written request for leave

June 9th, light rain.

In previous years, today would have been the day when the college entrance examination ended. Unfortunately, with the advent of the zombie crisis and the collapse of social order, it is destined that there will be no college entrance examination this year.

It’s been half a month since my last diary entry, and hiding from zombies in the room doesn’t feel very good.

Fortunately, there is internet here, so I can still write novels.

Food and water are becoming increasingly scarce, and every time you go out to look for resources, you are taking huge risks. To prevent being bitten by zombies, you have to wrap your clothes and exposed skin with tape.

I really miss the days in the hospital. At least there were living people like me there. Now when I look out the window at the street, I haven’t seen a living person for a long time.

If zombies bite people, they will turn them into zombies. If people bite zombies, will they turn them into humans? Hmm? Why is there a knock on the door? Someone is knocking on the door and talking at the same time?!

It seemed like they were saying that they were from the rescue team and were here to save me?

Is this true? How did they know I was hiding here?

And I didn't see any living people moving outside the window. Did I miss it? Anyway, it's a good thing that someone came to rescue me. I'll go out and take a look. I'll stop writing my diary here.

…

No, those are not people, they are zombies! (scrawled)

It seems that I don't have time to write the novel tonight. I have to think of a safe way to deal with them. (Scribble)

(End of this chapter)