Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

June 9, light rain.

In previous years, today would be the end of the college entrance examination. Unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis and the collapse of social order, it is destined that there will be no college entrance examination this year.

It's been half a month since my last diary entry, and it's really not a good feeling to hide from zombies in the room.

Fortunately, there is Internet here, and I can still write novels.

Food and water are getting less and less. Every time you go out to search for resources, you take huge risks to prevent zombies from biting you. You also have to wrap your clothes and exposed skin with tape.

I really miss the days in the hospital. At least there are living people like me there. Now I look out the window and look at the street. It has been a long time since I saw a living person.

Speaking of zombies biting people, people will turn into zombies, but if people bite zombies, will the zombies turn into people?

Um? Why is there a knock on the door? Someone knocking on the door and talking at the same time? !

It seems to be saying that they are from the rescue team and are here to save me?

real or fake? How did they know I was hiding here?

And I didn’t see anyone moving outside the window. Did I miss it?

Anyway, it's a good thing that someone came to save me. I'll go out and take a look first, and that's all I'll write in my diary.

…

No, those are not people, they are zombies! (scrawled handwriting)

It seems that I don't have time to write the novel tonight. I have to think of a safe way to deal with them. (scrawled handwriting)