Zombie "Salvation" Diary

The world has changed, and the end has come. In this world, apart from living things, there are only zombies.

At first, humans were frightened by this new species and would just run away in embarrassment.The country sent a new type of army to participate, and within three months, they were infected on a large scale. Instead, the army massacred many civilians, causing a large-scale outbreak of zombies, and human society soon faced collapse.

Zombies have no consciousness, they will only attack humans by instinct, tearing their flesh to satisfy their hunger.

In order to protect themselves from extinction, human beings condense together and attack the dead crowd. Although the zombies cannot be exterminated, at least they have cleared the space in which they can survive.

Since then, human beings have embarked on the road of fighting wits and courage with zombies.

Human beings walking on this road do not include me.

I've lost count of the number of days I've been forced to flee, only to keep dodging creatures.

That's right, creatures, anything that can move and breathe, are my enemies. It should be said that my enemies are human beings.

Because I'm a zombie.

To be precise, I belong to the zombie species, but I don't belong to the zombie species.

The biggest difference between me and a zombie is that I am conscious.

As long as I tidy up, I am no different from ordinary people except for my pale face and white pupils.

The only difference is that I can only eat raw meat.

But I will not bite humans, I know it is a person and not a piece of pork belly, people will be afraid of me, and I will be afraid of killing.

But recently, even I feel that even if I catch one or two humans to feed my hunger, it's not a crime.

I hid in a dark cave, with my withered arms tightly hugging my legs, I could only vaguely see a light approaching not far ahead, which meant that a human had passed by me.

I know that my pupils are trembling badly, and the extreme hunger has already caused me to lose even my basic humanity.

But thinking of these years of fleeing, I numbly looked at my trembling fingers and thought, so what if I eat one or two humans?

They didn't think I was the same kind at all, so I had to wander outside of human society.

I am a timid man, my fear of zombies forces me to desperately want to integrate into human life.

Humans can't tolerate me, my skin color and eyes have exposed the fact that I am not human. I tried to contact the surviving humans, but when they saw me, they shot directly, and even screamed and rushed to cut me.

I have no choice but to stay away from human beings. I am afraid of zombies, and I am considered lonely. I can’t live with zombies. I simply live alone. Fortunately, I am a zombie, and zombies are not interested in me.

But I’m just an ordinary city person, even a pampered kid from a rich family. I don’t know how to hunt. If I don’t know how to hunt, I can’t get raw meat. I can only be hungry. I can’t stand the hunger. I can only follow the zombies in fear. make contact.

Touch of death.

After more than 60 years, I still remember the time when I saw a zombie catch a rabbit. I took a deep breath, weakly picked up the ax for self-defense, and slashed behind the zombie, cutting off the zombie's body. head.

The head rolled to my feet, and I was so frightened that I covered my head and jumped and screamed.

After 10 minutes, I calmed down a little, and my eyes fell on the dying rabbit again.

then.

My "then" was a full meal for half a month.The rabbit's "then" is no then.

For a long time, my meals were snatched from the mouths of zombies.

But as humans gradually stabilized, humans expanded their power outwards, and at the same time captured animals in order to eat meat, zombies could not guarantee that they could get the meat in their mouths.

I can only learn to hunt by myself. At first, I thought about not catching poor, weak, dirty ones. After being hungry for half a month, these principles were all far away from me. The first thing I decided to catch was the rats in the gutter.

After catching for many days, many days, many days, when I thought I was going to starve to death, finally with my last breath, I caught the mouse that was about to escape into the hole again.

I still remember what I was like at that time, I bit off the head of the mouse with one bite, blood was everywhere, and I tasted the first delicious food in a month with relish.

Recalling the deliciousness at that time, I can't stop it even more.Not to mention rats now, the tails of rats are hard to find. The fasting is close to the limit, and it is difficult to maintain consciousness.

The lights are getting closer and closer. Since I became a zombie, my eyesight has become very good at night, and I can see that it is an old man from a long distance.

The old man, anyway, is going to die anyway...

The demon hovered in my mind. I wiped the corners of my mouth with my dirty but pale arm, stood up trembling, and approached step by step. So much like someone I know.

A person closer than relatives, Shen Yaowen.

Shen Yaowen is my childhood sweetheart and my best friend. He is the son of my father’s friend. He is the same age as me and grew up together. We have no blood relationship, but we are better than blood brothers. He takes care of me like a son, and his favorite sentence is "You are not in good health, so what should you do?" In his eyes, I'm afraid I will die if I don't pay attention.

