[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

It's... raining?

God you really hate me...

I leaned against the tree and tried to stand up but failed. I could only let the more pouring rain wash down and wet the warm clothes on my body.

The autumn rain was cold and cold, and soon I was too cold, and I didn't care if I was not clean, I just wanted to shrink myself up.

The wound on the leg was a bit hideous, and even the torn pants were stained red.The top was stained with messy dirt, which was quickly washed away by the rain.

The rain wetted the hair and slid along the cheekbones to the corners of the lips, a little salty.

The sound of crackling rain covers up everything, is it time to cry?No one will hear it anyway.

My leg is injured, how can I walk?

How can I go back to find him without means of transportation?

Can you really survive with only yourself alone?

William Chen, you bastard!

I have said so many times, both openly and secretly, that I don't want to be separated from you, why do you still insist on doing that when the critical moment comes?You don't have to block the door for me in that house, if you leave there, it's not impossible for us to escape together...

The smell of blood and decay gradually disappeared, and there was only thick water vapor and coldness in the breath. Water marks were washed out on the ground, and the two rotting corpses lying not far away were gradually washed away.

Maybe it's because the body is cold, but the brain calms down instead.

I can't die yet, I have to protect myself, although it's a bit disgusting, but rubbing a little internal organs from them should cover up the bloody smell on my body.

Why doesn't it stop raining?

But with such a heavy rain, there should be nothing to hear me or smell me. I only have one knife left in my hand now, even if only one or two come out, I may not be able to escape completely.

Is this how it feels to be about to die alone?

I closed my eyes and forbade myself to think about it any more.

I survived, from when it all started to now, I found him, and he is slowly recovering, Xiao Miao has a saying that is right, if he is still alive and something happens to me, he will degenerate back to his original form The way I'm not going to forgive myself.

The knife in my hand fell to the ground unconsciously, and I reluctantly reached out to pick it up, only to find that my hand was so numb that I couldn't hold the handle of the knife.

At the same time, I also heard a rustling sound not far away.

Tsk, really pick the time.

I tried my best to hold the handle of the knife with both hands, not daring to move. I just distinguished the direction of the sound. I couldn't hear the crackling rain clearly, and it might just be the sound of rain hitting the leaves or the soil.

Maybe it's just that I'm an underdog.

"Fengfeng..."

I trembled and tried my best to look around. The dark sky and water vapor instantly drowned out the small voice, and I didn't see anyone.

... Illusion, illusion, he is several hours away from here, he is so stupid, even if he knows he wants to come to me, how can he be so fast...

I didn't dare to respond, in case there was a zombie hanging around here, I didn't want to understand the signal telling him "I'm right here, come and bite me".

My mind suddenly ran a little train, and I remembered that once he sneaked into the house in the middle of the night, I almost hit him with a racket.In the end, someone who was so frightened looked at me in shock, and said aggrievedly: "Wow, I haven't seen me for two months and you want to murder my husband so soon!"

Fart, I originally told me it was tomorrow's plane, but I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at night and heard the movement in the living room. I can't let me take the initiative to open the door with a happy face, right?

I shivered from the cold, and the hand holding the knife tightened subconsciously: I must have lost a little too much blood... Why do I still think wildly at such a tense moment?

The rustling sound seemed to have disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could finish my breath, a hideous face appeared beside the tree.

It was a matter of a split second, instinctively made me raise the knife and swung it over there, but I didn't have enough strength, I only scratched the opponent's scalp, although the blade was sharp, I didn't have enough strength to pierce through the skull, just Wiped the edge and flew over.

It’s over.

I resigned myself to watching that ferocious face leap towards my throat with its mouth open.

——In the future, I will use this hand to block my wounds, and I will chop it myself.Remember?

I still remember the way he nodded.

I asked him if he was lying to me, and I still remember the way he nodded.

Seeing again the wrist covered with red scars that had not fully healed after being torn stood between me and the zombie. Although I didn't realize it, the other liquid added to the wetness on my cheek still made me feel uncomfortable. Get it right away.

asshole……

Really use this hand to block again...

The knife in his hand fell to the ground.In the rumbling thunder and a bright flash of lightning, I watched him wrap his arm around the guy's neck, fall to the ground and drag the guy back desperately.

