my doomsday wish list

Chapter 1 Wake Up
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A drop of rain fell from the sky, passed through the tall buildings, and dripped on the young man's forehead, creating a circle of coldness.

The coldness brought a trace of clarity and awakened the comatose teenager.

"Well"

Zheng Xun's eyelids trembled slightly, and with this drop of clarity, he slowly opened his eyes.

In a few breaths, he gradually regained his cognition, and was extremely confused by the scene in front of him.

At this moment, he was slumped on the public seat by the side of the road, the left half of his body was sore from the wooden horizontal bars, and the entire left arm under him was so numb that he lost consciousness.

How could he be unconscious on the street?

Before he could figure out the situation, an inexplicable colic hit his brain.

The brain seemed to have been soaked in wine all night, it was swollen, sore, and painful.

The pain was unbearable, so he had no choice but to raise his head to meet more icy rain and relieve the throbbing pain of the brain nerves.

The raindrops gradually gathered into a curtain, soaking the ends of his hair and his angular face, and moistening his dry and peeled lips.

Finally got a moment to breathe.

He stood up and sat up, clasped his hands with ten fingers, then took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to check the time.

Seoul, Bingang-dong-ro, 10:58 am, Tuesday, June 6.

Zheng Xun felt unbelievable after being in a coma on the street for a day and a night. This kind of thing had never happened before.

Cough cough cough. He coughed several times, his throat was hoarse and hard to swallow.

Zheng Xun raised his left arm and saw a bruise on the elbow and wrist, with fine and dense pinholes in the middle.

"Did the fainting occur due to side effects from the clinical drug trial?"

Judging from the time when he fainted, he just finished a clinical trial in an international biomedical organization and injected a few injections.

On the way back to the apartment, I suddenly felt dizzy, so I sat on a bench by the roadside and planned to rest for a while. Who knew I fell asleep and woke up a day and night later.

Zheng Xun is studying abroad in Seoul, South Korea, and is in the second grade of Bindong Junior High School. This junior high school does not open accommodation to international students.

In order to pay high tuition fees, board and lodging fees, Zheng Xun also accepted paid clinical drug trials in addition to part-time jobs. In Seoul, this may be recognized as one of the fastest and most profitable ways for students.

Suddenly, some pictures flashed through Zheng Xun's mind, which were things he saw and heard vaguely while he was in a coma.

He endured the pain like splitting his head, trying to recall, it seemed that there were two girls squatting beside the chair, sniffing their faces, and discussing something.

"Is he drunk, but he doesn't seem to smell alcohol, should he call the police?"

"It looks so handsome, let me see Oppa's name."

The girl reached into his pocket to search, and found out the residence permit and the clinical trial report.

"Tch, it turns out he's a trash kid from the Middle Ages, and he's so poor that he's dying, bad luck."

The girl threw down her ID and just stood up when she was suddenly knocked down by an attacking figure, followed by a shrill scream.

As for what happened afterwards, Zheng Xun didn't remember at all.

These memories are very vague. It may be the actions of the two girls at that time that allowed him to regain some consciousness, and soon fell into coma again.

Zheng Xun noticed the document that fell on the ground, bent down and picked it up again.

There were some crimson dots splashed on the snow-white paper of the document.

Blood stains?
Zheng Xun felt more and more strange and quickly raised his head and looked around.

The Jiangnan District Commercial Pedestrian Street, which was bustling day and night, is now so quiet that there is only the sound of raindrops.

Under the rain curtain, the shops on both sides of the forest were empty, with only scattered passers-by standing motionless.

Even though it's a Tuesday morning, there should never be a shortage of people here.

International brands such as Hermès, Dior, and Louis Vuitton attract wealthy people from South Korea and even the world to come here for shopping.

A strange aura filled the streets, and he had to first figure out what happened during the day and night he was in a coma.

Zheng Xun glanced around and saw a lady in a pink skirt standing not far ahead.

He folded the ID, put it in his pocket, stood up and walked towards the other party.

As the pace gradually approached, Zheng Xun inexplicably had a bad premonition in his heart when he saw the slightly weird back of the lady in the pink skirt.

The opponent's standing posture is quite weird, not standing like a normal human being.

She nodded and lowered her head slightly, her short red hair fell down to her shoulders, her pink dress showed her fragrant shoulders, the skirt tightly wrapped her round buttocks, and her manicured hands hung softly on her sides.

Although she looks like a hot and fashionable beauty from behind, she looks weak and stands motionless in the rain, which is really puzzling.

After Zheng Xun approached, he asked softly, "Hi, excuse me."

