Who asked him to cultivate immortality!

July 18, sunny day.

We were finally arriving at the hospital. My safe house was only five blocks away from the hospital. Before the zombie crisis, it would have taken me half an hour to get there, but now it took me a full ten days.

Zombies wandering the streets, zombies that have evolved minds and disguised as humans... are all obstacles. The armed team has turned into zombies, and only the doctor and I are left.

During this period, I was also involved in an internal fight between two groups of survivors. I can't understand why they still want to fight for power under such circumstances. Why don't you follow my example in writing novels?

Fortunately, I was smart and took the doctor to escape before they could fight and attract zombies. I wonder how many of the two groups would survive this incident.

This is no longer something I can think about. The most important thing now is to go to the hospital to explore the secrets of zombies.

It's so strange. When I left the hospital, I was in a hurry and didn't notice anything unusual about the hospital. But now I see that the hospital is really weird.

The hospital isn't even surrounded by iron fences, otherwise I wouldn't have escaped easily. This is contrary to common sense.

And there are no zombies approaching the hospital, as if there is something scary inside.

The doctor and I both noticed something strange. The two of us decided to stay in the building opposite the hospital tonight to observe the hospital's trends and discuss a plan of action.

Strange, was it because I was dazzled? Someone left the hospital, but the wandering zombies were indifferent.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, and the novel may not be written.