written request for leave

May 27, cloudy.

I went to the hospital for a check-up and the director said I had a cold but needed to be hospitalized. Out of responsibility for my own health, I accepted the director's suggestion.

I stayed in the hospital for half a month. During that period, the hospital's internet and power supply were cut off. I lost my channel of communication with the outside world and had to stay in the ward and couldn't go anywhere.

Fortunately, I was provided with water and food every day.

I asked to go out for a walk several times, but the dean rejected my request every time on the grounds that my cold had not yet healed and going out would infect others.

This is so strange, this is really so strange.

I thought there must be something wrong and felt uneasy, so I sneaked out of the hospital when the director and the nurse weren't paying attention.

As I was sneaking out, I found that there were surprisingly few people in the hospital, which was very different from my impression.

Forget about that for now, let’s go out and take a look first.

Walking out of the hospital gate, I found that the world outside the hospital was in devastation. A group of ragged people were swaying not far away. I walked up curiously to check the situation and found that they were not human at all, but zombies!

I turned around and wanted to go back to the hospital, but the way back was blocked by zombies, so I had to find another way out.

Now I am hiding in an abandoned building. No zombies have discovered me yet, but the footsteps coming from upstairs and the rustling sounds outside the door make me uneasy.

Hope to have a safe night.

Take a day off.

(End of this chapter)