Doomsday infection gibberish

He saw that the stomach of the person he hit had been completely opened, and his intestines were leaking out.

Even though he is injured like this, he is still moving, can he still live?

The fat man's eyes widened in disbelief. He saw the man's face covered with blood, and a pair of gray eyeballs staring at him strangely, with an expression like a hungry beast seeing its prey.

The next second, the "man" suddenly opened his mouth, revealing the extremely sharp teeth inside, and even pulled out several threads with sticky saliva mixed with blood.

"Roar~" A hoarse roar came from the "person"'s throat.

The fat man was excited, and a feeling of dizziness rushed straight to his forehead.

"I...Oh my God!" He shouted in fright, his legs went weak and he knelt down on the asphalt road.

However, the fat man's timidity saved him once. His suddenly collapsed body just escaped the bloody mouth of the "person" who rushed towards him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The fat man shouted three times in a row, and crawled out from under the "person's" crotch.

He stood up staggeringly and ran away, followed by the sound of messy footsteps behind him.

The fat man looked back in fear. There were countless "people" with gray faces in the crowded cars, and they were hurriedly chasing him. There were more or less blood stains on the bodies of those "people".

Such scenes reminded him of some scenes in movies.

The end of the world...

Dead Rising...

Countless ideas came flooding in.

"There are damn zombies! If I had known they wouldn't come out, it would be better to stay at home at this time! How unlucky! Someone come and save me!" the fat man thought as he ran.

Fatty's home is a single-family villa. Because his rich parents are already married after their divorce, he doesn't want to live with either of them, so he has always lived alone. He can often hold parties at home with his friends.

If he were at home now, as long as he locked the door, he would not be afraid even if dozens of zombies came outside! After all, the security system of the villa is very good. Not to mention zombies, even thieves who can climb the wall cannot get in.

But...he is indeed outside now!

And not only was he out there...he was in a car accident...

Not only was he in a car accident... he was being chased by a horde of zombies.

"Huhu..." The fat man had not run 100 meters, but he was already breathing heavily and his legs were struggling to run.

He had never resented the fat on his body so much. He could feel the fat on his belly trembling with every step he took.

Seeing the zombies behind him getting closer and closer, Fatty secretly made a decision, and he climbed over the railing of the viaduct while panting.

This section of the expressway happens to be on a viaduct, and under the bridge is a relatively wide river in the city, about 10 meters long.

Fatty actually knows how to swim. The last time he swam was when he was in the third grade of junior high school. At that time, he was still a rich and handsome man at the school level.

Since entering high school, his parents have divorced, and the fat man's life has become more and more decadent. The muscles on his body have turned into fat, all fitness exercises and studies have been wasted, and daily life has become a matter of eating, drinking and having fun.

He was not sure whether he could successfully swim back to the shore after jumping into the river.

Just die, it's better to drown than to be bitten to death by so many zombies...

The fat man thought this and was about to jump down as soon as he closed his eyes.

Just as his body was falling, a pair of strong hands grabbed his arm.

When the fat man opened his eyes to look, he was suddenly startled and broke into a cold sweat.

One of the fastest zombies was grabbing his arm, pulling the fat man back, and while pulling back, put the arm into its own mouth.

"I am your ancestor!" The fat man turned pale with fright. He waved his arms desperately to get rid of the zombies, and more and more zombies came running over.

"Puff"

"ah!"

The sound of flesh and blood being torn was accompanied by the fat man's painful screams.

A large piece of flesh and blood on his arm was bitten off by the zombie. At the same time, the fat man broke free from the zombie's restraints and his body fell rapidly.

"Heaven is going to kill me, Song Zhijie!" He wailed, and his body weighing more than 300 kilograms hit the water like a heavy bomb, causing a large wave of water.

In his opinion, the zombie virus in the movie will be spread through blood, otherwise so many zombies would not suddenly appear on this section of the road, and the characteristics of the zombies correspond to the plots of those movies. If nothing unexpected happens

, even if he survives, he will turn into a zombie soon.

"How about... if we don't struggle anymore, we'll just drown..." Fatty thought, but the sudden fall into the water made his eardrums sting.

The instinct of his body made him struggle unconsciously. The stimulation of the river water made the wound on the fat man's arm more painful, but this pain also made him more conscious.

He worked hard to adjust his breathing, and his muscles' memory of swimming began to slowly recover.

"Plop-plop-plop..." The sound of falling water echoed throughout the river. Some of the zombies on the viaduct were attracted by the smell of blood on the fat man's body, and they all jumped into the river regardless of their own safety.

"This bastard won't even let me live in peace!" The fat man cursed and swam harder to the shore.

When the fat man climbed up the river bank, the scene before him plunged him into even greater panic.

He hid behind the stone pier on the river bank and looked at the streets ten meters away, which were full of zombies, countless hoarse roars and car horns, and the music in the car was playing at the same time.

There are also the wails of human beings, and many people, like Fatty, are helpless in the face of sudden zombies and unbelievable disasters, and are bitten and tortured by the zombies until they become one of them.

"Calm down...you have to calm down, Song Zhijie! Haven't you turned into a zombie yet? One more day to live is one more day!" The fat man's face was livid, and he forced himself to calm down.

"By the way, mom and dad... mobile phones... look for your mobile phones!" The fat man muttered and went to touch his pants pockets, but they were empty.

Only then did he remember that his cell phone was in the sports car.

Unable to contact his family, Fatty felt even more depressed, but he was afraid of pain! He was afraid of death! Now he had no other idea except running away.

He took off the base T-shirt he was wearing underneath and simply wrapped the wound on his arm a few times to prevent bleeding and infection.

Then he fled along the river bank.

Fatty hid and hid along the way, walking on usually unoccupied paths and hiding in large trash cans on the side of the road for the night. In this way, he could not only smell the smell of living people, but also find some expired but well-packaged food.

food.

Later, he accidentally saw some signs for "Emerging Industrial Park Refuges" and started looking for them.

Finally, he arrived here on the fourth day after the virus outbreak.

Just when the fat man thought he was about to be saved and was happily queuing up to wait for the examination and introducing himself to the people around him, the wound on his arm was discovered by one of the women.

Hence the current scene. Several black guns were pointing at him. People around him were avoiding him. The originally well-organized team suddenly dispersed.