C4 Outbreak

I waved my hands and the doctor came running, surprised, and we lifted the car together and "he" came out from under the wheel and bit the nearest doctor on the neck and pulled hard and the doctor's neck came off like a leg of chicken and blood shot out like a gun from a broken vein and we let go and the traffic police screamed and his hand was pressed under the wheel and "he" finished chewing the flesh in his mouth and lunged at the struggling traffic police and I shouted, "he" slowly turned around and the wound on his neck tilted to one side of his face and the flesh in his mouth and chewed on the other side of his face.

My whole body was drenched in cold sweat, my heart was beating as fast as a machine gun, and the sounds in my ears were like drums. Three months had passed, and the first time I saw a Zombie still woke me up from my sleep.

I gasped for breath in the darkness, slowly calming my heart. I looked at my watch, which glowed faintly at four o'clock in the morning. It was much easier to get such luxury goods now than it was in the past, as long as you killed a Zombie that was once a rich person.

The moisture on the ground was rising continuously through the thin blanket, making my back, which had just dried off my cold sweat, feel ice-cold. Although it was still early autumn, the days seemed much colder than before. There's still food, but the most important thing is still food. It's been a few days since we last obtained decent food, and the amount of food we can find is getting lesser and lesser. We have no choice but to search further away, which also means that the possibility of being attacked by Zombie or similar beings is increasing.

After my wild thoughts, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. My lower abdomen also felt more and more bloated, so I simply put on my clothes and got up. Borrowing the weak moonlight that shone through the window, I carefully crossed over a few staggered legs and pushed open the door into the courtyard.

The sewer stopped working at the beginning of the disaster, and all the indoor toilets lost their function. Not only could they not wash away the dirt, they would also occasionally rush outside. Of course, we didn't have enough water to flush the toilet, as most of the time, water was the most precious thing, so we had to completely block the toilet with dirt.

I went to the wall, where we dug a deep hole, set up two planks, and built a fence around it to make a simple door for a toilet. I looked at the wooden board hanging on the door. It was the one with "no one" facing outside, but I still coughed lightly. I waited for a moment until I was sure that no one was inside before I pushed the door open and entered.

Despite being full of desire to urinate, I was unable to urinate for a long time. Finally, I was able to urinate. Like a faucet leaking water, the urine dripped and dripped. It didn't last long before it weakly dripped down. I felt a burning pain in my urethra.

Because of the lack of water, and because of our poor personal hygiene, taking a bath is an extravagant dream, and we don't change our underwear, we all have more or less a urinary tract infection. This is what our comrade Dr Lee said. He said that if we don't treat him, inflammation might come along and cause prostatitis, cystitis, nephritis …

But this is only a small thing, a very small thing. In this era where we can be bitten to death by Zombie at any time, be beaten to death by our own kind, be bitten to death by a wild dog, and die of sepsis at any time due to some small injuries, these small injuries are something we cannot cry for help. The only thing we need to consider is where the next meal is, and how to live the next second.

On the way, I carefully avoided the seedlings on the ground. The carrots, rapeseed, cabbages, and broad beans that the Uncle Feng had sowed had just sprouted, this is our hope in the future, we definitely cannot destroy this. If we were to accidentally step on a few of them, I'm afraid that we will be driven out to feed the Zombie.

"Who is it!" From the darkness came San Mao's low exclamation.

"Me!" I quickly responded.

After taking two more steps, I saw San Mao pointing the 95th Style Assault at me. After confirming that it was me alone, I slowly put the gun down.

"Can't sleep?" When I walked to his side, San Mao asked.

"Mm …" I pulled my tunic tighter around me and sat down on the stone block opposite him.

San Mao sighed, he once again held the spear by the door, and from time to time, he would look at the hole on the door.

We were silent for a moment. San Mao took out a cigarette from the pocket of his jacket, and carefully turned around to use his body and the wall to block the wind.

I breathed in the smoke, and after a moment, unable to hold it in, I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, from which I took out a cigarette butt that was half smoked.

"Heh …" I nodded towards San Mao: "Lend me a light!"

"What about your own?" San Mao said with dissatisfaction.

"No, I'll return it to you later." "No," I said.

San Mao unwillingly handed over the lighter, and I lit the lighter with the same careful posture as him. I took in a deep breath, and the musty smoke rushed into my trachea and into my lungs, causing my chest to feel numb, and my mind also felt a little tipsy, making me completely relaxed.

In fact, I stopped smoking a few years ago, but after the Zombie crisis, in order to gain a short period of time to escape, I started smoking again. After all, the reason why I stopped smoking back then was for my body.

Perhaps everyone thought so. In this era of despair, the most valuable things that could be traded were not food, not hygiene, or even not weapons or drugs. Instead, it was tobacco, alcohol, and drugs! Maybe these things can make people forget about those scary things for a while. I have seen people getting drunk on themselves many times and then shouting about jumping out to challenge Zombie for a fight. Of course, in the end, their fate is to be bitten by Zombie and become a Zombie as well. Maybe alcohol can give people the courage to face Zombie directly, or the courage to let oneself die … Too many people had lost the courage to live.

When the Zombie first erupted, about a third of the deaths were not from the Zombie s, nor were they from hunger, but rather they ended their own lives. But even so, the Zombie did not let them off, and these corpses, as long as their heads were not injured, would resurrect within a few days after their deaths, becoming Zombie s that they did not want to face the most.

"Have you heard? They said that there are armies resisting the Qianshan Lake … " San Mao looked outside, and said faintly.

"Mm …" I muttered.

"And on the sea, I heard that it's safe to have a few isle s on the East Sea, so many people are heading there now. I heard that the army plans to clear out Hainan Island as a base for their counterattack. There are also a few oil rigs, which are safe and have fuel …"

"Ugh …" I let out a breath absent-mindedly.

"Don't you want to go out?" San Mao was silent for a while, then said: "I won't be able to stay here for the rest of my life, I'll have to leave eventually …"

"But how? We can't even walk a few miles out of here... " I smoked the cigarette until it was just a filter, until I smelled a sickly burnt smell, then threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

San Mao sighed, then turned his face back to the door.