That's true, I'm not in good health, and there's a reason for that...

My mother died of AIDS when I was eight years old. She has been living with AIDS for more than ten years.

That's right, I was infected with AIDS when I was pregnant. My mother lived in fear and pain all her life, and finally died in pain.My father never married in his life. He turned the pain of losing his mother into motivation. He always travels for work. He always said that this is for me. Antibiotic research out.

But he didn't know how lonely I was all these years. Without Chen Yaowen, I would not have survived those days. My condition would have deteriorated long ago, and I would not be able to live for so long in the following days of fleeing.

After the zombie wave broke out, I ran away with Chen Yaowen. We lived together and fled together. He always protected me very well. We lost all relatives. To me and to him, he was the only relative alive.

For the sake of safety, we sleep together every day. The team needs to take turns on duty. He never let me be on duty. At the beginning, there were bodyguards under him in the team, so he asked his men to do it for me. After that, his men were gone. He's on duty for me.When he found something to eat in the team, he made me full first, and then he was relieved to eat his own food.

I'm used to his presence, so one night later, when he stretched out his hand when we were sleeping together, instead of feeling disgusted, my heart was pounding.I haven't had much love since I was a child. I once liked a girl in high school, but that girl liked Shen Yaowen who was playing with me.Later, no later, I was a bachelor for ten years.

It's really ridiculous that I didn't taste love for the first time until I was almost thirty years old.

Two years, the two years we have been together, is the only time I can remember since I fled.

Yes, two years, this love only lasted two short years.

I hugged my head and curled up in pain.

I know that I am seriously ill and will die sooner than him, but when that day comes, neither he nor I are prepared.

At first, it was just a sore throat and dizziness. I thought it was just a fever, and it didn’t get better after taking cold medicine. Later, it became more and more serious. He vomited blood in one gulp.

Everyone else in the line was scared of me and had to put me down.

He sneered at the time and resolutely left the team behind my back.

I crawled on his back and cried.

He gently stroked my head, comforted me and said in a brisk tone: "Are you afraid? Don't be afraid, even if we are left in the world, I will protect you well."

I nestled on his back, unwilling to think about anything, wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, felt those stretched muscles, and murmured choked up: "I'm not afraid."

Shen Yaowen touched my cold face, and said distressedly: "Don't be brave, you don't need to be brave in front of me."

I didn't say I didn't try my best, I'm not afraid, I just love you.

Later, let alone later.The two of us lived a very hard life. My body was like this, and he took care of everything by himself, and soon lost weight day by day.I really can't stand it anymore, I'm already a dying person, why bother my favorite him before dying?

I advised him many times, but he insisted on accompanying me without changing his face. I had no choice but to leave the camp the next day when I met the second team.

I found a dry cave, nestled in to end my life, and ended up waking up, and after waking up, I became this ghost.

My eyes dimmed for a moment, and I numbly watched the old man go further and further away, and finally left my sight.

I hid back in the woods, the woods are very quiet, there is no sound of birds, 60 years is enough to make the birds in the world extinct.

I walked to the edge of the lake and looked at myself reflected in the lake.

My face is ashamed, I haven’t washed and washed for countless days, the clothes on my clothes are sloppy and haven’t been changed for five years, and I can’t eat enough all day long, which makes my complexion and spirit very poor, as ugly as a zombie.Time doesn't seem to have left a mark on my body, and despite the ugliness, I still look like a young man in his 20s.

No, I was originally a zombie.

After a long time, I finally couldn't suppress the pain in my chest, and I cried out with painful depression in my throat.

I wiped away the dirty gray tears with the back of my hand. I was so sleepy, so hungry, and so lonely. For 60 years, 60 years, I haven’t said a word to anyone, let alone talking. I almost forgot what a person looks like. .

I really want to die, I really want to die, but I can’t die at all. For decades, I tried every means to kill myself, jumping off a tall tree, lurking in the water for half a day, and trying to hang myself with a rope on the tree suicide.

But all of this was just sudden, not dead.

In fact, the most effective way is to try to starve myself to death, but what I am more afraid of is if I lose consciousness and become a walking dead, what should I do?

You can't die, you can't live.

Yaowen, what should I do.

Gradually, I was tired from crying, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep with difficulty.