The end of the world: Zombie rival becomes boyfriend and becomes very fierce

Lin Yiran was in a daze and had a fever. He had no idea what was going on with his body.

His skin was all red and he was sweating profusely. After sweating a few times, he began to feel cold and trembled all over.

The zombies were watching him from the side. They ignored him when he was sweating, but when they saw him shivering from the cold, they would grab the quilt piled on the side and cover him.

They guarded like this from day to night. At night, the red color on Lin Yiran's body faded and he became extremely pale.

Moreover, all the capillaries under the skin were exposed, spreading all over his skin.

At this time, Lin Yiran was so cold that his whole body was shaking, and the blood color on his lips faded and turned light purple.

Like a poisoned person.

The zombies would then stare at him nervously, and from time to time would lift up his clothes to look at his wounds.

"Uh—um—ah—" At night, Lin Yiran's whole body suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to fall off the sofa, the zombie immediately pinned him to the sofa with his claws.

After Lin Yiran twitched unconsciously for a while, he gradually calmed down.

After seeing that he calmed down, the zombie let him go and stood aside looking at him.

I was afraid that he would start convulsing again soon.

Sure enough, not long after, Lin Yiran started twitching again.

And this time it was very intense. He struggled violently while being whipped.

It was as if something in his body was about to burst out, but was suppressed back by something.

After repeating this four or five times, he finally calmed down.

The zombie smelled his scent and seemed to feel that he would not twitch anymore, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it turned its head and looked out the window, and it was still pitch black outside.

The zombie turned and walked out of the office, locked the door and left.

Lin Yiran felt like he had a very long dream. In the dream, he felt his body being pulled from all sides. Sometimes it seemed like something was pulling his feet and trying to pull him down, and sometimes something was pulling his upper body and dragging him up.

Then I felt something crawling all over my body, and I had goose bumps all over my body. It was uncomfortable and weird.

Then it was alternately hot and cold, either being roasted in the stove or thrown into the ice cellar to be frozen.

Lin Yiran's senses kept switching back and forth between this world of ice and fire. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't die.

It was hell.

He couldn't think of so much, and he didn't know how long it had been before he fell into darkness.

Then he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a figure beside him, but he didn't know who this person was.

I feel like I'm dying...

Is he going to die, or is he turning into a zombie?

It doesn't matter if I turn into a zombie. I won't remember anything anyway, so I can bite whoever I want!

When Lin Yiran was about to turn into a zombie, he finally woke up.

After opening my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling in front of me.

He had seen this ceiling before. It was the office in the zombie den.

He blinked, his mind a little confused.

But he soon reacted, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked out the window. It was bright inside and it was daytime.

Lin Yiran raised his hands and grabbed the back of the sofa to sit up, but found that he had no strength in his whole body.

And he was covered with a quilt.

"Why is it so hot? That zombie must have covered me again..." He muttered to himself and pushed the quilt aside with his hand.

The originally stuffy body instantly felt much cooler.

I felt sticky and damp all over, and there was a pungent smell of sweat.

He raised one arm and looked, and sure enough, the clothes were stuck to his skin.

But none of this matters. What matters is what time it is now?

Hasn't he survived the final outbreak of the virus?

What day is it now?

Was it the third or fourth day of his virus infection?

I felt like I had slept for a long time, my body was all sweaty and even a little smelly.

This must be because I slept for a long time, right?!

Has another day passed?

That's not right?! Then why hasn't he turned into a zombie yet?

Thinking of this, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves and saw that the skin on his arms was still normal.

Apart from being a little pale and bloodless, it did not have any corpse spots like those zombies.

"Why..." He wanted to speak in surprise, but found that the sound he made was very rough, as if his throat was inflamed, and there was a pain when he spoke.

He closed his mouth and touched his throat with his hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at the water bottle next to him.

He didn't have the strength to sit up, so he could only turn over and reach out to get it.

But the table seemed a little far away, and he stretched his hand for a long time but couldn't reach the mineral water.

"Alas..." Where did that zombie go? It's gone now when I need it. Did it run away after biting me?

Speaking of this, Lin Yiran suddenly remembered something, withdrew his hand quickly, and then touched the wound on his shoulder.

When he touched it, he felt a pit. He quickly turned his head, lifted his clothes and looked at his shoulder.

I saw that the wound on his shoulder was covered with gauze, and blood could be seen faintly seeping out.

He gently lifted the gauze and saw the wound underneath.

After seeing the condition of the wound, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The wound has scabbed over.

Although a piece was bitten off, what was bitten off by the zombies was rotten flesh.

The wound is now scabbed over, indicating that it is healing.

Just from this wound, several black lines like blood vessels spread out and extended outside his body.

He touched the wound with his hand and pressed it gently.

There was a slight pain in the wound.

"Ahem..." What happened? Okay?

Did the zombie bite him to help him heal? No way???

Lin Yiran was confused again, then he looked up to see the wound on his leg.

But he couldn't get up, so he could only look at it from this angle while lying down and looking up. Although he could see it, it was quite tiring.

The wound on the leg was not bitten off, but like the one on the shoulder, the scab became hard.

The most painful thing was the wound in the abdomen.

He lifted up his clothes and found that the zombie had not touched the wound.

After moving for a while, he lay down again because he was tired.

Then he turned around to get some water, but he couldn't reach the water on the tea table. He could only force himself to sit up.

His throat was so uncomfortable that he had to drink some water.

After forcing himself to stand up, he reached out and grabbed the cap of a bottle of water. After picking it up, he immediately collapsed back.

Then open the lid and pour it into your mouth.

After taking a big sip of water, I finally felt better.

"Huh..." He exhaled, and then drank all the remaining water in the bottle.

After drinking the water, he threw the bottle to the ground.

Then he lay down on the sofa again, staring out the window in a daze.