Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

364

Inter-curtain recovery (1)

When the light appeared again in the darkness, I came to a different scene again.

The world that surrounds me is so dull, bright, and repetitive.

In this grotesque world, everything is like the continuation of the strange world that you arrived in a coma when you first used the power of chain judgment-the dusk of the fire, the quiet corridor, the park swaying in the wind Swings, stone caves under the slide, dark woods ... Six girls and I grew up in one scene.

I gradually realized that these scenes came from the same place. This is a small town where I do n’t know where it is on the map and it ’s hard to see outsiders. The children who live here are orphans. Zhenjiang and I, Seisei, Dorothy, Misaki, Bajing, and Masuo Six girls are of course no exception.

All the adults, facilities and business activities in the town are centered around the only orphanage orphanage, which is crazy. I ca n’t seem to understand it as a child, but now the child ’s body is an adult ’s. soul.

I think this is everything I have experienced. I spoke different words and made different actions in the scene at the time, but these words and actions did not have a "compulsion". I did it for granted, and then became "the past" there.

In this scene scene, I occasionally think, is this the "Gaochuan Memory" stored in a special factor? However, even though I have not yet made preparations to accept it, it still becomes a part of "I"-now Gaochuan. It's like recalling the past that you once forgot, there is no trace of rigidity, nor the feeling of being imposed.

Life in a small town is not always so peaceful. Orphanages and adults serving orphanages can sometimes be scary. This fear is rooted in some kind of change hidden in daily life. Unconsciously, everything started to change. I ca n’t remember when the change started. Many children and even adults were asked to check their bodies regularly.

An anxiety spread in the town, even the orphanage was affected, and the number of children who were punished for no reason was rapidly increasing. Not only me and Zhenjiang, but also other children began to resist going out. It seemed that only staying in the room would protect them from those innocent disasters.

Occasionally, when you have to go out, in the park, in the forest, in a hidden house with an occasional corner, in a room with white walls, you will see many people who cannot see clearly, sometimes even their stature They were all as blurry as shadows, only they felt very bloated and dangling in the air with strange things.

During this time, other children and I could always hear terrifying roars and human screams, but we could not see half of the figure.

The transition speed of the scene began to accelerate, and then every time I blinked, the surroundings have changed. When the scene stabilized again, I got together again with the six girls, and the girl named Zhenjiang gave me a girl with a first-love relationship, lying on a bed with bandages all over her body. The dying look—I know, she was seriously ill, and her whole body was burned.

Many days ago, she couldn't even hear our words. She always stared at us with a frantic line of sight, which made people feel chilly and murmured in the mouth that no one could understand, just like being The devil is the same. At the beginning of the illness, the doctors thought that it was only a cold, but the medicines prescribed were all ineffective, and we still wanted to take her to the hospital, but she was always stubbornly refused by her, and would rather just lie in bed and suffer the illness. . At that time, the adults in the town, especially the doctors, were in a hysterical state. During the period, there were rumors that children were tortured and violated, which made the children very afraid of being with adults, even with their own small groups. Human contact, we are no exception.

Under the fear of outsiders and the stubbornness of Zhen Jiang, we witnessed the deterioration of Zhen Jiang's condition every day.

Every time I meet Zhenjiang, there is a gloomy, depressing, suffocating thing in the room. At first, I and other girls could talk to her about daily life, make some jokes, and comfort her, they will get better, but then, no one can speak in such an atmosphere, and gradually, even meeting with Zhenjiang has changed. It became a painful thing.

I sometimes want to take Zhenjiang to the hospital in desperation, but the unimaginable pressure prevents me from changing it. This invisible pressure comes from Zhenjiang itself, from the increasingly serious environment, from the fragility of his heart-I am not sure, take Zhenjiang to the hospital, and let her live alone in those pale wards that have produced countless horrible rumors. Here, is it a good idea.

I consulted with other girls, but everyone was also unable to make a choice. In this difficult day, Zhenjiang's time came to an end.

Now that she is dying, we all feel extremely sad.

The heavy, suffocating breath still surrounds this room, which makes us produce more complex emotions. These incomprehensible emotions leave us blank, just staring at Zhenjiang lying in bed. A breath of breath, every ups and downs in the chest, are pulling our hearts.

However, this near-death state continued for a long time, and during this time, something terrible happened that we could not understand.

