“No...”

Ling Xiu made a scream and sat up from the top, all over his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and he sat on the big breath, and after a long time, he slowly returned to God.

It was... a nightmare!

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the long breath was lifted out.

In the nightmare just now, he dreamed that a pink-carved little girl was surrounded by a large group of zombies, who tore her petite body and then ripped out her bloody intestines and put it into the mouth to swallow freely, and the little girl hersed out of her mouth and cried out for help.

“Brother, save me.”

And he can do nothing.

Turn your head and look out the window.

The sky was gray and gloomy, the air was filled with a dead fish-like stench, and outside the building there was a sound of zombies stepping on broken glass, and that sound was cold to the bones, and the body could not help but fight a cold.

Bitter smile, nightmares can wake up, but now the real world, but it is a nightmare that can never wake up, sometimes, he is silly can not tell whether it is a dream or reality, and this nightmare that can never wake up, is from half a month ago.

...

Ling Xiu is 25 years old, graduated from college for two and a half years, working in a factory in Haiyang City, with a monthly salary of four or five thousand yuan, although not on the street or starving to death, but in a big city such as Haiyang City, this salary is simply insignificant, except for some necessary fees, it is very good to have two thousand dollars left every month.

Such a situation makes him very distressed, think of a thousand square houses, and then think about the marriage of nearly 200,000 daughters-in-law, he even felt desperate.He tried to change the status quo, but the harsh reality still kept him out of breath.

At this time, a virus called "" spread rapidly throughout the world like airborne, after human infection of this virus, first cold fever cough, the spirit slowly become weak, no appetite, and with the extension of the infection time, the patient's muscles began to shrink, the skin festering, the body also emits a bad smell, until the painful death.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a nightmare.

Because those who have died of the virus are quickly resurrected, after the resurrection they become bloodthirsty monsters, bite when they see people, and those who are bitten will also infect the virus, and then become monsters to attack other humans.

Everything is exactly the same as the situation in the American blockbuster "biochemical crisis", and the world has slowly become the world of zombies.

On the night of the outbreak of the virus, Ling amended the store to buy five or six hundred yuan of supplies, used to fill the hungry belly when part-time creation at night.

The night is like ink, this winter is particularly cold, the temperature at night has dropped below zero, the hagas into fog, the cold wind blows on the face, just like a sharp knife cutting the skin on the face, the pain is unbearable.

The street was quiet, and I couldn't see the shadows at a glance, only a few abandoned nylon bags were slid away on the ground by the cold wind, and the sound of "sasha" emitted could be heard from afar.

"Normally at this time the car goes back and forth, and there are a lot of aunts dancing in the square on the empty floor, today... what is this?It’s a bit unusual!”

He looked around, looked around, and the whole street was alone.

"Is it because the weather is too cold, and everyone's early tortoises shrink into the warm bed at home?"He thought so.

Although the atmosphere is a bit strange, it can even be said to be strange, but thinking that it will usher in the Spring Festival holiday of ten days, Ling Xiu will put these thoughts behind, two hands with a large bag of materials, while humbling small song while driving to their own rental.

Arriving at a guardhouse, the lights in the kiosk were on, and the uniformed community security guards were sitting in their seats, working hard and loyally.Just look at the back, Ling Xiu knows that the security guard on duty today is the old man he is familiar with.

Old Zhang is a 35-year-old man, the specific name he does not know, they are in the basketball court to know, is a player.

Ling Xiu personality is lonely, do not like a lot of people and lively places, but the game of basketball is very fond of the game, and the old Zhang also happens to love to play basketball, the two people can always meet on the court, this day for a long time slowly familiar with up, and then one day in this post accidentally met, Ling Xiu knew that Lao Zhang is one of the security guards in this community, so every time every time the postman met the old Zhang on duty, he always had to say hello in the past.

“Cut up.”

Ling Xiu passed away, his right hand gently knocked on the glass of the kiosk, and his face was always ready to show an akinful smile to greet the old man.But the old Zhang Wensi inside did not move, still sitting with his back to him, the back, but also give people a sense of osmotic death.

You don’t sit and sleep, do you?

Ling Xiu guessed, then knocked again, called to arouse: "Old Zhang, old Zhang..."

At this time, the old man's shoulders shrugged slightly, and his head slowly turned this way.See, Ling Shu hurriedly bent over to get the ham in the bag to share with the old Zhang.

However, when he had just raised his head, a five-pointed extremely distorted, festering pus face everywhere appeared in the line of sight, this face was white, dry and waterless, most of the eyes were occupied by the eyes, the pupil was reduced to a small point, the upper and lower lips were not flying, the viscous blood dripped down the corners of the mouth, and the two rows of yellow-haired black teeth were particularly grim in the hazy blood water.

Ling Xiu's eyes were open, and a layer of goosebumps was raised in an instant, only a cool breath was instilled from the celestial cover and went down to the soles of the feet, so that the whole body was cold, and even the ham in his hand fell to the ground.

From this face, which is only separated by a layer of glass, it is vaguely recognizable that the person inside is the old Zhang, but... why did the old Zhang become like this?

Just in his stagger, the old Zhang suddenly attacked his claws, even if it was across the glass of the post, but he could still hear the low-singing sound in the old man's throat, which was hoarse and gloomy, full of thirst for flesh and blood.

He sat so scared that his legs were soft on the cold ground.

“Hush”

The old Zhang, who had become a zombie, crashed into the glass of the kiosk, suddenly blood and blood flew, and the whole post was trembling with one, and the originally clean and transparent glass was therefore clothed with blood.Because of the panic, Ling Shu's eyes were wide open to the extreme, and his mind was like tens of thousands of bees buzzing, and the sound of "bum" filled the whole mind.

He took a few quick and deep breaths, and saw that Lao Zhang hit the glass of the guard booth twice, and almost knocked his eyes out of his eyelids.

The surging spirits were all risked, and the nearest package of materials was pulled and ran.There was a whirling wind in his ear, and the cold air was inhaled through his mouth, and the throat was invaded by cold air, like a knife, but he had no time to take care of it, and he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

While running, the old rotten face, the infiltration of the hoarse voice, deeply imprinted in his mind, lingering, his heart kept asking: What happened?What happened?