End Times Dust Light

  Time: The night of August 13, 2018 AD

  Night is the best disguise for sneaking. With the faint moonlight, a dark shadow wanders on the edge of the lifeless city.

Thief!

no.

  Fleeing offenders!

Neither is   .

  His name is Lu Ziming. He is 18 years old this year. He is a mountain resident in Lujia Village in the Qinling Mountains. He is a second-year student of Fangcheng Xingguang High School. It is a last resort to appear here.

  If there is a choice, Lu Ziming is willing to return to the quiet small mountain village, live with his family, and lead a plain life without waves. But life changed in an instant, **** microbe virus! The government claimed that humans infected with the H13N19 avian influenza virus mutated again. The virus can spread through the air. The infection range reaches 90%. There is no treatment, no immunization, and nothing. It can only watch the virus spread around the world.

  Humans who survived the catastrophe are called virus-immune people, and they have virus antibodies in their bodies. Before the surviving humans had time to celebrate the rest of their lives, they desperately discovered that they had become food in the mouths of zombies, without champagne and flowers, but kept hiding and fleeing.

  The virus has turned most humans into unconscious zombies, a kind of immortal creatures. The dead do not have autonomous consciousness, but can detect the fluctuations and smells around them, and subconsciously avoid the sun and hide in the darkness.

The speed of these zombies is not fast, which is equivalent to the normal walking speed of humans. The severely twisted limbs make the zombies look like a pile of bacon hanging. It is an out-and-out carnivorous creature.

  Lu Ziming didn’t know when and why all of this happened. There is no official explanation, just like the big bang of the singularity of the universe, which affected the whole world in an instant.

food! The only thing that can affect Lu Ziming's thinking is his hungry stomach. Lu Ziming tightens his belt. In the morning, two Wangwang snow cakes have been digested under the action of stomach acid, and his groaning belly is again angrily protesting.

There is food in the city, but Lu Ziming dared not approach the center of the city. There are countless zombies wandering aimlessly. They can smell the smell of living people within more than ten meters. The vibration caused by running will be Attracting more zombies, as long as the zombies are blocked in the streets and houses, they will only be bitten and dismembered.

  This is a lifeless and dangerous city, only a hundred miles away from the mountain village where Lu Ziming is located. Lu Ziming appeared here, originally planning to seek help and medicine for treatment, because his mountain village also had a virus outbreak.

Lu Ziming is boarding high school in this county-level city called Fangcheng. He will only return to the mountain village during summer and winter vacations. Now it should be Lu Ziming's summer vacation in the mountain village. Many people in the mountain village suddenly gave birth. A strange disease caused Lu Ziming to go out to find a doctor to treat the villagers.

  After arriving in Fangcheng, Lu Ziming knew that the villagers were not sick at all, but mutated after being infected with the virus. Now it is impossible for Lu Ziming to return to the mountain village. The bicycle was lost while escaping. Without food and transportation, it was impossible for Lu Ziming to return to the mountain village.

Just this morning, Lu Ziming pried open a house and found some food from it, but before noon, he was robbed of all the food on his body by four men, and finally he was kicked twice because of himself. There is too little food to make them happy.

Law, morality, and humanity seem to disappear overnight. Murders, robberies, and rapes are constantly being staged around the city. In cities without police and military protection, the survivors are willing to sell their hue for a piece of bread. People stab you directly from behind. Lu Ziming didn't dare to say hello to people, he didn't dare to appear in crowded places, he had to keep one eye open while sleeping. No one knew what these people would do in the next moment. Everyone was in danger and died. And fear has become a true portrayal of this city.

  Food is as important as survival. Having food does not necessarily mean happiness. Food may bring danger to oneself. People who are unable to protect their food will end up starving to death alive.

  Lu Ziming felt like an industrious and timid groundhog, under the cover of the night, walking through the fringes of the city, looking for every place where food might be hidden.

  Now that six days have passed since the outbreak of the virus, the easy-to-find food has been collected by the survivors. Lu Ziming can only search for the leftovers in places that others have searched.

  Is this still a familiar city? Order collapsed, chaos, violence, killing, death and other crimes enveloped this small city, and hundreds of thousands of people in the small city became lifeless zombies. In a sense, the vast majority of them are more like the earth. The master of the world, and survivors like himself live a life of hiding in Tibet like a mouse.

  Lu Ziming can't do anything, let alone change the world by himself. Escape and hiding have become the most important part of his life.