I breathed a sigh of relief—at last, this time he just wrapped his arms around the guy's neck and was not bitten.

The person who fell on the ground was covered in mud and water, and he was in a state of distress, but his voice was very bright, and he stretched out a hand towards me and said with difficulty: "Knife!"

Of course I know that he needs a knife, and I just touched the handle of the knife, but when I wanted to throw it to him, my accuracy and strength were not enough, and I was still about [-] centimeters away from him.

The zombie waved his arms, trying to remove the things wrapped around his neck. Fortunately, he was wearing the thicker clothes I wanted him to put on, so he couldn't catch anything for a while.

He moved twice with difficulty, reached the handle of the knife, and then stabbed in. The guy didn't move, he pushed him aside, got up and knelt down again, and he was not in a hurry to talk to me, just to see my body I wanted to touch my leg but didn't dare, and looked at me eagerly.

I shook my head: "I was injured in a car accident."

He was obviously relieved, and I was hugged by him before I could speak out my mouthful of questions.

The frown is unconscious - he's covered in mud... really dirty...

Raising your hand and hugging it back is also unconscious - the miss is engraved into the bone marrow, and seeing it is even more turbulent.

The poisonous tongue was probably also unconscious: "Tell you not to be with me..." You deserve it, I love you so much.

The corners of my mouth were bent, and the salty rainwater seeped in a little along the corners of my mouth, but I felt very relieved.

He may have said something, but I didn't hear it clearly, because the misty picture in front of my eyes turned black the next moment.

TBC.

The final chapter

He has a bad fever.

The rain came suddenly, but fortunately, the noise and smell it caused was enough to keep those guys away from the place where the car accident happened. When I got back there were only a few slow-moving guys around, and my walking speed was already fast A lot, even though I carried him on my back, I got back to the car I drove out smoothly.

With him in the passenger seat, I quickly started the car and drove back to an open place to stop.

Collecting human-usable things has become a habit after having him. Before I found this car in that town, I habitually took a large basket of things in the pharmacy and other small shops I saw, although I I don't know which medicine can reduce inflammation and fever, but I know the wound on his leg needs to be packed.

I disinfected my hands with alcohol, pulled his trousers, and treated his wound carefully. The faint rotten smell on his clothes before they were washed off made me a little scared.

He said it was an injury from a car accident. I don't know if the wound touched the dirt, even a little bit, would he be infected with something like this virus, and then... change.

Alcohol...Although it will hurt, let's disinfect it.

I carefully dipped some alcohol into a clean gauze and put it on his wound.

The moment it was pasted, the person in the seat frowned in pain, and stretched out his hand to push me. His eyes were half-opened but he changed his movements, grabbed my clothes and said hoarsely: "William...William..."

I let him hold it, the alcohol gauze on my hand was still pressing on the wound, and I responded to him: "I'm..."

But he shook his head, his eyes were wet, he seemed a little confused, and continued as if he didn't see me: "William...I don't really want to break up...don't promise me...don't break up with me..."

I probably knew what he was talking about, I took away the blood-stained gauze, and brushed his bangs with one free hand: "Okay, let's not break up."

He calmed down, and I lowered my head and continued with my hands.

After the wound was wrapped up, I went to unbutton his clothes. He was completely soaked. Although the clothes were washed away by the rain, most of the dirt was washed away, but they were not so clean. on the cushions, covered with some looted towels, and carefully wrapped him up on the back seat.

While brushing his hair, he shivered.

Although I don't have any temperature, he always wants to drag me. The clothes are too wet and cold, so I have no choice but to take them off and kneel beside the seat to wipe his hair.

Sometimes he whispered something indiscriminately, and sometimes tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

Opening his eyes occasionally, he looked at me aggrievedly, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "It hurts so much."

I leaned over and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

He cried: "My whole body... my whole body hurts..."

My hands trembled unconsciously, and I wrapped the quilt around him a little tighter: "Hey, the pain will stop after the fever subsides. You can sleep for a while." Sleep for a while, it shouldn't hurt when you fall asleep.

