Chapter 2

After making sure it was safe for the time being, Fu Erdie touched the dog and checked its injuries.

The dog was kicked and it was in a lot of pain, but there were no external injuries to the skin and it didn't seem like any ribs were broken, so it shouldn't be serious.

She quickly sprayed the dog with medicine for bruises and sprains, but she didn't know if it would work.

After finishing this, she turned on the computer and retrieved the surveillance footage of her door facing the corridor.

Because the angle was set just right, the surveillance camera captured the ferocious look of the old zombie rushing over clearly.

No matter how you zoom in on the picture, the old man's condition is exactly the same as the zombies described in movies, TV dramas and novels.

Watching the entire escape and counterattack process of less than half a minute from a third-person perspective, Fu Erdie's hands couldn't stop shaking.

If this is a zombie, does she still count as murdering someone?

Or was it a self-defense counterattack? Fu Erdie saved the video to a USB flash drive on her computer and mobile phone, and wanted to save it to the cloud, but the network was too slow to upload.

Dial 110 on your cell phone. No matter what, surrender yourself first and try to get lenient treatment.

Unable to get through.

Her hands were shaking like a sieve, but she continued to hit the bar for a full twenty minutes, and finally, by some chance, she got through.

Fu Erdie: "Hello, I..."

The voice on the other side shouted, "An unknown virus is invading! Everyone please stay at home and close the doors and windows! Don't get scratched or bitten by people behaving strangely! Please inform each other... Zizi... Dududu..."

The phone is disconnected.

Obviously, the situation on the other side was not good either, so they could only keep answering the phone and sound the emergency alarm as quickly as possible.

Fu Erdie thought that she should be treated specially for a special case, and she felt relieved. But soon she noticed that her face and hands were covered with blood and unknown body tissues from the zombie old man.

She rushed into the toilet and vomited violently, not only vomiting out the dinner she had just eaten, but also vomiting out her entire stomach.

Fu Erdie has read many apocalyptic novels. Natural disasters, zombies, man-made disasters, super powers, and crystal cores are all common elements in apocalyptic novels.

She had thought more than once that if she came to the end of the world, she would basically just wait for death. She couldn't drive, recognize the road, distinguish food, or cook. The so-called cooking was just heating up the cooked food bought from the supermarket, adding the packaged seasonings, and eating it with rice.

Without takeout or supermarkets, she could only eat fried rice with eggs, or rice and pickles every day.

Moreover, she is particularly prone to catching colds, especially when the temperature drops suddenly, she will definitely catch a cold.

If she encounters the end of the world, she won't need zombies to kill her, she can destroy herself.

Before, this was just a thought, but now, it is about to become a reality.

She didn't have time to clean up the blood on her body and the door. She charged all the devices in the house that could be charged, filled all the buckets and pots with water, and pulled out the unused sheets and quilts, tore them into strips, tied them into long ropes, and slid down from the 16th floor if necessary.

While thinking about all these random things, she knew very well in her heart that this was just a poor student preparing stationery to seek peace of mind.

With her physical strength, it was impossible for her to lower herself from the 16th floor to the ground floor step by step.

She dragged the heavy dining table to the door so that she could block the door immediately when Zhao Xiaolu came in.

She dragged the sofa, TV cabinet, and even the ceramic mop pool in the bathroom over, waiting for Zhao Xiaolu to arrive.

After finishing all this, she took out the radio.

This is a decorative radio. The radio is tuned to FM, and the broadcasts on different channels are still playing the pre-set programs. There is no other information.

She turned on the loud speaker of her cell phone and called her relatives and friends one by one. But without exception, none of them went through. She had no choice but to quickly clean up the tissue and blood on the ground, and then took a shower for the third time that day.

This time when she took a shower, she didn't play any music, and she didn't even close the bathroom door, so that she could rush over as soon as she heard Zhao Xiaolu knocking on the door.

But after she took a quick two-minute shower, it was as if there was something dirty on her face and hands that couldn't be washed off. After washing her face and hands for half an hour, Zhao Xiaolu still didn't come.

Fu Erdie stopped her neurotic behavior and came to the window where the noise and heat were surging, looking at the excited and frightened screaming crowd downstairs and the drizzle.

She wondered if Zhao Xiaolu would never come again.

Fu Erdie continued to make phone calls, but no matter who she called, the calls were never connected.

The streets outside were still very noisy. Some people were desperately trying to hide in buildings, while others were driving desperately to escape to places far away from the city.

Obviously, even if the incident happened suddenly, everyone still knew something about zombies from movies and TV shows. In this case, the farther away from the main city, the safer it would be if you went to a more rural and remote place.

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Fu Erdie didn't have a car and didn't know how to drive. If she went out rashly, she wouldn't even be able to outrun the zombies and would just have to wait to die.

I don’t know whether Zhao Xiaolu is still racing with the zombies, or has found a nearby place to hide.

She charged her cell phone, took out a spare phone, turned up the volume to maximum to make sure she could hear whoever called first, and at the same time used her computer to search the Internet for various information.

However, I couldn't connect to the Internet, the page kept spinning in circles and never loaded.

Fu Erdie couldn't help but push away the keyboard, took her phone and went back to the balcony to see what was happening outside.

It was drizzling outside, and the sky was getting dark in the evening. Fu Erdie lived on the 16th floor, and couldn't see the situation downstairs clearly, so she could only use the telescope function of her mobile phone to observe.

As raindrops drifted slowly under the camera lens, Fu Erdie suddenly had an idea and remembered a decision she had made while imagining it after reading a post-apocalyptic novel.

If there is a chance for her to choose to become a zombie or a mutant, she will definitely try it. Even if there is a 99% chance of becoming a zombie and only a 1% chance of becoming a mutant, she will try it because this is her only chance to survive.

Without her super powers, she would not be able to survive.

It is written in novels that at the beginning of the mutation, there will be special particles in the air, and different people will turn in different directions.

She opened the balcony window completely, letting the drizzle wet her cheeks and hair, waiting for God to give her a strange judgment.

Zombies or mutants, let’s have a good fight.

She stroked the dog's head and thought confusedly, zombies shouldn't be smart enough to open the door lock and anti-theft chain, right? If she turned into a zombie at home, she would probably be a zombie that couldn't leave the house, and wouldn't cause a huge blow to the outside world. It would only harm the dog, so it's better to let the dog out now.

So she took the clothesline, opened the door, poked the old man's zombie body slightly stiffly, and pointed outside: "Ink, run away."

In the past, Mozi would be happy to go out and play in such a situation. But now, it refused to move and even turned around and ran to the corner of the balcony, farthest from the door, to sit there, as if it knew that if it left, it would be gone forever.

(End of this chapter)