The young man slowly opened his eyes.
The vision seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, the light and shadow were mixed, and nothing could be seen clearly.
He moved his head.
There was a rusty rubbing sound from the neck, clack clack, stiff and sluggish.
hungry.
The intense hunger was like a fiery flame, burning his internal organs, spreading wildly along the icy bones and blood, tormenting his body like scratching his heart.
Some kind of chaotic and vague desire rises.
He longed to eat.
Eager to bite the teeth, tear the skin, chew the muscles, the warm blood poured into the mouth, mixed with the fragments of the fresh flesh, and flowed down the cold throat into the dead body.
The young man stood up slowly.
He didn't seem to be able to fully control his limbs, his joints made harsh creaking noises, his movements were stiff, and he walked forward uncoordinated like a broken doll.
hungry.
very hungry.
Every cell in the body is aching with appetite and hunger.
The ears are overly sensitive in the body's functions, collecting the fine sounds from the outside world with extremely high efficiency, as if instinctively telling him where to find food.
He shuffled and walked out slowly.
- Outside, there seems to be a sound.
However, before taking a few steps outside, the young man stopped.
He turned his head to look at the minced meat and corpses lying on the ground. The scene in his field of vision was still blurred and delayed, but he could see the round, bloody sphere outside, covered with a light layer of light. , an almost imperceptible halo.
The young man tilted his head in confusion and stared at it for a long time.
His sense of smell and instinct were telling him that the piece of meat was inedible.
But there was another faint voice whispering in his heart, urging him to move forward.
The youth obeyed it.
He walked slowly to the head, bent down stiffly, his slender fingers were pale, and the fingertips were stained with dark blood that had already solidified. He held the head.
"Crack" a crisp sound.
Dark necrotic tissue fluid and pulpy brains flowed out from the cracked skull, instantly staining the ground black.
The young man thought for a while, then put his fingers into the head, and his fingers sluggishly stirred the remaining brain tissue, making a gurgling sound.
After a minute,
He slowly pulled out his fingers, and a dull gray spar was lying in the palm of his palm, which had long been invisible, and black pus and blood was still flowing down.
hungry.
Instinct told him not to eat.
But very hungry.
The young man stuffed the spar into his mouth and bit it down with sharp canine teeth. The hard shell instantly shattered under the pressure, and the next second, a strange warm current flowed into his stomach.
The layer of darkness that had been covered in front of him seemed to have dissipated a little, and the vision became a little clearer.
… good to eat.
Kind of like... some kind of round... hard... sphere...
colorful...
Sweet
Wait... what is sweet
The young man squatted in front of the cracked skull, lowered his head, racked his brains, and thought hard.
After a few minutes, he still hadn't come up with anything.
The young man stood up from the corpse, turned and walked towards the place where he had just come out - in his vague and short memory, he remembered that there was also something that looked very similar to the ground in front of him - but this one was broken into pieces One piece, and that one is whole.
He quickened his pace expectantly.
Would that be tastier
He reached out and grabbed the head of the corpse, knocked it on the ground, and then picked up a smaller, duller spar, stuffed it into his mouth, crunched it and swallowed it. .
- It seems to be about the same.
Young people are a little disappointed.
And he was still hungry.
He stood up, ready to leave the narrow room in front of him.
At this moment, in his gradually clear vision, the young man saw a vague outline in the mirror covered with cracks on the wall.
The man who appeared in the mirror was tall, with handsome features, his eyes were a lifeless iron gray, and his eyes were covered with a bleak shadow. of blood.
He tilted his head.
The man in the mirror also tilted his head.
But this is not my face.
A vague thought rose from the young man's mind.
The concept of "I" began to take shape in his brain.
The young man raised his hand slowly, looking at the unfamiliar figure in the mirror and raised his hand as well.
- I don't know this person.
Then who is "I"
It was as if something very important was missing in the body, as if the broken gears couldn't fit together precisely, and the brain couldn't turn normally.
He froze for a moment, then turned around and staggered out of the narrow room.
Still hungry.
Nothing seems to be important except eating.
The youth staggered and walked out of the apartment.
There were several rotting corpses scattered on the floor of the corridor, and the sultry heat like a steamer further contributed to the stench in the air, making the small space appear more cramped and compact.
He knocked on the heads of several corpses on the ground.