When Zhen Jiang was slightly awake, the other five girls left, leaving me alone. She hasn't said such a thing that everyone can understand for a long time. Her voice surprised us all. The hoarse voice is full of gloom, as if it did not come from humans.

Her eyes didn't seem to see anything, so she didn't notice that the girls who pretended to leave were quietly peeping through the door to see everything in the room.

"I'm going to die, Achuan," she said.

I didn't speak, just nodded. I don't know if she can see it, but I hope she can't see it.

"This is a terrible disease." Zhen Jiang continued: "It's contagious. You have stayed with me for too long."

I think I know what infection means, but even when I saw Zhen Jiang's serious illness, I didn't have much fear in my heart. It seemed that I became the same as her and then died. It was not unacceptable.

"I know, you are not afraid." Zhen Jiang said: "But they are all afraid. Nevertheless, I still hope you and them can live, you are my only relatives."

I still didn't speak, just held her trembling hand tightly. When I held that hand, a burning and sticky sensation came from my skin and seemed to melt me ​​and her together.

"I want to make the serum of this virus so that everyone can live." Zhen Jiang said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked. I understand what is serum.

"Drink my blood, Achuan." She said: "These blood will be absorbed by your body. If you can survive, you may produce antibodies. Then, use your blood to make serum and inject them."

"Protect them from harm and grievances," she said naggingly. "Drink my blood, and my blood will become a part of your body. Use the serum made of your blood to inject them. In this way, we In each other's bodies, they will never leave. "

"I like you so much, Achuan." She said: "I want to continue to live." She seemed to cry: "I don't want to die like this, I'm so scared, Achuan, I'm so scared."

I held her tightly in my arms.

"Kill me, Achuan, kill me now." She said incoherently, "otherwise I will hurt you, I will kill you."

I just hugged her tightly in my arms as if to rub her body into my body, and hugged her tightly.

"I won't die. I will drink your blood so that you will continue to live in my body." I can't think anymore, just saying things that I don't even believe. However, I hope so in my heart-I don't want her to die, I don't want to see her again, even the most absurd statement, I want to believe it.

So, on this day, in the gaze of the five girls outside the door, I drank the blood of Zhen Jiang.

After that, every day I enter Zhenjiang's room and drink her blood. The other girls stared at me with an uneasy gaze, and gazed at Zhenjiang's room with the same gaze, but soon, what they showed became silent like themselves, and they never entered Zhenjiang again. s room. But I know that whenever I go in, they are watching.

Although I feel that they are afraid, I feel that it is not just that. Some things are brewing in places where I ca n’t see them. Although they never contacted Zhenjiang where I noticed them, I feel They must have been to Zhenjiang's room before I noticed. I do n’t quite understand what happened to them, I just think it ’s a girl ’s secret, and I just do what I think I should do.

Zhen Jiang, who seemed to be dying at any time, persisted for two weeks with incredible perseverance.

Every time the scene lights up, I appear in Zhen Jiang's room and drink her blood. I began to feel that I was eating her—to eat what I loved, to eat rot, and to eat death. This kind of self was like a crow. I feel that some kind of change is happening in my body, which makes me suffer and suffer. Maybe the virus is eroding the body, I think so, but I am happy with this change. At first, I felt that I could persevere until I produced antibodies and extracted serum. However, gradually, I began to feel that Zhenjiang existed in my body, which is why I was happy. I began to panic about this idea, because it was so abnormal.

Such emotions of joy and fear still haunt me after the scene is over. I no longer think that Zhen Jiang is so ugly in the scene, and is saddened by the decay and melting, because--

She is in my body.

I seem to hear that, yes, she whispered to me in my head in no one's corner or in a trance.

I don't know when I will enter Zhenjiang's room anymore. I think that there was only a body abandoned by her.

This thought made me happy for a while, but then there was an unstoppable sorrow. Later, the sadness was gone, but when I looked in the mirror, I still shed tears inexplicably.

"Zhenjiang will not die." I said to the other girls, "You will be fine, and I will be able to make serum soon."

In addition to the color and Dorothy, Misaki, Bajing and Marceau all showed puzzling expressions, and they seemed unable to understand my statement.

