Once across.
Before he had time to show his skills, White Xiao was bitten.
Looking at the teeth marks on his arms, and the "people" wriggling on the ground, he only felt cold.
The feeling of pain came from the arm, a jump of swelling, and a little numb.
When the zombie came out, he was still carefully observing around, and suddenly he was rushed over, and his knee-jerk reaction made him kick in the past, and the crisp crack of bone fracture made him pause for a moment, as if he did not expect this random foot to have such great damage. It was with this stupor, followed by pain, that the 'man' fell forward with his broken leg unsteady, but before falling down, he still grabbed his arm with his mouth, clutched his sleeve, and hung there in a strange posture - that was a few minutes ago.
At this time, looking at the ground after falling to the ground is still creeping to this side of the figure, its shape and behavior are as terrible: hair withered to reveal a large scalp, skin bones like mummies, a large piece of rotten sores under the body's tattered clothes, and meaningless low roar, and have seen the zombie in the film and television works before, white Xiao's heart is more and more heavy.
He looked at the wound on his arm, and the good news was that the Zombie had a bad mouth and wasn't badly hurt. The bad news is, even if it wasn't a big wound, it still got bitten.
Through the first day, got bit by a zombie.
Too late to think about why the world has changed when you wake up, whether it is the outbreak of biological evil or something. He felt that the most important thing now was to find a water source and clean the wound as soon as possible. As for the rest, none of it is as important as this.
The terrifying appearance of the "zombie" on the ground does not make people optimistic.
You're not gonna get infected, are you?
White Xiao eyes alert with a little blank, the pain on the arm reminds him that this is probably not a dream, but really - the most optimistic guess is that it is just a mutation of rabies.
But there is no reason to be optimistic.
As far as the eye can see, the empty streets are cold and lifeless. What should have been sidewalks on both sides of the road were even overgrown with weeds, and the weeds were yellow and swaying with the wind.
The cars at the end of the road were broken, there was no glass in the Windows, there were weeds poking out of the Windows, and how the seeds of the weeds had fallen into the cars and how they had sprouted was unknown.
High-rise abandoned for a long time without maintenance, glass has not left a few pieces, a smell of decay filled here, as if this street has been dead for a long time, only the sun is still bright.
The heart continues to calm down, white Xiao picked up a stick, away from the 'zombie', went in the opposite direction, while paying attention to all around, one, or two, three, if it is really a zombie, this thing has always been in groups. The infection becomes one of them... I guess it's better than getting knocked down and eaten, huh?
Next to a fast-food restaurant with the door open, the arm pain gradually turned numb, white Xiao slowly approached the store to look at the past, inside the mess, tables and chairs scattered sideways, the wall is also covered with suspicious stains, really can not say clean.
Listening, he heard nothing. He walked in with his stick, watching the corner and moving.
The layout of fast food restaurants is very different, in addition to the front hall is the back kitchen, most of them even have no toilet.
The kitchen is also messy, white Xiao holding a try to turn the faucet attitude.
It looked like it was on, but there wasn't a drop of water, and there was nothing but a squeak.
He gave up, looked around, picked up a kitchen knife from the corner, and looked at the stick he had picked up outside. A knife was better than a stick, of course, but probably no one would want to fight with such a short knife if the object had just bitten him. Even so, he did not throw away, whether sticks or kitchen knives, in the present environment can give a soothing security, though not much.
Look down at the wound of the arm, the bitten place has swollen up, white Xiao holding a knife tight.
Poisoning can often be treated with blood, or cut a wound to let the poison flow out - that is for snakes, like zombies, mad dogs and other wounds and no one does so.
Leaning against the wall to think seriously, the knife in his hand cut the hem of the clothes, tore off the cloth after holding one end, and forcefully tied the arm part tightly, hoping to have some effect.
No water, no medicine, in such an unfamiliar environment, suddenly by a suspected zombie bite. It is clear that others are chosen to cross, but also the only, how can he be so bad?
White Xiao closed his eyes to feel the changes in his body, according to his rich experience of reading the film, the zombie bite will be hot, weak, feel cold, the infection process from a few seconds to a few days, depending on how the screenwriter arranges.
... Shit, finish it.
After the initial shock, confusion and alarm, he walked some way to the back kitchen of this shabby shop, and now finally relaxed, he suddenly realized his current situation. Those illusory, unreal sense of dream crashed, like a basin of cold water splashing down.
Maybe soon it'll be something just like that thing, slobbering around the empty streets until it takes down another unlucky bastard.
And he doesn't even know where he is.
Sat against the wall for a while.
White Xiao suddenly stood up.
- Do it!
You either knock that thing before it's fully infected, or you don't mutate and knock it for revenge.
It already is.
White Xiao out of the door, look up at the sun, along the way slowly back, he has felt himself began to heat, even if the sun shines on the body, there is still a hint of cold.
The ghastly zombie sprawled on the ground, dragging a wounded leg, aimlessly shuffling, and saw him coming, uttering a low growl. Its haggard face doesn't even reveal its sex.
Baaaah! A stick.
When he opened his mouth, his roar was interrupted by the sudden stick, and he seemed to be stimulated by the attack, and there was a little more frenzy between his movements.
Gave it a few times, white Xiao took a few steps back, the stick supported on the ground, he did not intend to stop, just tired too fast, he looked at the arm wound, red and swollen, the speed of infection beyond his expectations.
A wave of despair rose from the bottom of his heart, and took another look at the zombie, he slowly backed away, changed his mind and wanted to stay away from the stick. If he's about to get infected and mutated, he doesn't want to turn into a zombie and chew on this disgusting thing, because he's young and it's rotten.
Walking along the empty street, his body became more and more tired, and finally at the corner he sat down against the wall, slightly raised his head, squinting at the sun, his arm was no longer painful, just swollen and numb.
The night before, he was in high spirits, just got promoted, had a celebratory fling, and then he woke up and found himself in this dump.
Working overtime and staying up late on a project, all for nothing.
This moment white Xiao think of is to stay up late to work overtime, the bitter sweet, have not tasted, will mutate.
"I have more than eight hundred thousand dollars in the bank."
White Xiao trance think of a word, people died, the money did not spend.
The next moment, I remember my half-done plan.
The memory is getting more and more chaotic, like many ideas have been cut into pieces, and then put together. He raised his uninjured left hand to his forehead. It was hot.
He's gonna be a zombie.