Chapter 1 To Live
On a sunny winter morning, through the cracks in the curtains, you can see the blue sky and a faint red glow, which is a symbol of the rising sun. Originally, this should have brought hope, a feeling that anything can be done again and brilliant again.
However...
"Wow... it's so quiet!"
Guo Zhenbei, who was worried, was relieved and touched the edge of the window glass with his hand and the cracks in the window. Those were the places he sealed with putty, which filled the dark room with all kinds of oil and stench.
At this time, the more oily and smelly it is, the less his "human taste" is emitted, and the safer it is for him.
"Wow..."
The dull sound is like a wind passing through the desert. When it passes through the city's steel from the forest, the city shuddered like a sob. Guo Zhenbei put his eyes close to the glass and tried to hold his breath.
The sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtains shone on him, so that we can see his whole picture. He is not tall or short, fat or thin. If he throws it into the crowd and looks for it, he will find that the street is full of guys like him.
He has a good bachelor's degree in mechanical manufacturing. As a repayer of student loans, he returned to a small county in the northwest. "Poor clouds" like him, although with a angular national character face and a powerful square jaw, it is impossible to bring back "a wave heart" from a big city.
Now he is sent to an auto repair factory as a technician, which is the "favorable garage" where he is now. He guessed that there must be some background of the "beneficial car room". The good cars in the county are repaired here. This has given Guo Zhenbei a lot of insight. Of course, the insight sent to him has nothing to do with his major.
At this time, in the clear sky, the morning glow made way for the first ray of sunshine. This made the scene on the street clear, and the scene also made people feel frightening.
A few days ago, a "person" who could laugh and talk staggered on the road. When they walk on the street, their pace is slow. The slightly bent waist also makes it almost impossible for them to stand up straight.
Guo Zhenbei, who has seen them chasing human beings, knows that these guys are not slower than normal people when running. At the thought of being chased by zombies, Guo Zhenbei's panicked heart kept beating. In the shrill screams, the skin and flesh of the human body were torn apart. The tide of corpses all over the street makes people feel that there is nowhere to escape.
Now those wounds have condensed into black and purple. I don't know if the zombies' wounds will grow well, or they are simply frozen by the winter. The blue-purple calendar is outside the wound, and the rags swayed with the cold wind in the morning.
"My God, what a terrible scene?"
The windows in the basement are only a little exposed on the road surface of the street. In the past, there were often young people here, peeking at the skirts of girls on the street. But now, what can be seen from the cracks is the endless horror on the street outside.
"They are all over the street... but I... I have to live!"
The scene in front of us can no longer make Guo Zhenbei feel fear. The desire to survive has made these words almost like a religious belief in these days. Read it a few more times, and it will make Guo Zhenbei maintain the confidence to live in this horrible world.
Yes, this is a horrible biochemical doomsday.
The place where Guo Zhenbei is located is H County, which has only hundreds of thousands of people on the Shaanxi border. Although the county is small, it has coal, so it is a very rich county. He never knew that after the people in the county became horrible zombies, the number of people crowded in the street could still reach the level of making people's scalp explode.
"You can't escape without endurance. Just be caught by those bastards...!"
When he repeated these words, he became depressed. The temporary strenuous exercise in the early morning made his muscles sore. When he walked, his footsteps were unstable and his body was somewhat crooked. This reminded him of the scenes in The Walking Dead, hanging with carrion on his body.
"Is this a little like a zombie... It's better for them to treat me as my kind... Forget it! It's better not to try it easily!"
Games, TV and movies bring shock and excitement after the shock, but what I am facing in front of me is the real biochemical end of the world. Life is not like TV and movies that can be replayed, or that games can be saved, and there are endless "magic artifacts".
Life is reality, suffering is reality, and this world is also a real world!
"At this time, whether it's games or TV, it can't be serious!"
Guo Zhenbei knew that his subsequent plan was to have a little negligence. As long as there was a little negligence, he would join the ubiquitous zombie army outside. Throwing away the nonsense speculation, he gently tightened the curtains.
At this time, trusting nothing is better than trusting yourself!
There is a small crack on the curtain that has not been pulled. The rising sun is getting brighter and brighter, sending a glimmer of light to the dark room. In the illuminated place, there is work that he has not finished. It looks like some arrow tip or something, next to it is a bow that looks like something.
If there are friends who play with bows and are willing to DIY, they will probably recognize it. It is a split recurvature laminated slide bow. Probably this is the escape weapon prepared by Guo Zhenbei. Is it really a feasible thing to use bows to deal with zombies?
Guo Zhenbei has no money. In addition to working during the day, he has to sleep in a warehouse full of all kinds of oil to watch the warehouse at night. The reason is that he is the only worker who does not smoke. The whole warehouse is full of the smell of oil, gasoline or other oil, which may also cover up the reason for his existence.
As a technician, in addition to including food and accommodation, his salary is 1,800 yuan per month. Relying on this money, he can't enjoy a decent life except for necessities. The only thing is that there are some simple hobbies that accompany him alone.
Except for the small expenses on his hobbies, he will take the rest of the money home. He once had a farther goal in his heart, which was related to his hobbies.
Bow, in China, where guns, simulation guns, crossbows and kitchen knives are banned, is the only toy that can make men crazy.
Of course, he can't afford to buy an imported and powerful pulley composite bow, which is not a luxury he can imagine. And those carbon fiber arrows are even more unbearable for him.
After making a few bows, he has a foundation in mechanical manufacturing and has practiced good craftsmanship in the car room. He still has a few good works. Through online transactions, he gained more extra income.
Guo Zhenbei's favorite work is the 65-pound split recurve laminated glass bow on the bow frame. As for the arrow, it uses a self-made rod chipper, and uses those fine wood threads to cut them out one by one. In addition to using hard paper, Jian Yu also bought bargains from the Internet.
Now the gun-like exercise is to make himself open this hard bow continuously, which will increase his chance of getting out of danger. He glanced at his weapon, and he seemed to have confidence in the future.
He has never fired a gun, but he has a good bow. At least when the boss is kind to let him take a vacation, he can also bring back some meat such as rabbits or pheasants for the family so that his mother can eat better.
With the passage of time, the sunrise changed its angle. This dimmed the light in the house, but the street was still full of corpses without any change. But in the same way, Guo Zhenbei's mind, who has begun to get busy, has not changed, that is, "Live, no matter what!"
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