But I didn't dare to let him sleep. After drying his hair, I shook him with some medicines: "Fengfeng, Fengfeng, open your eyes, please? Which one is the antipyretic medicine? Open your eyes." take a look."

He opened it in a daze, but didn't answer me, just stretched out his hand and grabbed my wrist: "I knew...it would be fine..."

"You love me so much...how could you leave me to die?...you will definitely come back to find me..."

"William, I was wrong... I will never break up with you again... Let's not break up, okay..."

I was so anxious that I had nothing to do with him, so I ran along his hair to comfort him: "Okay, don't break up, never break up again."

The strength in his hand relaxed a bit, I hurriedly pulled it out, lowered my head to carefully distinguish the words on it... Ah... Xi... Could this be a cure for headaches? ...the description on the back seems to have the word "head"...

No matter, it can't be worse than now, I took out two pills with trembling hands, helped him sit up, stuffed the pills in and poured them down with water.

He coughed violently, I patted his back, and wrapped the quilt that fell off again, he leaned his head on my shoulder uncomfortably, and put his arms around my waist.

I push him away, I'm not warm, and getting closer to me will only make the condition worse.

But he refused, I pushed him a bit and then increased his strength, his strength seemed to have grown even though he was unconscious, he refused to let go no matter what.

Pushing it in a hurry, he spoke in a pitiful tone next to my head, saying sentences such as "You don't want me anymore" and "Don't push me away".

I had no choice but to hug him: "I want it, don't push it away." Don't talk to me like that... Get well soon, please get better soon.

Nothing to do, nothing to do.

He's hot, scary hot, hot... like me...

Don't...impossible...the person I'm reluctant to bite...why was he hurt so easily...

Who can tell me what should I do...

I really don't know what to do other than hold him tight and be with him.

"... Fengfeng... will be ugly if you change... You are so narcissistic, you will want to cry when you become ugly? I won't help you if you are laughed at by other zombies..."

"...Fengfeng... Didn't you say that if I use this hand to block your wounds again, I'll cut it off? If you become like that, you won't be able to chop it off anymore, and your whole body will be stiff as hell..."

"... Fengfeng."

I pressed my lips against his ear and called his name over and over again.

Like if I don't, he's literally going to leave me.

I whispered tirelessly over and over again, but he never woke up, never spoke to me again, not even the gibberish.

The hand around my waist loosened a little bit and fell to the side of the seat.

I raised his hand and circled it back again, put it back when it fell, put it back when it fell.

I'm obviously so cold, but I can still feel his body temperature drop little by little, getting colder and colder, and there seems to be a heartbeat close to the chest, and it doesn't seem to be, I can't tell the difference anymore.

Go check the wound...it might be healing...but I can't bear to let him go.

It doesn't seem to matter like this, at least I'm still with him, at least I'm still with him.

At worst, there are two zombies. At worst, he forgets me. I always carry his words, and one day he will think of me again...

I held him like this until it was completely dark.Until the bright sun shines down again.

I sat there stiffly, and I seemed to see a green grassland in front of my eyes, with a gentle wind, warm light, pure blue and green in my eyes, and he was sitting next to me.

I reached out and touched his cheek in disbelief: "...Fengfeng?"

He frowned at me: "Can't you call me another way?"

Looking at his vivid appearance, I couldn't help laughing, and rushed to hug him.

The movement was sudden, and he fell on the grass all at once. His eyes were wide open in surprise, and I couldn't help reaching out to touch his eyelashes.

He yelled, "William Chen, you're dead again, get up, my clothes are wrinkled, bastard."

"I'll iron it for you, and I'll wash it for you." It's best if you're still alive.

"I don't need you! Get up, get up! You're so heavy, get up, bastard..." He continued to push me dumbfounded.

I stood up sullenly and stared at him dissatisfied.

He pursed his lips: "Why?"

"Do you love me or do you love clothes?"

"clothing."

"..."

"Damn it! Don't scratch me...haha...William, I was wrong, I was wrong...I love you the most, I love you the most...Don't make trouble hahaha...you bastard's clothes...do you think this clothes I can't come out hahaha..."

???

What clothes do I not recognize?

I looked at the clothes carefully, it was just an ordinary T-shirt with a fancy W printed on it.

After searching in my mind for a while, I remembered: "Mine?"