Lu Ziming took a deep breath, raised his foot, stepped down the steps, silently reciting the map that he had already memorized in his mind, and walked toward the depths of the street directly ahead, where there is a Suguo supermarket. Where is Lu Ziming going? Try your luck.

·····A bus with the number 11 plate on the top rolled over on the side of the road, rubber tires and metal body made scratches of more than tens of meters on the asphalt road, most of the glass cars on the car The windows were smashed, and dark red blood stains flowed from inside. Bloody handprints were everywhere around the car, and several mutated zombies were lying next to a human corpse, biting the flesh that was once their own kind.

All kinds of vehicles filled the entire street. Solar-powered traffic lights were constantly changing colors of red, yellow and green. Under the tall pedestrian trees, a man in a fluorescent uniform The traffic policeman was sitting outside the traffic control booth. Two legs had been crushed by something. A long bloodstain stretched from a distance. The traffic policeman was holding an intercom in his hand, waiting for rescue before he died. The arrival of personnel.

The zombies did not let off the dying traffic policeman, leaving countless bite marks on the traffic policeman's body. A bunch of smelly internal organs flowed out of the broken belly. The liver and heart that zombies like to eat have long been unknown. Whereabouts.

  At the end of the street and inside the shops, there are from time to time there are rushing footsteps and terrifying screams, and the hysterical screams are creepy. Those survivors went out looking for food and often bumped into zombies wandering around. Some were discovered by the zombies, and some were attracted by panicked survivors, causing more panic among survivors.

  Zombies like the smell of panic people. The smell will attract more zombies to gather from all sides, forming a huge encirclement. Survivors who lose their minds are like headless flies being torn apart by zombies mercilessly.

  Lu Ziming bent down against the wall and walked through the gap between the green belt and the wall. Lu Ziming was afraid of being found by zombies and being seen by survivors. The three encounters made Lu Ziming fully understand that sometimes survivors are more terrifying than zombies. Lu Ziming can avoid zombies, but cannot hide survivors in the dark. They can kill and rob for food, as long as a little Resistance will provoke stronger retaliation.

  A dark-gray denim suit is the best cover color for Lu Ziming to sneak, and it can blend with most of the surrounding environment.

Food is still food, so Lu Ziming had to venture into a Suguo supermarket on the edge of the city to find food. There were many zombies there. Before the virus broke out, they were the waiters and customers in this supermarket. After the virus broke out, they Become a zombie and have been entrenched there, no one wants to venture into a supermarket with countless zombies.

A few minutes later, Lu Ziming's figure appeared at the entrance of the underground parking lot of Suguo Supermarket marked with a huge SG trademark. Familiar with the terrain means that you can quickly find what you want, or quickly escape when you find that the situation is not right. Dangerous, Lu Ziming chose this supermarket because one of his cousins ​​used to work here and came here by himself.

A road pole with yellow and black diagonal stripes broke into two sections, and a highly decomposed corpse hung on the window of the parking toll booth next to it. It can be seen from the sign on the chest that this is a toll management of a parking lot. Staff, happened to be working here when the virus broke out.

  The entrance to the underground parking lot of the black hole is like a huge monster with a big mouth. He can't see the situation inside the parking lot. Lu Ziming needs a self-defense weapon. The kitchen knife in the kitchen can not deal with fierce zombies except for being courageous.

The emergency lights on the walls of the underground parking lot have already lost their function. There are only a few fluorescent-effect arrow signs laid on the walls, which tenaciously illuminate a small area around them, and the darkness covers Lu Ziming’s whereabouts. At the same time, the location of the zombie is hidden, and the location of the zombie can only be roughly judged by the grunting sound in the zombie's throat.

  Zombies have a strong territoriality, and zombies that are not aware of survivors will only move in a small area, just like a dog guarding its own bones and reluctant to leave.

Lu Ziming cleverly avoided the range of activities of a few zombies, slipped to the front of the red cabinet where the fire equipment was placed, and smashed the glass of the fire cabinet marked with the bold 119 with a fist wrapped in a thick cloth. A heavy fire axe placed inside was held in his hand.

  This is the only close weapon that Lu Ziming can get. Gun management has always been the focus of government management. There are no guns in private individuals, and guns are controlled by violent agencies. Lu Ziming has no idea where to find guns. Lu Ziming is no stranger to guns. There are two shotguns in the mountain village where he lives, but those are all weapons used by the forest guards, and villagers can only use bows and arrows to go hunting in the mountains.