Garma has been hiding in a crevice of the city’s underground drainage network for a long time.

He wasn't sure if two hours or five hours had passed; all he knew was that he could temporarily escape the man-eating monsters here.

Garma didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

Not long after lunch, my wife, who was bedridden, suddenly stood up and made a hoarse sound that was hard to understand.

Their son, Becca, was the only one to survive after Garma and his wife had laid more than fifty eggs over several years.

The couple usually dotes on their son, and Becca is very sensible.

Seeing his mother get out of bed, he thought she was going to eat, so he ran over excitedly, intending to lead his mother to the center of the nest to eat.

The houses of the Blue Star people are mostly circular in structure. Apart from an outdoor storage room, the rest are not divided into individual rooms, resembling a warm, circular nest, with the bed, table, chairs, and stove all in one space.

Whether it's a detached house for the wealthy or a multi-story nest house for ordinary people, they are all roughly the same.

Garma sat on the stool, swallowed a mouthful of fruit, and prepared to get up and help his wife.

But then he saw his wife tackle their son Becca with an agility and strength unbecoming of a patient.

He opened his mouth and bit down hard on his son, tearing at his flesh.

"ah...."

"Mommy...it hurts so much...I'm Becca..."

The sudden scream of her son made Garma react immediately, and she got up to save her son.

Instead of stepping forward to separate them, Garma instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

He picked up a stool and swung it at his beloved wife, who easily dodged it.

Only then did he finally see his wife's face clearly.

His facial muscles looked particularly ferocious, and his eyes were filled with blood.

In the morning, he did hear from his neighbors that one of their patients had a frightening look in his eyes, and he wondered if his condition had worsened.

However, Garma's own wife kept her eyes closed and didn't notice anything.

The Blue Star people value family ties very much, and even when the government's medical advice was to isolate patients, not many Blue Star people responded.

On the one hand, they didn't want to, and on the other hand, medical institutions had initially determined that the patient might not be a potential respiratory carrier.

The government issued additional quarantine guidelines simply because medical care is not advanced enough.

Garma watched with some fear as his "wife" seemed to have regained her animal instincts, perched on the wall and cautiously pointing at her with a stool.

She bent down to check on her son.

When Garma looked down, he was startled.

It wasn't because her son's injuries were severe, but because his eyes were slowly turning red.

Garma could clearly see that her son's eyeballs were becoming bloodshot at a visible rate.

The son Becca's painful groans stopped a few seconds ago, though he still occasionally twitches.

His gaze didn't wander elsewhere; it was fixed on Garma.

This filled Garma with deep fear.

The "wife" on the wall—no, she's no longer his wife; it should be said that thing on the wall.

The thing gripped the wall with its limbs as if it were walking on flat ground, and its tail swung back and forth behind it.

It was staring at him with its red eyes.

This isn't a blue-haired human; it's clearly a wild beast!

The sounds outside suddenly became chaotic, with various cries and screams becoming increasingly frequent.

Garma had no idea what was happening outside. She looked at the thing on the wall, then at her son whose eyes were becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

He decided to escape from the nest.

"ah...."

A sharp scream rang out not far from its own nest, instantly attracting the attention of the monster inside.

Garma seized the opportunity to throw the stool at something on the wall, then rushed to the door, opened it, and ran out.

Even after he got outside, he made sure to lock the door from the inside.

But when Garma turned around, the sadness that rose in his heart was replaced by a deep sense of fear, which made his hands and feet cold and left him somewhat at a loss.

Screams and blood were everywhere outside.

The monster that his wife had transformed into was chasing after the fleeing blue people.

They're hunting! The thought flashed through Garma's mind.

He already knew very well where these things came from; they were definitely from those patients.

Just thinking about these monsters' agile movements, their terrifying ability to move regardless of terrain, and their despairing numbers...

Garma didn't know how many "patients" there originally were.

The government also didn't have time to complete the statistics within a few days.

However, among the Blue People he knew, with a few exceptions, almost every household had someone suffering from this disease.

Garma saw a gnawed corpse in the distance and then staggered to his feet.

A few seconds later, it became agile and joined the ranks of the monsters.

He was extremely glad that he hadn't tried to bring his obviously abnormal son along.

"Bang bang..."

During the half-minute he was stunned, a knocking sound came from the door behind him, and monsters in the distance spotted him.

Garma jumped up and ran.

He didn't run around aimlessly like the other panicked fugitives; that would have been suicide.

In just half a minute, he had witnessed the monster's speed, while his "wife" inside his nest told him about the monster's climbing ability.

While the other monsters were still far away, Garmar went around to the back of his house, opened a sewer entrance, crawled inside, and then closed the cover.

Because of the long period of peace on Planet Blue, the number of its military is small, and most of them play a role in disaster relief.

Even so, many of the Blue People like Garma, while hiding, placed their hopes on the government and the army.

The technological stage of the Blue Planet people meant that their cinematic art had not yet unleashed a vibrant imagination.

If a human on Earth saw this, they would probably yell: "Holy crap, Resident Evil!"

...

Wu You has returned home and is unpacking the Christmas presents his parents bought for him.

Having been exposed to European culture for a while, Wu Jianguo and Zhang Guihua bought a lot of things for their son.

Wu You opened the outer packaging of a small gift box.

Inside was an exquisite rectangular hard box.

What the heck? This looks like a jewelry box.

Upon opening the box, a very beautiful necklace appeared inside—a women's necklace!

Holy crap! This is for me?

There was a note at the bottom of the box, and judging from the handwriting, it was from Zhang Guihua.

"You can give it to your future daughter-in-law."

His brow furrowed, and he continued unpacking the other gifts. It turned out that four out of the five gifts were various things he could use to find a girlfriend or wife.

He had everything from jewelry and makeup boxes to perfumes, but the only thing that truly belonged to him was a comic book with "Merry Christmas" written on it.

This is a bilingual (Chinese and English) version, marked as a children's book!

Wu You's inner thoughts began to migrate on a large scale: Am I really his biological child?

System prompt: Enable permission - Observer's Eye.

Wu You sat up straight on the sofa immediately.

What's going on? I didn't do anything, why was I granted permissions for no reason?