[Apocalypse] Born to be human

This is his "home", and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is simple.

It is located in an old community, the upstairs and downstairs are deserted, and few people are active in the community.People come and go in a hurry, and the whole neighborhood is lifeless.

The air was filled with the fragrance after the rain, Xie Jianli shrugged his nose, and found that there was a similar smell mixed in it.

The next second, a heart-piercing cry came from outside the door: "Help! Help me, I know you are from No. [-] Middle School of the City, and we are alumni!"

Roaring like a beast, followed by the sound of being torn apart.

"Ahhhh-my arm! My arm!"

The smell of blood diffused through the crack of the door and passed into his nose.

Xie Jianli paused when he got up.

Listening to the voice, it should be a student who skipped class.It's probably hopeless.

Then he laughed at himself. If the other party hadn't skipped class, he should be at school now. Everyone in the student union was rushing there, and it was safe there.At least when it rains, the students are in class, and under Lu Junyan's special supervision, everyone is guaranteed to be in the teaching building.

"Are you really not going to wear a school uniform? I heard that leaders will come to inspect our school today."

Xie Jianli's breath stagnates.

He remembered a piece of news that he had ignored.

Zhao Zhe's news can't be wrong!Lu Junyan didn't even consider this!

He stopped hesitating and prepared to leave for school.

The backpack is prepared in advance and placed at home, and many things left can be prepared on the road.

The window was opened, and the stench of corpses inevitably penetrated into the nose, Xie Jianli turned over and left here.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, but the infection was already so serious when I woke up.

trouble.

With a "tsk", he got on his bicycle and drove away.

Most people are safe, like the person outside the door just now, can no longer escape the fate of becoming a zombie.

With the map still in his hand, Lu Junyan suggested that he better arrange the people along the way as well as possible.

With dull eyes, black spots gradually emerged on the face, stiff limbs, and unconscious biting and attacking.

Xie Jianli narrowed his eyes, and stroked the golden pattern on the Tang knife with his fingers.

On the street, there are several such infected people.

coming.

Xie Jianli parked his bicycle on the side of the road, and slowly stepped forward with a Tang knife in his hand.

Someone couldn't stand it and stopped him.

"Don't go any further, those who get bitten will get infected. Brother, if you want me to tell you, you should run for your life."

Xie Jianli pondered.

The zombie has come over.

The man's legs softened and he wanted to run away.

Xie Jianli grabbed his collar, "Tell me where he is first?"

He pointed in one direction tremblingly, "I've locked him up, you should run for your life too."

Xie Jianli let go of his hands, and watched him run away on his bicycle with regret.

He picked up a brick on the ground and threw it at the zombie, but it only made the opponent's pace slightly stagnant.

The street was full of traces of being ravaged, and all the zombies gathered when they heard the sound of moving bricks to the ground.

However, there are no dead people?

Xie Jianli touched his chin, it seemed that they were all infected.

The part of the unsheathed Tang Dao actually showed a strange red color, and the zombies felt a strange breath, and they took a step back in unison, as if they were naturally afraid of power.

He tried to throw another stone, and the zombie turned his head slightly, as if unmoved, and turned back after a while.

Perception of living things...?

at the same time.

"It seems that a real participant has appeared." Xia Lou looked solemn, and in front of him was a group of corpses of zombies.

Lou Shang nodded, they should be the group that found a partner the fastest, "Traces of supernatural powers, help analyze."

"Based on its strength, it's probably the more common C-level." Xia Lou's glasses flashed a light, "But I'm curious that the user can use it to create this level of lethality."

"Probably still have their own strength." They walked all the way, and the traces left behind clearly showed that the users were in a hurry, and some zombies just lost their mobility.

He did not believe in mercy.

On the other side of the city, Xie Jianli's battle was almost over.

His imposing manner was fierce, and his expressionless face swayed the knife vividly showing a coldness that did not belong to this age, which changed from the usual unruly.

The sloppy aura was also put away, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Tang sword returns to its sheath.

He laughed lowly.

"Sure enough, I still can't forget it."

Xie Jianli looked at his hands, which had held a pen and done what all high school students have done.

including murder.

"Why doesn't any of you remember? I'm human too."

Why don't you treat me as a human being, even if it's just a small request, isn't it okay?

He has seen too many scenes of cannibalism.

and so--

Xie Jianli used the Tang knife to support himself to stand up, "—do it a few more times, you all think it's okay?" Black hair covered his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is the last mission."

Xie Jianli was silent for a while, "You guys are not that kind."

"It's still the same," the other party sighed, "If you fail, you will die."

Xie Jianli's pupils constricted, revealing uncontrollable tension and shortness of breath.

This embrace is full of male hormones, and the mixed smell of tobacco and perfume hits the face.

The other party's chest vibrated, and the voice seemed to be smiling, "You can take it as a final hug."

"...Okay," he said with difficulty, the ghost knew what the other party was going to be nervous about, "thank you."

The duplicity brat is obviously so afraid of him.

Xie Jianli heard him sigh, but he didn't seem to hear it after listening carefully.

A cool breeze patted his face, Xie Jianli woke up suddenly.Spread out the note with both hands, there are only six short words on it, but it contains too many things:

"If you have played enough, you will come."

There is no signature, but the handwriting is exactly that person's style, with sharp strokes and a cold air.

The pen and ink soaked into the paper, and it is impossible to imagine the mood of that person when he wrote the note.

Three years later.