"She ..." Dorothy said half, paused, glanced at Zhenjiang's room with a somber face, "I'm going to kill her, she's going to become a monster, she'll kill us, she's already Killed a lot of people! "

"How can you say such a thing!" I looked at her in surprise, but thought that Zhen Jiang once let me kill her, because I would kill us. It is difficult to imagine this kind of scene by words alone, and I ca n’t imagine the scene where Zhenjiang killed us one by one. She cares and loves us like our elder sister, and we also look forward to wearing her. We There are no blood relatives, but we are the closest to each other.

We have always believed that the seven people are actually one, and this relationship will last forever to the end of the world. It's not difficult to explain why I was shocked to hear that Zhenjiang and Dorothy wanted to kill each other.

But that was Zhen Jiang's wish. Although she was full of fear at the time, I could see that she really wanted me to do this. I know that the uneasiness in her heart drives her to try to protect us in this way. Perhaps Zhenjiang said the same to them.

Dorothy didn't answer, just stared at me with an eye for my opinion.

"Zhen Jiang is no longer in that room." I don't know why, I said this. Every time I see that room, it suffocates me, even though I don't go in anymore. It's hard to recall that when I saw Zhenjiang for the last time. She was completely comatose, and the bandage seemed to melt, and the deformed curve made the bandage loose, revealing disgusting tissue that exuded yellow water. Only a slight expansion can prove that she is still alive. However, there is probably only a body alive there. I think the real Zhenjiang is no longer in that body.

Even so, that body is so painful ...

So I said to them, "Do whatever you want."

After I said this, Dorothy hurriedly took the other girls away.

After another scene.

The heat is rising, baking my hair and skin, making me feel thirsty. There is also a choking smell and a crackling crackling sound. Someone was crying and crying outside, and they couldn't hear what they were talking about, just knowing that they were running, messy and panicked.

My consciousness woke up in no time, and soon understood what was going on from the movements around me

There was a fire.

After a while, heavy footsteps sounded towards this side, and the door was opened.

"Achuan, get up soon, Zhenjiang, sister Zhenjiang ..." The person came with a childish voice, crying in horror while crying, it was Misaki.

Sakuya yelled at me, but what she said in the end was not as clear as before. The only thing that was clearer was the name "Zhenjiang".

My body suddenly felt extreme discomfort, not just pain, but a lot of uncomfortable conditions suddenly appeared. My right eyelid is constantly beating, and I have to keep my eyes closed. My right hand doesn't listen to me, so I don't worry about Misaki being aware, so I put my right hand behind my back. My internal organs seem to be twisted together, and my legs have no strength.

A fire was burning in my body.

This state is not strange, I know that the virus in the body has broken out. While in a trance, I seemed to hear Zhenjiang calling my name again.

"You go first, I will keep up quickly." Seeing that the burning is getting fiercer, I have to say that.

It is dangerous to stay, I ca n’t move, it will become her drag, at least let her leave quickly. But Sakuya insisted on pulling my left hand and seemed to pull me out. At this moment, another five girls appeared in the corridor leading to the outside, and the color was held up by Bajing and Marceau.

Dorothy's face was bloodied and her expression was distorted. She was wearing pajamas and she had a **** electrician's knife in her hand.

They just stared at the controversial Gao Chuan and Saki Ye. The flames began to climb up the ceiling and gradually engulfed the walls on both sides. The deeper room suddenly exploded ~ www.readwn.com ~ The broken door was smashed with black smoke on the ground. The situation is so critical, but the girls and I stayed in the hallway for a while, because, perhaps more than I heard it, a familiar voice called our name. The sound of crumbling through the house is like whispering in the ear.

It was Zhenjiang's voice that came from the building. I was surprised, why is it her? How could she still move and still make such a clear voice?

Just then, there was a screaming scream from the stairway of the hallway, and the figure on fire fell from above. I looked over there and saw clearly in the blazing fire. It was an adult, his hands were cut off from his elbows, and he struggled while weeping and crawled towards us like a ghost.

Sakuya grabbed my hand harder, and she seemed so nervous that she shattered my hand. Then, footsteps came from above the stairs.

Don't panic and hurry, step by step.

The severed hands of the grown-up adults seemed to hear the sound of urging, and the struggle and hissing became more intense.

In the breathing room, people have not yet appeared, and the fiery red dress first showed a corner on the stairs.