poor house

The stench made the rats sprinting past under their feet unable to avoid it.

So hungry.

The man walking crookedly muttered something unconsciously, his chaotic eyeballs were like black glass beads covered in mist.He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know why he was walking here. He only knew that he was very hungry, very hungry, and wanted to eat.

The smell of blood in the air made him stop abruptly. Although he couldn't see or hear clearly, he could feel his sense of smell getting more sensitive day by day.Carefully distinguishing the direction from which the smell came, the steps under his feet became more and more rapid, and the feeling of emptiness in his stomach became stronger.

Hungry, very hungry, really hungry.

Stumbling all the way to the halfway up the mountain, he followed the smell of blood and walked all the way down, finally vaguely seeing the person lying on the road.

"Help—help—" It seemed that the coachman fell from the mountain while driving the carriage, and the gurgling blood had already flowed into a pool of blood under him.Seeing the man walking this way, the driver thought he was a beggar in a daze, and shouted with all his strength, "This little brother—help me——"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out from the emergency room. The scalding temperature and strong smell of blood strongly stimulated the man's nerves and taste buds. But it made him stop in place.

"Help—help—" He stretched out his arms and swayed towards the man. The driver's blurred vision couldn't make out who was standing in front of him. "Help--"

Looking down at the bloody palm tightly grabbing his leg, the man could even feel the temperature of his life, burning his cold body like a flame.Although his stomach was screaming and protesting, he just squatted down slowly, wanting to take a good look at the person in front of him.

"Save—" he let go of his hand and wanted to grab the man's hand, but the coachman screamed in shock after seeing the person in front of him, "Zombie, zombie!!"

Grabbing the coachman's arm that was struggling desperately, the man felt the power coming from the pulsating blood vessels, and put the other hand on his own wrist with some doubts.

Why didn't I feel like this, why didn't I feel anything except being hungry.

"Zombie, zombie—" not daring to look directly at the blood-stained man in front of him, the driver could only shout with all his strength, "Zombie—"

"—Zombie—zombie." Subconsciously imitating the driver's words, the man looked at the driver who seemed to be dying expressionlessly, "Zombie—"

"Let me go, I don't eat well, I have a wife and children at home—" It seemed that the zombie could not speak, and the driver subconsciously begged for mercy while crying, "Please don't eat me—— "

"Eat—" He stared blankly at the coachman whose face was covered with tears and blood, the man stretched out his hand to poke his face, but froze when he touched the tears in that hand.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die—"

Why does this sentence sound so familiar, and why does the touch of the hand feel so familiar?Letting go of the coachman who was almost scared to death, the man stood up on his own, turned around and looked at the mountain path he had walked all the way, but he still didn't know where it was.

Why did I become a zombie, why did I become a zombie? !

The thoughts that suddenly rushed into his mind made him roar uncontrollably, and the coachman finally passed out amidst the beast-like roar.Hearing the dull voice, the man turned around, stared fixedly at the coachman who fell on the ground, suppressed the hunger that wanted to tear him apart, clenched his fists and walked towards the direction he came from.

The person is not dead and cannot be eaten.

His legs were not in control and he led the man to the place where there was more blood, but when he stood at the entrance of the village, he saw more fear in the eyes staring at him.He stood there in a daze, looking at the child who fell not far from him, the smell of blood came from him.It seemed that he accidentally broke his knee while chasing with his friends, and the little boy who fell to the ground was crying, not even noticing the man standing behind him.

"Oh my god, it's really a zombie—"

"Run, zombies have entered the village—"

"My child, my child!"

"Fire, light up quickly, zombies are afraid of fire!"

The chaotic and noisy voices made the man's still somewhat chaotic brain unable to distinguish the specific meaning. He quietly looked at the crying little boy lying on the ground. His taste was actually more attractive than all the blood he had eaten.Just smelling it from such a distance was enough to make his hungry stomach even more anxious.

"Run, kid! There are zombies behind you!" The panicked villagers screamed but did not dare to approach. The child who fell on the ground seemed to be only three or four years old, and could not understand what the adults said about the zombies. , just looked back while weeping.