He couldn't breathe from laughing, and said weakly, "Get up soon...I...er...William...what's your expression?"

He swallowed.

what expression?

My person, wearing my clothes, of course I will only have the expression that a normal man should have.

His face began to flush, a process that was made all the more apparent by the fairness of his complexion.

He didn't push me anymore, and I didn't continue to deliberately press him down, let him hook my neck, tilted his head and blushed and smiled: "William."

"Ok?"

"When we get old, we can buy a small island and just live on it, okay?"

"Okay." I pressed his forehead, replied in a deep voice, and couldn't help but fantasize: "At that time, I will make you breakfast every day, take you to swim, paddle, and wait until you are too old to walk. , right there facing the sea, nestled together in a deck chair all day long."

"Keep your word?"

"Keep your word."

Words count... Words count...

The faint light makes the eyelids a little uncomfortable.

I opened a crack slightly, couldn't help closing my eyes again, and opened them again after a while.

There was no grass, no breeze, the sky was blue, and the morning sun hadn't quite risen yet.

It was sunrise again.

The arm feels a little... weird.

I didn't know when I lay down next to him, watched half of the quilt fall, and helped him cover it back in a hurry, and accidentally touched his hand, and the cool touch made me shudder.

I stared at him as if asking for proof, and took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chest rising and falling, and breathing.

However, halfway through this breath, I stopped abruptly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

I remained silent for three seconds, slowly squeezed out the air in my chest cavity, and took another breath unconsciously.

I looked at him, then looked down at myself, pulled out the hand he was holding, and covered my chest.

thump.thump.thump.

The person lying down moved his eyelashes slightly, blinking to adapt to the light, his vision was probably still blurry, and he grabbed my hand again.

I looked down at his hand covering it, feeling his slightly lower body temperature.

I clenched it subconsciously, and my fingertips touched his palm. The temperature there was slightly higher, which just contrasted with the temperature of my fingertips slightly lower than the palm.

He held my hand, sat up with the other hand supporting the back of the chair, and frowned again: "...It hurts so much."

I curled the corners of my lips.

It hurts...so good.

Feeling the temperature difference of the same hand, heartbeat, breathing, these... are all very good.

He looked at my smile and asked in confusion: "...what are you laughing at?"

He looked around, his eyes sparkling and he said endlessly: "The car you found in that town? You drove it yourself? You lied to me again... Aren't you so stupid that you can't even learn to drive? You ...?"

I squeezed his hand tightly.

"Fengfeng."

"Sunrise."

End.

instinct

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> for a moment.postscript

If death is also a part of life.

So the care for you exists in all parts of my life.

To know that I love you to the moment of life and death.

When caring for you becomes an instinct.

Even if I only have animal nature left.

The reason for writing this is weird.

I just suddenly remembered that I watched a British drama "Resurrection" before, and I couldn't watch it anymore, but I found that it was saved in the computer, so I decided to open it and take a look. It can't be deleted to save space.

It's also an interesting shift to think about.

Eschatology has always existed, especially the theme of zombies is more common. Under such a background theme, the focus is naturally on how people survive, how to survive like humans, maintain humanity, maintain rationality, and not be eroded by such an environment .

Needless to say, the popular American drama "TWD", WarmBodies and IntheFlesh are changing angles. They can be cured, perhaps because of the internal force of the former, or external force of the latter.

So I suddenly remembered a Hong Kong movie I watched back then, and the ending left a deep impression on my young heart.

It seems to be showing its age again.

The name is BioZombie. It should have been aired late at night on Beijing TV. After watching it, I was very sad, because at that time I still believed that the ending of it would be to escape from birth, but it turned out that two people managed to escape. Still turned into a zombie.

In fact, when I first wrote it, I thought that in the end, one of them should eat the other, and then live like a walking dead, and maybe one day it will be shot to death by humans.

Still, forget it.

I still believe in that sentence, people are not born without love, love is an instinct.

Since it's a WB meme, I can't logically give an absolutely safe boundary, at least, I still want them to be well.

So it had to be an open end.

There are still so many uncertainties in the future.

But you are alive, and so am I.

You see, the sun will still appear after the rain.

instinct. Fin.