The lady in the pink skirt didn't seem to hear it, and still turned her back to him, motionless.

Zheng Xun had no choice but to stretch out his hand, avoiding the exposed skin of the other party, and patted the other party's arm tentatively.

The fingertips touch the wet sweater, which feels cold to the touch, but the unique softness of women's skin is revealed under the sweater.

"Hello?"

Probably after hearing Zheng Xun's question, the lady in the pink skirt slowly turned around, revealing her true face.

When Zheng Xun saw the beauty's true appearance, he immediately gasped and took two steps back unconsciously.

"Fuck"

I saw a tear in the other party's pink dress, and a sore hole in his stomach, bloody and bloody, as if he had been bitten by a wild beast.

Most of her pretty body was exposed, and black meridians protruded from her snowy neck, extending all the way to her pretty face.

Black blood vessels gathered around the eyes, the eye sockets were bloodshot, the brown pupils were slack, the eyes were cloudy and dull, and the complexion was even darker and paler.

The most intrusive thing is that the other party's lips are bright red, and the corners of the lips are still covered with residues of flesh tissue.

The whole person looks like a zombie.

Did this disturb the female zombie? Although Zheng Xun found it difficult to accept the sight before him, he still held his breath and remained motionless.

Can he still stand unharmed after being injured like this?

Although he was perplexed, he didn't dare to make unnecessary movements, he could only be careful not to cause the lady in the pink skirt to burst into a rage.

But the other party seemed to be invisible at all, just like a blind man, his blood-red and muddy eyes were erratic, leaving only a lifeless look.

After a moment, Zheng Xun dared to wave his hand to confirm whether the other party could really see him.

After confirming, he breathed a sigh of relief, the other party was indeed no different from a blind person.

It's not going to be a movie, is it?
Zheng Xun looked around again, and found that the scattered passers-by on the street were all like the lady in the pink skirt, standing in place and behaving strangely.

But he couldn't find anything like a camera crew at all, and he didn't even see a camera. Moreover, the terrifying appearance of the female zombie in front of him didn't look like makeup at all.

"After all, no actor would really dedicate himself to this level in order to make a movie."

It can be seen that the other party is stunned, but it is really difficult to equate it with the bloodthirsty zombies in the movie.

It stands to reason that the zombie's first reaction when seeing a person should be to roar and attack without hesitation, and attract more zombies around.

Looking around again and again, in this unavoidable terrain, Zheng Xun felt that he was not at all sure that he could survive the siege of the surrounding zombies.

Have zombies lost their attacking activity and no longer attack living people?

With limited information, he was unable to make a confident judgment.

"No matter what, at least you must first confirm that the lady in front of you is really dead."

Zheng Xun put on a posture of fleeing at any time, took out the student ID card in his trouser pocket, and threw it at the face of Ms. Fenqun.

Snapped.
The student ID card hit the female zombie's face and fell to the ground.

The female zombie was motionless, her cloudy eyes were wandering, and she could not see the living person in front of her at all.

"Really no response?"

Zheng Xun, a living man, saw that the other party was still silent, his mood calmed down a little, and his doubts gradually increased.

"Could it be that the zombies are disguising?"

"Pretend not to see it and wait for unwary passers-by to approach."

"Wait for someone to relax their guard, and then make a sneak attack from behind?"

Zheng Xun didn't dare to risk his life to test it, so he took off his coat, wrapped it around his right hand, and exposed five fingers.

Next, he will do a dangerous test to confirm whether the other party is alive or dead.

He cautiously walked around behind the lady in the pink skirt, stretched out his hand wrapped in the clothes, and touched Wu Bai's neck.

There was a chill on the skin.

Not like a person born with a low temperature, but as cold as iron.

The neck pulse didn't show any signs of throbbing either.

Half a minute later, Zheng Xun withdrew his hand.

He wanted to make further confirmation and check the other party's breath.

This action has a certain risk factor, and you need to put your fingers in front of the opponent's mouth and nose.

Zheng Xun could only walk closer, close to the other person's back, and while carefully observing his reaction, he slowly extended his fingers to his mouth and nose.

Breathing stopped.

"It seems that it is indeed a living dead."

There is no vital sign, but he can still stand here calmly and shake his head. This is the only answer Zheng Xun can think of.

What about the heartbeat?

Even after repeated confirmation, he felt that it was still necessary to check the most important energy-supplying organ of the human body—the heart.

Zheng Xun's eyes slid down from behind.

A bold move was made.

After pondering for a moment.
It won't be the real zombie apocalypse, will it?

(End of this chapter)