Staring fixedly at the blood slowly flowing from his knee, the man swallowed the surging saliva with difficulty, trying his best to tell himself not to eat a living person.

Can not eat a living person.It is because he has never eaten a living person that he can continue to survive in this form.You can't eat a living person, you can't—

"Uncle, hug—" The teary-eyed little boy only thought that the man was a beggar, and subconsciously wanted him to hug him. "Leg pain..."

"Hug—" imitating the little boy's words in a daze, the man saw that the fleshy child stretched out his hand to him, and made a gesture of wanting to hug him.

"Son, my child—"

The shrill cries from the crowd made the man suddenly upset, his stiff body took two steps forward amidst the villagers' exclamation, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch the child's soft fingertips.

"Giggle~" poked the man's hard and even dirty hands, but the child broke into tears and laughed, "Uncle's hands are dirty, shame~"

Looking blankly at the child in front of him who was laughing heartily at him, the man didn't even know why, but for a moment he forgot the roar coming from his stomach.The vitality emanating from this child is so strong that it seems to give life to the whole world.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to hug the child, but was frightened by the torch that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and took a few steps back. The villagers with sharp eyes and quick hands hugged the child on the ground and ran back, leaving a few young and strong The male villager kept waving the torch.

Looking at the exuberant fire in front of him blankly, the man didn't feel scared, but felt inexplicably sad and wanted to cry.Looking at the little boy who has been carried back to his mother from a distance, the man always feels that he seems to have lost a chance to be reborn.

A chance to be human again.

"Ah—ah——" Not knowing how to snatch the child back, the man anxiously stretched out his hand to avoid the villagers who were waving torches, but they mercilessly hit him with torches. Hitting the body that had been stiff and cold for a long time.

"Uncle——" watching the man from a distance being gradually pushed back by the villagers with torches, the little boy was still smiling ignorantly. "uncle--"

"Hey, that's not some uncle, that's a zombie! It can eat people!" The mother holding the child was full of tears of lost and recovered, and firmly grabbed the child's hand that was trying to break free, "He will eat you!"

"No—" He wanted to express his thoughts eagerly, but the man couldn't speak complete words, and could only be forced by the villagers to retreat further and further away.You can't eat a living person, and you can't harm a living person.Waiting desperately for the villagers who were still waving torches in front of them, this was the only thought left in the man's mind, but I didn't want to give up that child, that was the only chance——

"Ah! Zombies are eating people!" Frightened by the man who jumped up suddenly, they all threw away their torches and ran away, and the people who retreated to the village saw the flaming flames that fell on the ground temporarily blocked the man's footsteps, and hurried The access to the village is blocked with fences and fences.

Looking at the child taken away by the mother through the firelight, the man felt hungry again.Why can't you eat the living, why can't you kill the living, anyway, they will die sooner or later, why can't you let yourself eat them——

There was no last gleam of clarity in the eyes that gradually turned blood red, and the man was looking straight at that

Huoguang walked away, only the bloodthirsty nature remained on his expressionless face.

I am so hungry.so hungry.

I'm really hungry.

Turning over and slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Qiling touched his growling stomach, feeling such a real sense of hunger for the first time.He took out his phone and checked the time, it was almost evening.I have slept for such a long time, and I dreamed again.

Lifting the quilt and standing up, Zhang Qiling picked up the water on the table and drank it, but he always felt that there was a faint fishy sweetness in the water.It's like the taste that I tasted in Wu Xie's body not long ago.

Subconsciously pressing the chest, the steady beating of the heart made Zhang Qiling's frown slightly relaxed.Now that I am an ordinary person, how could I want to be bloodthirsty again for no reason.And as early as a long time ago, Zhang Qiling no longer lived on these.

Opening the door and going downstairs, Wang Meng, who came out of the kitchen with dinner, looked up at Zhang Qiling, who was pale, and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Nodding, Zhang Qiling sat at the table