C1 The beginning of everything

In the hospital, there was the smell of disinfectant everywhere.

If you smell it too long, you'll feel sick.

Everyone hurried over, their parents sitting on a chair beside them with tired expressions.

I leaned over the bed and stared at the sleeping men.

The clamor around him didn't seem to have affected him in the least.

The person lying on the bed is my brother, he just graduated from university, my dad drove him to the new company in the morning, but he didn't expect my brother to be bitten on the shoulder by a madman that rushed out of the car.

A large piece of meat was bitten off.

When Mom and I got the news and rushed to the hospital, all we saw were the cold lights of the operating room and my father sprawled on the floor.

A doctor whom he was familiar with once stopped by during the journey and left after saying a few words of consolation.

Late at night.

The sickroom quieted down, and the only sound that could be heard was from the apparatus.

My father went out into the hallway to smoke, and my mother fell asleep on the sofa beside me.

After settling my future sister-in-law in another city, I walked back to the bed.

In the afternoon, my brother woke up once, but after shouting twice for a headache, he fell asleep again.

A man has a sixth sense, as if from the moment he was told my brother was injured to the time he left the operating room, my right eyelid kept jumping up and down in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

At 2: 20 A.M., the nurses on duty curled up in their seats and fell asleep.

When I got a hot water and walked back down the quiet corridor to the ward, I saw my mother on the floor and my brother twitching in his bed.

The glass of water fell and burned my feet.

As I stumbled over to call for a nurse, a nurse called for a doctor, a doctor called for more doctors, and many unknown instruments were used on my brother.

Against the straight line and sharp sound of the instrument, I knew what had happened.

It was much calmer than he had imagined.

As the doctor shook his head and said his condolences, my mother fell to her knees and prayed for a miracle to bring her son back to life.

My dad covered his face and cried.

We have three kids, my brother, me, and a seven-year-old brother.

Life and death were an inescapable boundary. Standing by my brother's bed, I looked at the nurse who had removed the apparatus, and suddenly realized that no matter how close my brother and I were, we felt that the distance was too great.

That night, my brother left the hospital, a total of 117 bite patients.

That night 117 people died and none survived.

Miserable wails and cries came from all the sickbeds, swearing the collapse of a family.

When the first scream came from the other end of the ward, Grandma's tearful face was just pulling her seven-year-old brother out of the elevator.

A large number of doctors and nurses rushed into the room at the end of the ward …

Ten minutes later, two people with faces covered in blood rushed out of the ward and bit anyone who saw them.

In an instant, the corridor was filled with panicked screams.

In the midst of a piercing scream... The dead men opened their eyes …

...

After our family hid in the kitchen behind the hospital's cafeteria for a whole two months, our brother, who wore a hospital gown and was in a rotten state, … He wandered outside the glass window of the kitchen.

My mom and grandma started crying the moment they saw my brother.

The 7 year old brother pointed outside and said, "Big brother is there." But my father covered his mouth.

...

The night my brother went was the end of our family and everyone else.

All the people who had died in the hospital woke up within half an hour.

Before the overjoyed family members and doctors could even cheer, they were bitten. The cheers turned into heart-wrenching screams.

For a moment, the paradise of saving lives turned into an Asura hell.

As I pulled at the family members, who didn't have time to grieve and wish to escape from the hospital, I was shocked to find that the entire hospital had been completely sealed off.

People outside... Seems like he doesn't want us to go out.

By the time we hid in the back kitchen of the canteen, the entire hospital was in an uproar.

No one knew what had happened.

The dead suddenly resurrected, then bit and ate the living people around them.

The door of the hospital was opened half a month later.

There were no medical teams or police cars outside the door.

The street was completely silent. The trash bags and newspapers that had been scattered all over the place were blown across the street by the wind.

...

My name is He Mo, female, a junior.

My brother's name is He Tian, and we call him Baby.

He was an extrovert before the outside world became like this.

When the walking dead roamed around us, growling for prey, he would just curl up in his parents' and grandma's arms without making a sound.

In the two months we spent in the kitchen, we used a radio that some old master had left behind to find out what was going on outside.

An unknown virus attacked us during the alternating seasons of that spring and summer.

The virus is unsolvable, and the body's immune system is useless in the face of it.

Once infected, they die quickly.

The only way to spread it was through contact with bodily fluids, and the most direct way was to bite.

from the bite of the walking dead.

You are not wrong, you are a dead man who stands up and walks.

Those who are infected with the virus will die quickly, and will stand up again after they die completely.

It was not resurrection, but rebirth.

The person who woke up was no longer his original self. There was only one reason for them to stand once again … That was eating.

And we... The living are food.

The broadcast started with a lot of news.

However, a month later, the broadcast did not continue.

No channel was reporting anything.

It had been a long time since there was a scream from the hospital.

After the tall doctor had been pressed to the ground by a group of wandering dead people and eaten off the ground, there was no one left alive except our family for the next month.

The day before the broadcast was halted, it kept emphasizing that those who had come back to life after death should no longer be considered as companions. They had long since died, and now, they were only trying to eat you … The only way to kill them all was to smash their heads.

It was already July, and the weather was getting hotter. The power in the refrigerator had been cut off the day before yesterday, and the food we relied on to survive in that huge refrigerator was quickly rotting.

After a meal, he chose to cook some food. Every day, he would have severe diarrhea with his grandma.

His mother held the exhausted baby and spent the night in tears.

My father squatted in the corner and smoked out the boxes of cigarettes he had hidden in the cupboard.

After feeding my grandmother some boiling water, I got up and walked over to the cupboard.

There was a knife for chopping bones.

As I was holding the knife in my hand, my father stood up and stared at me for a moment before saying, "My daughter? Why are you using a blade? "

My dad is not young anymore. His hair has almost all turned white in the past two months.

His hand was still shaking as he stood up from the ground, holding the cigarette.

The sudden departure of my brother was a fatal blow to him and my mother and grandmother. However, reality didn't even give them an hour to heal before we were mercilessly thrown into a world of despair.

I looked at my mother and grandmother on the other side and whispered to my father, "This is a hospital. There must be a lot of medicine in the outpatient clinic. I'll go find some for my baby and grandma to eat."

My dad's face slapped him hard and his voice trembled a little, "You …" You want to go out? Do you know what's going on outside? "

"I know, but if there's no more medicine, Grandma and the baby will die." I use very straightforward words.

My dad knows a lot more than I do, and there's no need to beat around the bush at a time like this.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, my father fell into a long silence. He took a long drag from the cigarette in his hand and extinguished the cigarette, "Stay here with your mother, I'll go find some medicine."

"Dad." I sighed. "There can't be no one here. You have to stay here and protect Mommy and the rest."

All children are the parent's heart and soul, I do not know after compromise what it is like to see their daughters out of the door.

In any case, walking in the bloodstained hospital yard with a kitchen knife in my hand, I felt terrible.

I tried my best to keep my footsteps as light as possible, like a frightened rabbit, trembling from head to toe as I paid attention to what was happening in front and behind me.

The clinic was right in front of the cafeteria.

Soon, they arrived at the main entrance of the clinic building.

Along the way, all they saw were pools of black blood stains on the ground, which were covered with flies and mosquitoes.

There were side entrances on both sides of the building, so I leaned against the wall and quickly slipped in from the right.

The clinic, which used to be full of people, was now empty. Shoes, clothes, medicine bottles, and even a broken hand full of maggots were strewn all over the place.

He covered his mouth to suppress the disgust in his heart. He stepped away from the broken hand and leaned against the wall to take two deep breaths. Then, he calmly opened the door of the first consultation room.