GT Virus Evolutionary

   late at night

  Yang Qun quietly leaned against the wall, making “gurgling” sounds in his stomach. The signal of hunger spread all over the body. Looking at the pile of rotten food in front of the refrigerator, Yang Qun swallowed and spit. Could it be that you really want to eat these things?

  The electricity in the building has not been cut off. Perhaps the power plant in the suburbs is still working. In a few days, it may still be the case.

  The previous hustle and bustle of the city is gone, and in the night, only silence remains. Once the city was green and red, and the night was like day. But now, from house to house, no one dares to turn on the light in the dark. No family dared to speak loudly in the dark.

  Occasionally, there were a few roars, which made the night even more terrifying. Those "monsters" dragged their filthy bodies and wandered around the community, sometimes knocking off some objects or crashing into cars. Make a sound that makes people worry.

   "Guru, Guru." The feeling of hunger made Yang Qun feel weak. It seems that all the cells in his body are protesting against him. His stomach is already a little numb. But he could still feel the deep hunger.

   But compared to hunger, fear filled Yang Qun's body even more. What's wrong with myself? What happened to those monsters? What happened to humans now?

Why? It's because of the black rain! But why didn't he, who was caught in the black rain, become such a terrifying monster!

why! Why did I suddenly seem to be a different person, and my body became so strong?

  Despair, fear, death. Permeated the night sky.

  Humans, the intelligent creatures that once stood at the top of the food chain, have finally tried these feelings again today.

  It's dawn.

  The first ray of sunlight reflected on Yang Qun's body through the window, causing Yang Qun to open his eyes with some difficulty, blocking the dazzling sunlight with his hands. I didn't know when I fell asleep last night.

  Yang Qun stood up with support, the feeling of weakness has spread all over his body, and he had to eat something.

  Yang Qun looked at the smelly food in front of the refrigerator again.

no solution anymore!

  Yang Qun pinched his nose, picked up the piece of cake that still occupied the flies, rubbed it with his hands to drive the flies away, and then broke the top layer and threw it away. The nausea is reduced a lot.

   "Ah..." An unimaginable rotten smell filled his mouth, Yang Qunqiang resisted vomiting and swallowed the cake.

water! water!

  Yang Qun picked up the large kettle on the table and swallowed frantically.

   "Cough cough cough cough!" He drank too hard and choked Yang Qun fiercely, but the nausea dissipated a lot.

  Maybe the reason for the sweetness of the cake. After eating this big piece of cake, he feels better.

  No...I can’t go on like this...

  As this continued, I starved to death before being beaten to death by the "patient" below. You can eat these smelly foods today and tomorrow,

  What about the day after tomorrow, how about the day after tomorrow? What about one month later?

How to do?

  Yang Qun made a crazy decision.

  He decided, go downstairs!

  Yes, he decided to face these monsters and go downstairs! !

noon.

  The sound of crackling and turning over cabinets came from the room. It was Yang Qun who was tossing the things in the house.

  What is this...Leather boots...No need...

  This is...the school bag used to go to school...

  This is...ah...this is a large section of thick steel bars stolen from the construction site during a fight with people at the university.

  At that time, I was in good health, and I was still recruiting special students for sports. But since he stopped exercising, he was crazy about getting lucky and eventually became a big fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms.

  This stuff can come in handy. The rusty steel rod was covered with a thick layer of newspaper. This was a "handle" made by himself at the time. Yang Qun modified it again, and a rag wrapped the bottom so that he could hold it easily.

  Pour out the textbooks in the schoolbag that have not been read for a long time, and then take the kitchen knife in the kitchen.

  Finally, I filled a few bottles of boiled water with the plastic bottles I still in the trash can, and put them in my school bag.

  Yang Qun is considered "fully armed". This is all his equipment.

  Getting everything ready, Yang Qun took out a white bed sheet and wrote a few big words on it with ink.

   "I'm going out"

  Yang Qun put the words in front of his window.

  After a while, many people in the opposite building saw it and responded.

   "No, it's dangerous!"

"Danger!"

   "You will die!"

   "I want to go out too!"

   "Don't go out!"

  A variety of "writing boards" appeared in front of the window. Most of them persuaded themselves not to go out, and they were all frightened by the zombies. There is only one person, and it is written that I want to go out.

   "At two o'clock in the afternoon, I will go out!" Yang Qun finally wrote a few large characters and placed them on the window. Everyone began to communicate.

  Some people think that hiding at home and waiting for the army is the best choice.

  Some people think that they should go out, and sooner or later the food will be eaten at home.

  But in the end, no one had the courage to go out with Yang Qun.

  A feeling of loneliness appeared in Yang Qun’s heart, although some of them had the same ideas as themselves, and wanted to go out! But no one dared to take actual action. They were unwilling to fight hard until the food was finished.

  Is only oneself? This feeling of loneliness and helplessness slowly flooded into Yang Qun's heart.

  Just like many years ago, in order to go to university, I came to this strange city alone to start living. So lonely.

  But in college, I met a lot of classmates, made a few brothers in the dormitory, and fell in love with the beautiful class flowers.

  And now, no one wants to be with himself anymore.

   2 pm.

  In the end, only oneself will leave the room. They also hung up some writing boards that expressed concern for themselves, to persuade them not to think about it.

  But Yang Qun has made up his mind, waiting for rescue? Is there really a rescue? Even the TV station...has no signal! Yang Qun believes that not only his own community, but also other places are the same. Even if there was rescue, he would have starved to death long ago.

   made up his mind, and finally glanced at the people on the opposite building who kindly discouraged him. Yang Qun resolutely walked to the door!

I! want to go out! !

  This is also one of my ambitions in this life. Fortunately, it will be realized soon!

  It is good to be ambitious, but you must be cautious in doing things. Since being overshadowed by one of his "brothers" in college, he changed his ostentatious temper. That time, he lay in the hospital for three months.

  Yang Qun holds the heavy steel bars. He picked up the heavy stuff back then, but now it feels easy to hold it in his hand! It's like a children's toy. Is this the benefit that Black Rain brings to you?

   "Squeak." Some old door opened a gap, and from the gap Yang Qun saw the narrow space outside. The economics of the people living here are not very good, and the corridors are also unusually narrow, which can only be enough for two people to walk side by side.

  Nobody...the empty corridor is covered with a thin layer of dust, and there is no ghost.

  Yang Qun walked out on tiptoe and printed shoe prints in the dust with his toes.

  Fortunately...no one on the second floor...

   "Huh..." Yang Qun exhaled a breath of relief.

  Yang Qun moved slowly, the steel bars in his palms gave him a trace of courage. The tense sweat made the rag on the steel bar look a little wet.

  The next level...you can go out...

  The gate is right in front of you. When you walk out of this building, the community is outside. If you don’t pay attention, you can run out of the community. Then if you run into the supermarket at the gate of the community...you can get enough food and water.

  The idea is good, the ideal is full, but the reality is always so unsatisfactory.

   At the corner at the bottom of the corridor, a figure covered in blood gradually entered Yang Qun's eyes. The blood on its body has dried up... the pale yellow mucus occasionally drips on the hands stained with black blood. The hungry zombies occasionally roared harshly and kept walking back and forth in the corridor. Very unlucky, this is a...

  Complete zombies!!!