Chapter 2 Can Only Cry
Guo Zhenbei, who had lunch, can see the beautiful clerk in the opposite grocery store from the glass window. She is still "sitting" at the door of the grocery store. That's the girl he has always liked, and sometimes he even dreams of gossiping with her.
Now she is sitting on the steps at the door of the grocery store, with her back against the wall on the side of the store. The afterglow of the sunset shone on her face. She used to laugh with youth. At this moment, she can only recognize her.
There are always some red and smiling cheeks. At this moment, they turn cyan, and the skin is like some ruffled paper with some terrible wrinkles. At this moment, the former dream lover has become the protagonist of Guo Zhenbei's nightmare at night. Far from her is the zombies wandering back and forth vigorously.
Look at the streets that used to be not beautiful, but can still make people live happily. And everything he once dreamed of, Guo Zhenbei's eyes turned red. The sourness in his heart was like a big stone, which made him almost breathless.
He closed his breath, his face turned red, and his tears finally couldn't help blurring his eyes. Although the tears could not be controlled by himself, he still resisted and tried not to make a sound.
The light on the street outside the sunset dimmed, and the girl could no longer see clearly. The street lights will never turn on again, and I'm afraid that those corpse tides will wander on the streets forever.
So what will people who still survive become? Guo Zhenbei, who didn't stay at home, didn't know at all.
When the last afterglow of the sunset was completely lost, Guo Zhenbei completely put down the curtains. This thin curtain will not only cover his cold, but also make his heart more comfort.
He withdrew his eyes from the girl and slowly slid down with his back against the wall. The two legs are soft and have completely lost their strength. When Guo Zhenbei's fart. When the thighs were next to the ground, he held his head and gasped a few times before crying silently.
Thinking about everything that day, he could not easily forgive himself. Even after seeing the girl's body every day, he would cry like this.
"I like her, and then she became a corpse. It's all because of me!"
On December 21, 2013, it is also the time when such a afterglow will come to an end. Guo Zhenbei, who finished the work, probably washed the oil stains on his body with cold water in the toilet. The cold made his body tremble like a sieve. Then he dragged his tired body back to his basement after drilling in the repair ditch for a day.
Turn on the radio on your mobile phone, lie on your hanging**, holding a bow in your hand and gently plucking the bow string. The clenched bow string made some low sounds. It's like a piano. Although it can only make one sound, it is still the best sound for him.
Before he really rested, he heard the sound of "wind" that had been "blowing" until today, as if the sky was whimpering.
"Help...Help..."
Shocked by the scream, he saw what he had never forgotten from the small window in the basement. The girl in the grocery store was pulled by a man covered in blood and with a big mouth. Her shrill cry is like the brightest whistle!
"Ah, what are they doing?"
consciously, Guo Zhenbei jumped off the hammock, opened the window and opened the bow. The arrow in his hand had been aimed at the guy, and he was sure to shoot an arrow through the other guy's head.
"Remember in the city that it's none of your business, hang high... Don't be confused..."
His mother's admonition and the intuitive choice of justice, entangled and formed chaotic ideas, huddled in his head.
"Don't be silly, you are just a handful of people who don't understand the truth...!"
More worries made Guo Zhenbei have to put down the bow in his hand and think more. Suddenly, the 36-year-old Hunan brother in the grocery store rushed out with a kitchen knife and slashed on the head of the person who pulled the girl.
"Good cut, this brother is interesting!"
Seeing someone coming out, he put down the bow and arrow in his hand and wanted to run out of the basement. Even if you can't help, you can at least call the police.
However, immediately, a more frightening scene pulled his feet. More people stretched out their hands and ran to the grocery store with crooked steps. It seems that these people went crazy together and were not afraid of the threat of the kitchen knife in the hand of the Hunan brother.
"What's going on? Are they all crazy?"
In doubt, Guo Zhenbei looked at the window and observed in all directions, and the whole street had fallen into complete chaos. The out-of-control car rushed into the house on the street, making a crashing roar. Groups of people were chasing one or two screams, and the dead bodies fell to the ground were slowly getting up.
"My God..."
Guo Zhenbei's courage in sighing suddenly turned into nothing. At this moment, seeing the Hunan man who couldn't help his clerk, he turned around and ran to the shop and suddenly closed the door.
Guo Zhenbei hesitated in this short time. He could only watch that the man whose skull was cut off by the kitchen knife, regardless of the girl's desperate resistance, went up and down the girl's neck with the kitchen knife on his head.
The painful fear on the girl's face condensed in front of him at the moment of being bitten, and the expression that had not been forgotten so far made Guo Zhenbei's heart immediately shattered. The sharp scream was like a sharp knife through the window, cutting the meat on Guo Zhenbei's heart, which made him twitch painfully.
"Ah..."
"Ah... my mother... outside... everyone outside is crazy...!"
When everything was irreparable, Guo Zhenbei leaned against the wall and cried weakly under the ground like today!
In 10 days, when death gets closer and closer with the reduction of drinking water and food, this short period of time becomes more rapid.
The four rooms in the basement are full of car accessories and various oils. The only room in the farthest is piled with some food from the workers in the garage, half a bag of flour and some cooking oil.
As an underdeveloped northwest region, it still has to rely on the kitchen in the car room to make food. In the kitchen in the semi-buried basement, there are coal-fired stoves and chimneys. It was probably the pumping effect of the chimney, so Guo Zhenbei was not found by the zombies outside.
Drinking water is just a few boxes of bottled water that the boss put here, and now there is little left. With these, he can temporarily hide in the basement comfortably without having to face the outside world immediately.
With the last touch of residual sun, Guo Zhenbei returned to the workbench, and the saw bow in his hand was sawing down on the alloy sheet. His movement is not fast. When the saw blade moves too fast, it will collapse the teeth on the saw blade. He needs to saw these metal pieces into this narrow diamond shape, and then grind the blade on the grinding wheel.
This is his daily life. Since December 21, 2013, he has lived in this almost completely dark basement. In addition to eating and physical exercises, making arrows is his only job.
The next morning, he fixed the newly finished arrow in his hand in the groove at the top of the straight arrow rod, and finally glued the arrow feathers.
"I have to leave this place that has been closed for half a month, and I can escape when my physical strength is good!"
The last arrow stuck to the arrow feather was carefully placed on the stool by him. Guo Zhenbei knew that his fate was about to be decided.
"Wait for a few more minutes to make the glue stained with feathers dry and be stronger..."
Thinking about these trivial things in his heart, he began to pack up his things.
His backpack is still the old schoolbag. This is the best equipment for his mother who knows how to make him study. In the six years from junior high school to high school, this already shabby bag is still the best treasure in his eyes.
Thinking of his mother who is less than 50 years old and has been blown out of wrinkles by the wind on the mountain, Guo Zhenbei's heart has become stronger.
"No, I'm going home anyway!"
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