I'm not really a zombie

The two walked unhappily, and they chose a hidden path. The environment was unfamiliar to Lin Fang.

Along the way, he paid close attention to his feet. The previous few falls had sharpened his memory, and he had fallen more in those few days than in the previous twenty years combined.

The two were talking and walked slowly into a small street.

Passing by the window of a house, the figures of the two flashed across the smeared glass, Lin Fang stopped, and moved closer to the window.

Yuan Ling always smiled at him recently.

At first he laughed too, but then he wondered if there was something dirty on his face.But the house they were looking for didn't have anything that could illuminate people, so they had to wash their faces secretly, several times.It's just that Yuan Ling still smiled at him after washing, which made him happy again, and sometimes curious, wondering what was wrong with his face.

The only glass in this row of windows is good, but it has been left unattended for a long time, and it is almost completely covered with dust.

Lin Fang rubbed the dust on the surface with his sleeve, wiped a clean area, and could barely print an outline, so he widened his eyes and took a closer look.

Seeing this, he backed away in fright and nearly fell. There is a strange person with red eyes in the house? !Are the mercenaries here?or something else?What should they do?

Lin Anxin was nervous, opened his mouth, and wanted to call Yuan Ling to stop, but his voice, which was always weak, didn't make a sound at first.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the strange man didn't seem to be moving. He took a closer look and found that it was not a strange man, but his own reflection in the glass.

The weirdo is himself.

Lin Fang couldn't believe it and stepped forward to take a closer look. Sure enough, the strange man also moved closer to the glass, and when he got closer, the face of the strange man fell into his eyes completely.

Although it was vague, he also recognized that it was indeed him.

But the change was so great that he didn't realize for a while that it was him.

The most obvious thing on a face is the pair of blood-red eyes, and it is also because of these eyes that he immediately regarded the person in the glass as a heretic.

How can the eyes be so red?Pinkeye?

Lin Fang looked at the shadowy figure printed in the glass, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

His face reflected in the glass was stiff, blue and black, and his eyes were blood red, so red that he dared not look directly.

Scenes of the past few days flashed in my mind, for example, Yuan Ling didn’t show him his eyes recently to tell him about the infection, for example, he always felt that his body was not right recently, his face was tense, and he couldn’t speak, for example, his limbs were stiff Always wrestling, such as always drowsy and lack of energy during the day...

All the symptoms were linked together, Lin Fang looked at the blood-red eyes reflected in the glass, and was stunned.

He is, completely infected?

He is, turned into a zombie?

This this……

He wanted to say it was impossible, but whether it was facts or reasons, he could not refute or accept it.

A wave of despair spread in Lin Anxin's heart, and the luck that the infection had not been aggravated before, which might have been misunderstood, completely disappeared at this time.He seemed to be stuck in a swamp, watching himself sinking a little bit...

Hearing the sound of slowly approaching footsteps, Lin Fang turned his head and saw Yuan Ling walking towards him with a worried expression on his face.

Lin Fang's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he saw a life-saving straw, he asked, "What's wrong with me?"

As long as Yuan Ling said he was fine, then he was fine.

But Yuan Ling avoided his gaze.

So the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was also extinguished, and his red eyes were full of numbness and despair, just like many low-level zombies.

Yuan Ling couldn't bear it, and comforted him with the pain in his heart.

"It's okay, at least you're still conscious."

"To me, you are still you."