[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

I think I've been dead for a while.

I can't remember how I died, because there were multiple stab wounds on my clothes, marks from being shot, and teeth marks on my wrist, which was bloody and ugly... …Oh yes, I found that there are still a few wounds on my exposed arm, which may have been left by scraping the barbed wire, but the wounds are neat, probably caused after death, not fatal.

Uh... the last sentence seems to be a sick sentence.

But I'm already dead, so I don't care what to do.

I don't remember what I used to do, maybe a small employee in a store, maybe a cleaner, not a white-collar worker, because the clothes are really tattered, and they are definitely not suits.

Actually, I don't think I care at all about what I did before, how I died, or whether I have any family, friends, relatives, etc.

The only thing I feel right now is just hungry.

very hungry.

I staggered forward with a group of people around me, I don't know why we have to walk like this, it looks so silly.

However, I tried to correct my walking posture and found that it was a bit out of control.

Then I heard a few babbling sounds next to me.

I don't know the names of the ugly ones looking at me, damn it, I can't even remember my own, but I think they were laughing at the way my arms swayed too much when I was trying to correct my gait.

As if they went so beautifully.

I felt that I should have rolled my eyes, but the other party didn't respond, so I didn't bother to care about it, and just continued to walk forward with the large army.

Occasionally we would hear the sound of ping-pong from the shops on the side of the road, although most of the time it was just because the broken windows let the wind blow in and made a mess of the fallen cans and the like, but We will always go there.

It's a waste of time - this reflex mechanism.

By the way, we still have a lot of conditioned reflexes, in addition to sound, there is also light, smell, temperature and so on.For example, we never eat our own partners, probably because we have almost no temperature and the smell is not very pleasant.

The smell of death.

Maybe it's because this smell is too strong, so it is particularly sensitive to the smell of survival.

But I seem to have one more reflection mechanism.

If it's not because I'm abnormal, it's probably because the thing reflects light.

There is a person on it.

To be precise, it's half a person, where the legs can't be seen, and the upper body is about twice my size?No temperature, no smell, flat, but looks very three-dimensional, the man's skin is very white, the hair is combed back, revealing a full forehead, thick eyebrows, he has double eyelids, and those eyes are light brown , the pupils are black again, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are light pink, um... like the cat that alarmed us last time?

He is laughing.

He was wearing a white shirt, the lower part of which was stained with blood and mud.But overall it still looks clean.

It is rare to see someone so cleanly dressed while foraging.

I tried to lean in once, but couldn't bite.The box in which he was kept was cold and hard.

So every time I have a chance to pass by, I don't go there anymore, I just take a look from a distance.

Big, reflecting the sun, very dazzling.

Also a little out of place, in this gray city.

The babbling and babbling in front of me called my attention back, and I began to stride to keep up with my team.

The good thing about being a little further back is that if our food had something that popped, my chances of surviving should be a little better.

Strange...why am I always thinking about living and the like, I'm already dead.

Eating and maintaining this state seems to be the only goal of our group of corpses.

I don't know when I took this as a goal, maybe it was in the beginning, or maybe it suddenly had such a goal in a certain room, and then I started to notice a lot of things around me.

Of course, they appear more often than not as a hindrance.

If we want to go to the other end of the city, we can't go straight, we can only wander along the streets planned by those hapless buildings.

This is really not a good thing.

Because I'm pretty sure this is the second time I've seen this guy this morning.

I'm a little irritable, probably hungry.

Why hasn't the food that comes to roam the streets yet?I think I can eat a lot now, a brain, a chest muscle, and half a liver.

I don't know why so many zombie movies like to describe that we like to eat intestines. In fact, that kind of food tastes terrible. If I had a choice, I would never like to eat it.

The sun was very strong, and I finally walked through a place that I hadn't reached today, and then I smelled a strong rancid smell.

It smells bad, but not to the point where you need to cover your nose.I think my smell should be a little better but limited?

That strong rancid smell could only mean one thing.

They quickly become a skinny thing, faster and uglier.I actually bet there are a lot of dudes in that fence that have turned into upgraded zombies.

They are more hungry than me.

It's better to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise even if you find food, you will definitely be snatched by these guys.

TBC.