Chapter 8

Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears on his face and stood up to collect the scattered materials. The rain is still falling, the whole world is only the sound of rain.

I don't want anything in my mind. I just mechanically collect all kinds of materials and move them to the living room one by one.

"Touch..." The iron door was closed by him. Zhang Xiaoqiang came back to himself. He was still wearing his raincoat. The rain continued to drip on the floor tiles along the hem of his raincoat. The clothes inside the raincoat were all wet. The cold and cold made him shiver all over.

Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his clothes and sat on the bed wearing a quilt. The heater was turned to the maximum block. The red light in the heater was reflected on his face. The hot light was like countless needles pricking his skin. But it still couldn't get rid of the cold. Zhang Xiaoqiang was holding the quilt and shivering. The rain was still falling outside the window.

Think of the Baijiu found the other day, "Baijiu can dispelling cold".

Turn out the top-quality product "Daohuaxiang" pressed on the bottom of the box, screw the lid off and "Gudong" is a mouthful, 52 ° Baijiu contained in the mouth, the smell of wine rushed through the taste buds Zhang Xiaoqiang almost burst out, difficult to swallow, the tongue began to numb. Baijiu, like a hot oil, has been burning down the throat until it reaches the bottom of your heart. The sensation of fire has spread from the bottom of your heart to your throat.

It seems that the cold trapped in the bones is slowly dissipating. Turning down the heater, Zhang Xiaoqiang holds the quilt and looks at the heater in a daze.

Hungry stomach awakens Zhang Xiaoqiang to eat. He gets out of bed, goes to the living room, finds out a box of Weihua biscuits, tears open the package, and a cockroach falls out of the box and crawls on the ground. Subconsciously, he raises his foot to step on the cockroach.

An empty mineral water bottle was placed on the computer desk with a tightly closed cap and two air holes left on it. The cockroach lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle and did not move. In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't step on it, just shut it in a bottle and didn't give it food. I want to know how long it can live without food.

In this despairing City, Zhang Xiaoqiang is like a victim living on an isolated island, with no hope and no future. In addition to the zombies wandering downstairs, only this cockroach accompanied him, lonely, like a beast, constantly biting in his heart, like poison, constantly corroding his heart.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sometimes thinks about whether he is the only human being left on the earth, and he is the king of the world, the king of a person.

"If you can't stand loneliness, learn to enjoy it."

Zhang Xiaoqiang is chewing on Weihua biscuits and calculating how long the current supplies will last. He even wants to escape from the city while it's raining. Unfortunately, he can't drive or steal a car.

"Going out?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shakes his head and dispels this crazy idea. I don't know if it will rain for a few days. I don't know if all the zombies like to get wet. I don't know where he can go. He has been to wh city and X city where his sister married.

"The future is slim, alas!" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed.

A box of Weihua biscuits had been eaten by him unconsciously, and his mouth was dry. He took a bottle of mineral water and took a big mouthful. As soon as he swallowed it, he lost his strength.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carried a plastic water bottle to the ground, and his whole body convulsed. His heart was pounded by a hammer. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. There was only a "Lo, Lo" sound in his throat. It was like a red hot iron ball was thrown into his internal organs. He kept rolling around in his body, and his five bellies and six internal organs were ignited. The feeling of burning fire extended from the inside out, and the skin on his hands became red. Zhang Xiaoqiang had never experienced such pain. For the first time, he wanted to die, and only death could end the pain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is lying on the ground and bumping the floor tile for the first time. His blood flows into his eyes. He can't see clearly, and his vision is red. Zombies, food, survival.... It doesn't matter. He just wants to end this kind of howling pain, even if his life is at stake, he just instinctively bumps his head against the ground, hoping to make himself faint.

I do not know after a few hours, or a few minutes, the end of the pain. Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes. His face was covered with blood mixed with tears and runny nose. His whole body shrank into a ball like a cooked shrimp. His body was still twitching subconsciously. He could not loosen his teeth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is lying quietly, doing nothing and thinking nothing. He hasn't recovered from the terrible pain.

The mineral water bottle in his hand was usurped into a ball by him, and the mineral water kept spouting from the mouth of the bottle and sprinkling on his body and on the ground. The clothes that I had just put on were full of blood and water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the bottle and held his hands tightly in front of his chest, shaking all over his body. His teeth, which just couldn't be released, kept bumping up and down. Legs rubbing against each other, hoping to generate a little warmth.Zhang Xiaoqiang was cold all over. He wanted to go to bed, but he didn't have any strength. As the chill in his body became heavier and heavier, his vision began to blur and his mind became more and more lethargic.

"It's over?" Zhang Xiaoqiang murmured, "I'll see the old man and the old woman!"

The intense pain made Zhang Xiaoqiang wake up, and the burning sensation made him twitch all over again. He didn't know how many times it was. Every time he was dizzy by the cold to the bone marrow, he was awakened by the burning pain all over his body. He didn't know the times and the time. If there was hell in the world, he would have been suffering in hell.

The pain and ice cold did not relieve at all, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's nerves began to numb. As he woke up again and again, his mind would not be blank as at the beginning. He didn't know anything and didn't want to know anything!

He is still in pain. Zhang Xiaoqiang lies on the ground and looks at the ceiling, as if his body is no longer his own. All the pain has nothing to do with him.

"There must be a virus in the rain. It must have been accidentally swallowed in the rain." Zhang Xiaoqiang kept thinking, and the cold was swimming around in his body, as if even the blood began to coagulate.

"I'm infected? How painful would it be to become a zombie? " Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to think, the cold began to become stronger, thinking also began to slow down.

"Zombie mutation takes 45 minutes, haven't I got time yet? How slow it is In the moment of fainting,

"Be a zombie soon." It's dark.

2013 At 7:30 on February 1, 2008, the mobile phone alarm rang again and again, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was awakened by the ring in his bedroom. When I opened my eyes, my consciousness was still a little fuzzy. I found myself lying wet in the living room. I wanted to stand up, but I didn't have the slightest strength on my body. I propped up with my hands on the ground and Zhang Xiaoqiang sat up. What happened last night was remembered by him.

"I'm a zombie?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his fingers in a hurry. His nails were neatly trimmed and he touched his teeth“ Flat He called out“ I'm not a zombie! " With a little strength on his body, Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled to stand up and walked to the bedroom. The figure in the mirror looked very down, his hair was tangled for a long time, his face was stained with blood, his eyes were small, and he could clearly see the dark brown pupils.

He didn't become a zombie or make Zhang Xiaoqiang happy. Naturally, he didn't feel depressed. After suffering from yesterday's purgatory, he is now in a calm mood. He looks out of the window and the rain stops