Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the tears on his face and stood up to pick up the scattered supplies.
The heavy rain was still falling, and only the pitter-patter of the rain could be heard.
He didn't think about anything in his mind. He just mechanically moved all the supplies into the living room.
"Peng …" The metal door was slammed shut. Zhang Xiao Qiang came back to his senses. The raincoat was still on his body. The rainwater flowed down the hem of the raincoat and dripped onto the floor tiles. The clothes inside the raincoat were completely soaked. The cold and gloomy air made him shiver.
Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his clothes and sat on the bed with the quilt on. The heater was turned on to the maximum, and the red light from the heater reflected on his face. The heat was like countless small needles pricking his skin, but it still couldn't drive away the coldness in his bones. Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged the quilt and shivered. It was still raining outside the window.
He thought of the white wine he found a few days ago. "White wine can drive away the cold."
He took out the exquisite "Fragrance of Rice and Flowers" from the bottom of the box, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The 52% white wine was held in his mouth, and the taste of the wine stimulated Zhang Xiaoqiang's taste buds, and he almost spat it out. He swallowed it with difficulty, and his tongue began to feel numb.
The white wine was like a hot oil flowing down his throat to the bottom of his heart, and the burning feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to the throat.
The coldness that was restrained in his bones seemed to slowly dissipate. He turned down the heater, and Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged the quilt and stared at the heater in a daze.
His hungry stomach woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up, and he needed to eat something. He got off the bed and went to the living room to find a box of wafer biscuits. He tore open the package, and a cockroach fell out of the box and crawled on the ground. He subconsciously raised his foot to step on the cockroach.
An empty bottle of mineral water was placed on the computer table, and the cap was tightly closed, leaving two air holes on it. The cockroach lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle, and didn't move.
In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't step on it to death, but just locked it in the bottle, and didn't give it any food.
He wanted to know how long it could live without food.
In this despairing city, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a refugee living on an isolated island. He had no hope and no future.
In addition to the zombies wandering downstairs, only this cockroach accompanied him, lonely, like a beast, constantly biting his heart, like a poison, constantly corroding his soul.
Sometimes, Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered if he was the only human left on Earth, and he was the king of the whole world, the king of all people.
"If you can't stand loneliness, then learn to enjoy it."
Zhang Xiaoqiang munched on his wafer and calculated how long he could last with his current supplies. He even wanted to escape the city during the rain, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to drive or steal a car.
"Walk out?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and dispelled this crazy idea.
He didn't know how long the rain would last. He didn't know if all zombies liked to be drenched in the rain.
He didn't know where he could go. In his life, he had only been to Wuhan City and X City where his sister had married.
"The future is bleak, sigh!" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed.
He had unknowingly finished a box of wafer biscuits. His mouth was dry. He picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a big gulp. Just as he swallowed, he lost all his strength.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took the plastic bottle and put it on the ground. His whole body twitched. His heart felt like it was being hammered by a big hammer. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. There was only a gurgling sound coming from his throat. His internal organs felt like they had been thrown into a red hot iron ball. It kept rolling around in his body. His internal organs were all set on fire.
The burning feeling spread from the inside out. The skin on his hands became red. Zhang Xiaoqiang was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He had never felt such pain before. For the first time, he wanted to die. Only death could end this pain.
Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and hit his head on the floor again and again. Blood flowed into his eyes. He couldn't see anything clearly. His vision was red.
Zombies, food, survival … everything was not important.
He just wanted to end this pain that made people howl. He didn't care even if it meant ending his life. He just instinctively hit his head on the floor, hoping to make himself faint.
He didn't know whether it was a few hours or a few minutes, but the pain ended.
Zhang Xiao Qiang opened his eyes, blood, tears, and snot were all over his face. His body was curled up like a cooked shrimp, and his body was still twitching subconsciously. His teeth were clenched tightly, unable to loosen.
Zhang Xiaoqiang lay quietly. He didn't do anything. He didn't think about anything. He still hadn't woken up from the terrible pain.
The bottle of mineral water in his hand was crushed into a ball. The mineral water kept spurting out from the bottle, splashing on his body and the ground.
The clothes that he just changed into were full of blood and water stains.
An abnormal cold feeling appeared in Zhang Xiaoqiang's body. It wasn't the kind of cold that reached the bone. It was the kind of cold that could freeze the bone. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the bottle. His hands were tightly hugging his chest. His whole body was trembling. His teeth that he couldn't open just now were now open. His upper and lower teeth kept chattering.
His legs rubbed against each other, hoping to generate a little warmth.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole body was cold. He wanted to go to bed, but his body didn't have any strength. As the coldness in his body became heavier, his vision began to blur. His mind became more and more dizzy.
"It's over?" Zhang Xiaoqiang murmured. "I will see the old man and mother!"
The severe pain woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up. The feeling of being burned made him twitch again. He didn't know how many times this happened. Every time he fainted from the bone chilling cold, he was awakened by the burning pain all over his body. He didn't know how many times it was. He didn't know how long it was. If there was hell in the world, he would already be in hell.
The pain and coldness didn't lessen at all. But Zhang Xiaoqiang's nerves had begun to become numb. As he fainted again and again, his mind was no longer blank. He didn't know anything. He didn't want to know anything!
His body was still in pain. Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground looking at the ceiling. It was as if his body was no longer his own. All the pain had nothing to do with him.
"There must be a virus in the rain. I must have accidentally swallowed the rain."
Zhang Xiaoqiang kept thinking. The coldness was running around in his body. It seemed that even his blood was beginning to coagulate.
"I'm infected?
Is it so painful to become a zombie? "Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to think. The coldness in his body began to get stronger. His thinking also began to slow down.
"It takes 45 minutes for a zombie to mutate. Is my time not up yet?
It's so slow! "At the moment when he fainted." Hurry up and become a zombie … "Everything was dark.
February 1, 2013, 7: 30 am. The phone alarm kept ringing. Zhang Xiaoqiang was awakened by the ringing in the bedroom.
Opening his eyes, his consciousness was still a little hazy. He found himself lying in the living room, soaking wet. He wanted to stand up, but his body did not have any strength. Using his hands to push himself up, he sat up. Everything that had happened last night came back to him.
"I became a zombie?" Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly looked at his fingers. His nails were neatly trimmed. He touched his teeth.
"It's flat …" He called out.
"I didn't become a zombie!"
With a bit of strength in his body, Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled to stand up. He walked to the bedroom. The figure in the mirror looked very down. His hair was tangled because he hadn't washed it for a long time. His face was bloodstained. His eyes were small. He could clearly see the dark brown pupils.
Not becoming a zombie didn't make Zhang Xiaoqiang happy. Naturally, he wasn't depressed. After yesterday's purgatory, his mood was calm. He looked out the window. The rain had stopped!