Dear Mr. Mourning [End Times]

Northeastern China. Spring City.

There has always been heavy rain in China recently, but most of them are still cloudy with a hint of gloom.Because of the lack of sunlight for a long time, the potted plants on the balcony are a little wilted.

And its owner was writhing on the bed in pain, his limbs twitching, as if invisible lightning was striking him.

Fan Du closed his eyes tightly, the thunderous thunder blended in the chaotic dream, and the whispers of the monks singing when shaking the prayer wheel seemed to float in his ears.His mind was getting more and more chaotic, and it was as if he was wrapped with life-threatening mantras.

The victim suddenly woke up, and got up quickly almost as soon as he opened his eyes. He looked around him vigilantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming his safety.

Fan Du gasped, his heart was beating so fast that he seemed to spit it out of his mouth, and when he touched his head, his hands were dripping with sweat.

The sharp stabbing pain in his mind kept attacking this fragile body, he quickly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged for a while, before he recovered.At this time, there was another layer of painful cold sweat on the body, and the pajamas were slightly sticky to the body.

Fan Du's breathing has calmed down, but his thoughts are still confused, and his only thought is—the air is so good.

The room had been locked for three days, and with the recent heavy rain, there was already a musty smell, but Fan Du hadn't smelled air that didn't contain blood and stench for more than ten years.

He looked at his white hands without any scars, and then at this strange and familiar room, and could hardly control his facial expressions.

He stumbled and pushed open the door of the bathroom, and when he turned on the shower head, the surging cold water instantly woke up nine points of his fatigue.

Looking up, the boy in the mirror has a messy head of half-length black hair, which just covers up his hard-won spirituality, and haze circles under those bright black eyes that are full of fatigue.The face that was not supplied with sufficient nutrition became angular, and the sharp chin grew some sparse stubble.

It was obviously a pretty face, but it was covered with decadence.

Sitting on the toilet seat, Fan Du looked at the emaciated young man, and the person in the mirror also looked at him.

"this is me."

Fan Du twisted his thigh hard, it's fine, the pain nerves haven't become so dull yet.

He rubbed his forehead, and already understood what wonderful things had happened to him.

He was reborn.

Fan Du sneered, showing complete composure to such miraculous things: "One more hell, is this torture?"

Lying on the cold bed, surrounded by countless people to instill energy.Every meridian is painful, and the way of self-explosion in the end is much more painful than being eaten by zombies.

He took a few sips of tap water from the tap to moisten his dry lips, and then followed his memory to find the phone under the pillow in the bedroom.

The poor screen was covered with cracks, Fan Du pressed the buttons a few times and found that it was turned off.After rebooting, just unlocking the screen, the overwhelming 99+ made him frown.

But he didn't read the news, he just returned to the main interface to check the date.

The time shown above is May [-], [-].

There are still thirteen days until the outbreak of the bacteria.

Fan Du was very calm, he opened the refrigerator to search for food, and found only a bag of sliced ​​bread inside.Like before the end, he spread the blueberry jam on top, put the two slices together, and took a big bite.

As an evolutionary of the natural department, he is not short of food. If other people are reborn, the first thing he will do is probably to cry bitterly after eating.

After eating up the whole bag of bread, Fan Du licked his fingers.During the period, the phone kept ringing, but he didn't care. All his emotions were attracted by a zombie.

On the first day of the last days, Fan Du opened the door and saw the first infected person in his life.

It's been a long time, and Fan Du no longer knows how the other party came to welcome him.

Is a gentleman's hand out?Or trying to attract attention by making non-human barking noises?But Fan Du knew his own reaction, it must have been screaming and throwing him away, and then quickly fled from his protection, thinking he was safe.

"Will you come to me this time?"

Fan Du muttered to himself, almost crushing the bag of bread.

As the last group of people who lived to the end, he knew that thinking and planning for the future was a top priority, and he was in a hurry to welcome the end of the world, and the survival rate was almost zero.

The first thing he has to do is to collect all the things that are beneficial to him in these short thirteen days, and rely on the experience of the previous life to firmly hold on to those that he could not get.

then……

It's fine to drag that zombie away.

Fan Du will not trust anyone easily, he only trusts his teammates.Now teammates are scattered all over the world, and the only one who can be quickly recruited is that talented zombie.

It's a bit strange to say, but Fan Du fell in love with this zombie.

At the moment of dying in the previous life, the Binhai base was completely captured, and the ones who came to rescue Fandu were actually zombies.

But it was too late, the crystal nucleus reached the critical point, and along with the severe pain, cracks had already formed.

Fan Du recognized him. This high-level zombie kept harassing him, but it didn't show any hostility. Fan Du once thought that this zombie had a brain problem, but he didn't expect the answer to be like this.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

The energy of the evolutionary is destructive to the zombie, and the zombie will not dodge or dodge, so it ushered in the end with him.

Fan Du could no longer see his appearance clearly, but this voice reminded him of many past events.It seems that this voice has been by his side since he was a child, which made Fan Du discover many things like peeling cocoons.

Before his parents passed away, he liked to play with his neighbor's little brother, but he never contacted him after he moved.It’s just that if I recall carefully, this voice is very similar to the landlord who only communicates on WeChat, the owner of the coffee shop opposite the school, and the senior I met during the internship...

And on the night when the epidemic completely broke out, he was also the first zombie that appeared at his door.

The answer is already obvious.

Fan Du put the trust level of this zombie at the highest level, because he never hurt himself until he died.

Normal people must be very frightened and uneasy when faced with such stalker-like behavior.But Fan Du is different. After the tempering of the last days, he knows that things like feelings are the easiest to break.He has seen many hysterical partners when disasters are imminent. Maybe yesterday they were still talking sweetly and vowing to each other, but today they are yelling at each other, spitting out the most vicious curses.

But this zombie is definitely the best companion.

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