What's it like to be a zombie?
White Xiao only feel themselves in a fever, burned confused, trance feel as if in a dream.
The sun became less harsh, and he heard a tiny noise, thinking it was the rotting zombie crawling over, shaking the stick in the handshake, and reacting dully until he realized that it was not a crawling sound, but some mechanical whisper.
White Xiao tried to open his eyes, paused for a moment, the brain seems to be processing the picture the eyes see, but the processing speed is too slow and some overload, after a moment to turn over.
The noise was made by a bicycle, a bicycle coming from another street.
White Xiao looked at the bike, the last days, zombies, such a painting style, should be a motorcycle rumbling, galloping away.
Perhaps the effect of a fever, or perhaps the symptoms of infection, his thoughts a card a meal, when it was confirmed that it was a bicycle, the car did not know when it had stopped in front of him, a figure carrying the light stood over, a pair of dark pipe appeared in front of the eyes, is a double pipe gun, looking rough and fierce.
White Xiao heard the people in front of you speak, but the brain is a little overloaded, did not understand.
"I need my fever down..." White Xiao said.
But he found his tongue a little stiff and his words slurred.
To anyone else, it would probably sound like that stupid zombie, you know?
When realized this, white Xiao lips moved, but did not make a sound, want to say back to swallow.
"I need my fever to go down." White Xiao re-say, try to spit the word clearly.
The other seemed to be watching him.
"Break the fever." White Xiao said.
"..."
"Forget it, give me a shot."
White Xiao back a loose, just try to sit straight body and back to the wall, try to open your eyes to see, trying to see the appearance of people in front of you, and then close your eyes.
Maybe it's the least painful way to die?
He didn't know what it was like to become a zombie, but he was worried that he would remain in this state, his thoughts were confused, stuck, and unlooked, and then at some point he returned briefly to find himself clutching an arm and eating --
That's too bad.
White Xiao chaotic brain, sitting against the wall gently shaking his head, humming a song, waiting for the gun, zombies, are to be shot dead.
Better than all kinds of MMHHHMMM... He vaguely remembered a movie in which a zombie was caught holding his penis until he died, and the brother was too miserable - the same zombie, said brother may be right, or so.
After a while did not hear the gunshot, white Xiao tried to open his eyes and found that the bicycle was going away.
Look for a while, the bike has disappeared in the distance, white Xiao frowns, want to raise his hand and touch his forehead again, he suspects that zombies have no consciousness is a fever burned silly, and then rely on instinct to act, if the fever can be better?
But without lifting his hands or moving his body, he looked down and saw that his hands and feet were tied.
"Well..."
White Xiao meditates.
Zombie curse words.
Whether it's being shot, whether it's being a zombie on the streets, what does it mean to be tied up?
What if that piece of shit crawled up here and ate again?
You don't shoot a zombie, you play tie up.
What a beast.
White Xiao against the wall, do not move - really in the zombie, was tied without notice, which shows that feedback in passivation.
He suddenly thought, zombie body is cold, or hot?
Will the body temperature drop after the complete mutation?
Thoughts are disoriented, confused, the sun seems to be offset, no longer as bright as just now, white Xiao do not know how long he sat, do not know if the consciousness has been interrupted, maybe the next wake up, you can see yourself drooling in the papping... No, tied up, or jumped, because zombies don't usually jump on their own, so that's good.
Suddenly white Xiao felt that he moved, he tilted his head and eyes open a gap, try to identify, found that the man came back, also stuffed a thing into his mouth, and then drag him.
What followed was a wobble, shaking him a little agitated, trying to move a little, touching something cold next to his face, making him feel a little comfortable, trying to stick to that cold metal I don't know what.
I do not know how long it shook, it seems to hear two shots in the middle, white Xiao squinted at the sky, the sun has completely gone down, the sky is getting dark.
He felt as if he were lying on a pedicab, a feeling that was vaguely familiar, as if it had ever been... A long time ago, when I was a child in the countryside, my uncle took him to do farm work on three wheels, and when he lay on the car to go back, it was like this, and it was very comfortable and comfortable.
By the time the bus stopped, it was completely dark.
White Xiao dont know where the car went, only hear the sound of rustling, and then there is a fire light, the person who pulled him back with the car held a candle not far away, and then took a wooden stick, gently stabbed him twice.
White Xiao opened his mouth to make a sound, but his mouth was stuffed with something.
He thought about it.
Bind and then mouth the ball?
White Xiao expressionless face.
This animal.
The other side took a stick and stabbed twice, and then stopped as if to think about what, after a moment, the sound of rustling and ringing, cold things stuck on the wrist, white Xiao comfortable want to hum it, moved the arm, heard the crash, he looked carefully, the arm is a chain.
The other side is still trying.
White Xiao heart has a very bad hunch, was captured alive, did it meet a scientific mad man?
If you can develop a cure with yourself as an experimental body, it is still great, but white Xiao does not want to be so great. He felt he could still save his life, if he cooled down... Well, becoming a zombie seems inevitable.
White Xiao is sad.
The other clapped his hands when he was done, held the candle, and stood back to observe him.
"HMMM." White Xiao effort to raise strength.
The other person says: "You... Hand in
White Xiao quiet motionless, trying to distinguish what the other party is saying, he recognized each other is to communicate, very serious listening.
Seeing how he listened intently, the other person paused and tried to repeat it again.
White Xiao some anxiety, a little anxious, the eye in the bloodshot appalling, but control did not move.
Say again... "He muttered to himself.
Should understand. It's something he's familiar with.
The other person continued to slow down, holding the candle and watching his reaction carefully.
White Xiao feel worse and worse state, suddenly hum from the throat.
The other person stopped talking immediately.
"HMMM, HMMM." This time white Xiao made two sounds.
The other person winked and stood there holding a candle.
White Xiao made three more sounds.
There was a pause, then four sounds.
The other side suddenly raised his hand to do a stop action, white Xiao motionless, and then raised his face, and issued a sound, indicating the mouth ball.
"Cool it down."
After the mouth ball came down, white Xiao felt that he could not hold up, the brain was chaotic, but cooling was his obsession from infection until now.
"Cool it down." 'he repeated. "Cool it down."