Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Request for Leave

June 9th, Light Rain.

In previous years, today would be the end of the college entrance exam. Unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis, social order has fallen. This year, there will be no college entrance exam.

It has been half a month since the last diary entry. The feeling of hiding from the zombies in the room is really not that good.

Fortunately, there is internet here, so I can still write novels.

Food and water are getting less and less. Every time I go out to look for resources, I have to take a huge risk. In order to prevent the zombies from biting me, I have to use tape to wrap my clothes and bare skin.

I really miss the days in the hospital. At least there are still living people like me. Now that I look out of the window to the street, I haven't seen a living person for a long time.

Speaking of which, zombies bite people and turn them into zombies. Then, will zombies bite zombies and turn them into humans?

Huh?

Why is there knocking on the door?

Someone is knocking on the door and talking at the same time?!

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

Is it true?

How do they know that I am hiding here?

Also, I don't see any living people moving around outside the window. Did I miss something?

Anyway, it is a good thing that someone came to save me. I will go out and take a look first. Let's end the diary here.

…

No, those are not humans. They are zombies!

(Scribbled handwriting)

Looks like I don't have time to write tonight's novel. I have to think of a safe way to deal with them.

(Scribbled handwriting)

(End of chapter)