Some corpses had those light gray crystals in their brains, but some didn't—the young man slowly realized that there were crystals in the corpses with a halo around their heads, but the gray corpses had crystals in them. His brain was empty, with nothing but rancid black water.
Soon, his vision was completely clear, and even the movement of his limbs seemed much smoother.
The young man later returned to the room where he woke up once.
He was disappointed to see that the image in the mirror was only slightly clearer than before, and the white veil covering his eyes had been removed—but other than that, there was almost no change.
Still the same unfamiliar face.
He left the room in despair.
He has basically explored the entire residential building, and he has also encountered other people with pale skin and stiff limbs, who are slowly swaying in the dark corridors - except that their bodies are more broken than their own, and the missing parts Except for a little more than himself, other places are basically the same as himself.
Their eyes were dull, and they didn't respond to the youth at all. Even if their heads were smashed open by the youth and the crystal blocks in their heads were taken out, they would not respond.
Their stupidity disappointed the youth.
The young man slowly swayed down the corridor. When passing a room, his pace paused slightly, and he turned and walked inward.
Every room here seems to be similar.
But for some reason, this room gave him a very familiar feeling.
There was a decomposed corpse lying beside the bed, its head was hanging down, and there was a big black hole in the back of its head - the young man's gaze swept across his head indifferently, and he could already see that there was no such thing in his head. Yuanyuan delicious food, he lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the empty palm of the other party.
For no reason, he always felt that the other party seemed to be holding something in his hand.
The young man frowned.
He stared at the bed in front of him in confusion. The sheets were dirty, but the dents on them clearly showed that they had been laid on.
The feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something important struck again, and quickly enveloped him completely.
It was as if something was trying to break out of the cage in his mind.
The young man stood blankly in the center of the room, the sun rising and setting outside the window, the room was bright and dark, dark and bright, for him, the passage of time seemed to be completely unnoticed.
Finally, slowly, slowly, two vague words emerged from the depths of the blocked memory.
The youth spent another half an hour trying to figure out what those two words were.
- Go.
-build.
... Gossiu.
Gossi
The young man moved, the joints made creaking noises, and the expression on his face was still dull and sluggish. He slowly turned around and walked out, but he was still thinking about the two characters that jumped into his mind inexplicably.
Gossi... is that his name
Whether it is or not, he has decided that he will be called this name from now on.
The pronunciation of these two words is very good.
Young people are very satisfied.
He came to the corridor and turned to look at the countless pieces of furniture blocking the stairs.
Before today, he had passed by this place countless times, swaying past the furniture blocking the stairs, but it had never caught his attention once.
After all, these things don't move, they're forever dead, they don't glow, and they don't have tasty spheres in them.
Every time, Ge Xiu ignored its existence and continued to move forward.
However, this time, for no very specific reason, he suddenly wanted to leave from here.
He didn't know why he had such thoughts.
But he did so.
After half an hour.
There was a huge "crash" sound from the door of the building, and countless tattered furniture poured out from the narrow doorway, and dust was flying all over the sky. A pale, sluggish young man slowly got up from it.
Ge Xiu stood up straight, stumbled over the obstacle in front of him, and continued to walk forward.
The other walking corpses looked away in disappointment and staggered away.
Ge Xiu caught a man passing by, and skillfully knocked open his head, took out a dull gray crystal, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and ate it.
He swallowed the remaining residue in his mouth, looked up at the empty and barren city in front of him, his eyes slowly lit up.
In his eyes, every one of his kind who passed by was a walking food.
-so good.
For the next three days, Ge Xiu roamed the city, occasionally catching a fellow who stumbled past him, smashing its skull open, pulling out crystals, and eating as he continued aimlessly towards go before.
Some walking corpses will not resist, and will only be smashed to pieces in a sluggish manner.
Their crystals tend to be unpalatable and bland.
Some walking dead will resist - their crystals will be delicious.
Ge Xiu quickly learned to be picky eaters.
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On this day, Ge Xiu was wandering in the street. He suddenly heard the noisy sound of the engine coming from the end of the road. During the exchange of fire, it exploded in the empty buildings. It was so vivid and real that it instantly attracted countless eager eyes.
The corpse began to move.
Ge Xiu raised his head and sniffed the wind blowing.
The long-deposited instinct suddenly became active, and the hunger that he had ignored for a long time suddenly began to burn again.
—It was the smell of fresh flesh.
Gossiu began to drool.
The author has something to say: Zombies: I beg, let him leave this world, really, I can't live anymore