed the door again.

I saw the handprints on the door and the white wall, not big, but they were all visible. This sign once again suggests that it should be a human, not a zombie, who should run into it. Have you ever seen a zombie walking against a wall? But it's a bit of a problem, and I don't want to call him out. I'm still a little worried and apprehensive. So I was going to find him, and try not to disturb him.

No one was found on the first floor, but there were signs that the kitchen had been turned over. I twisted the faucet, and a clear stream flowed out. I reached out and felt its coolness.

How long has it been since I had a good wash on my face? But that's going to have to be put to the back burner. The sink clearly shows signs of recent use. The survivors like me must be upstairs.

I shook the water from my hands and walked out of the kitchen. Then he climbed the stairs lightly, and it felt like a thief.

I cautiously searched room by room. But there was nothing unusual about the rooms that I could open in any way, except for the two rooms that were locked and not entered.

It's hard for me, and I've never felt like kicking in the door. Even though the people watching TV kicked it away, I don't think it's true at all.

Let's knock on the door, zombies won't knock on the door. So I knocked softly on the door and called, "Is there anybody?

I knocked on the doors of each of the two rooms, but no one answered. It made me wonder if there was anyone in the house, someone who was too scared to come out, no one, who was gone when I came.

I felt a little inexplicably lost, but it didn't interfere with my mood for a long time. Now, I'm going to do what I've always wanted to do but didn't have the opportunity to do.

I tore off the tape and thick cardboard that was stuck to my arms and thighs. I've tried the bathroom, and the shower still squirts water, which makes me happy. The shampoo and body wash were ready-made, and I had never been so excited about taking a shower as I was today, as if the water had washed away the heavy stones weighing on my heart.

I don't plan to ask for that over-smelling clothes, I'm going to ** directly

The body walked out of the bathroom, there should be no one here anyway.

I walked straight to what appeared to be the owner's bedroom and pulled back the closet. However, the wardrobe is almost all women's clothes, and there are only a few men's, and they are all shirts and suits.

At the bottom of the wardrobe are neatly stacked underwear. I glanced at the purple bra and black lace shorts, then took a pair of men's panties next to me. Because I wear someone else's underwear, I feel a little weird in my heart.

I put on a navy blue shirt and black pants, and looked in the mirror in the closet, not to mention it was a bit of a white-collar job.

I shook my dripping hair and smiled at me in the mirror, but there was something else to this normal smile.

I sighed, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs. Patting the dust off the couch, I sat casually on it, with my black backpack next to my hand.

My fingers flicked rhythmically across my backpack, figuring out my plans for the future. Just as I was thinking about it, I heard something strange. I immediately turned my head away.

It was supposed to be a storage room, but I checked and there was no one there. Maybe because of the lack of light, I didn't find anything crucial.

The movement was getting louder and louder, and I stood up, my hand already touching the spear.