doomsday diary

Chapter 1: 1

Forgive me for not being able to write down the specific time, maybe calling it a diary is a bit of a misnomer, but you have to know that it is meaningless to tell time in this world, and no one will watch the watch to catch the last train for a business trip. Everyone is thinking about how to live.I won't tell you how plague-ravaged the small town we fled from is, you might even worry that your mother, humming a song and making you breakfast, will suddenly turn around and pounce on you to eat your flesh.I just want to write something clean, it's about love, about travel, about memory.And now, what I want to tell you is such a story.

My memory is slowly fading, and I realize that one day I will forget all the first half of my life. The zombie virus has spread to the left chest. I have been trying to remember the past these days, and then I realized that I have to write Next thing, whoever of you picks it up, please help me remember that even then I'd be dead, wandering unconscious on some interstate highway, not cold or hurt, what a pathetic existence isn't it?But these proofs that I have lived, please keep it for me.

There was a lot of snow on the American Highway today. While Tony and Vivi were working in the car, I squatted on the gas station platform a foot away and smoked a cigarette. The target looks like a young boy in ragged clothes, his skin is so pale, and the red checked scarf around him looks like he will be cold.When he passed me, he stopped suddenly, as if he was trying to remember something, I don't know how long he had been dead, one year?ten years?I stood up, the boy's blond hair was covered with snowflakes, Los Angeles has a lot of these C-class zombies, that is, non-aggressive and contagious zombies diagnosed as harmless, they are allowed to hang out in the crowd, like puppets There is no life in the streets.Just when I thought he was going to leave again, he suddenly spoke, apparently in a very difficult manner, as if he was searching for the vocabulary of his previous life in his blank brain,

"You...really resemble a...person I...know".

I was stunned for a moment, this zombie is rare and conscious, even if it is rare, but because of its deep obsession, he has forgotten all the family names and names in his previous life, he has even forgotten his own name, but he still does not want to forget one people.

"But... I don't remember his name." Zombie is still trying to remember, looking very serious, "He loves to laugh... Wears a red plaid shirt... He..." I laughed out, and I was habitual at that time Want to ask the other party, do you want a cigarette?Later, he passed me by, just enough to melt the temperature of a snowflake on his shoulder.I don't know if the man he's looking for is still alive.After all, zombies have no concept of time. He will search for 100 years and 1000 years. As long as the world is not destroyed and he still exists, he will keep searching, just like the beginning.At that moment, I felt sorry for him. This is such a gentle zombie. I can even imagine the appearance of this blond boy before he was alive. His blue eyes smiled like sunlight melting snow.

My left chest throbbed with cold, and I enjoyed the only pain. After all, I would no longer feel it when I became a zombie.It suddenly occurred to me that one day in the near future, I will be like that boy, passing by countless people and walking through Yantai of the Doomsday.At that time, I will no longer have sorrows and joys, I will no longer remember Tony's name, and no one will remember me anymore.so clean.

Vivi ran down from the car, her bright red hair was like a ball of burning flames, her skin was like snow, she was wrapped in a tony army green long coat, her face was flushed, her lips were a little red and swollen, it was obvious that she had just finished work , she jumped over with a smile, "Hey tommy, it's so cold outside, why are you waiting here, go to the convenience store and have a cup of hot coffee to keep warm, look at you, your lips are frozen white." She pushed open the door of the convenience store, speak loudly,

"Tony wants to eat a mustard-flavored sandwich. It's weird, isn't it? That smell makes you want to vomit. Haha, what flavor do you like, Tommy?"

Tony likes to smoke in bed or listen to intense rock after sex. I used to be so hungry that I had to get out of bed and cook for us. At that time, I always smeared mustard into peanut butter bread and fed it to him. Then I laughed madly watching his distorted expression, and then I got used to it. He fell in love with wasabi at some point, and I would no longer be choked to tears by that taste.

"I like strawberry flavor."

Picking up a piece of bread casually, I replied to vivi, then opened the door and walked out first.Knocked on the window, Tony opened the door, I just got into the driver's seat and smelled a choking smell of smoke,

"God, are you smoking or doing business in there? Even if it's the end of the world, take it easy and be careful of nicotine poisoning first."

I unpacked the bread and took a bite of the pink jam. Tony frowned, "I remember you don't like sweet things, buddy."

"Hey, people change, right, like who said it's just a phase."

I suppressed the sweet and greasy nausea and tried to smile naturally.Of course he knows what I'm talking about, and I'm tired, I don't even have the capital to recover.The heavy metal rock in the car was too intense, I doubt he heard what I said, Vivi sat in shaking the bag, the back seat seemed a bit crowded because of the two of them, I mean the messy bedding and wrapping paper.

"If you finish eating, drive first, tommy, we have to get to the next gas station before dark, there's a motel nearby, I'm enough to sleep in this car, man, I can't believe I haven't been in two days Take a shower."

"Your mustard sandwich, Mr. Strange, I really have to get used to your avant-garde taste, or I will cry every day watching you eat."

Tony smiled and kissed Vivi's cheek, the golden curly hair softly brushed against Vivi's neck, I quickly turned the rearview mirror and adjusted it to a blank snow scene,

"I hope it doesn't snow tonight."

As I said insignificant words, the knuckles of my left arm had already started to stiffen, and I knew that the time for me to leave was not far away.The heater in the car can't protect against the bone-chilling coldness at all. Are all zombies this cold?

I suddenly remembered the red plaid scarf of the zombie just now.