Zombie Crisis Doomsday

After the shouting, there were waves of panicked footsteps. Zhang Yu felt his head was dizzy. He couldn't tell what was real and what was illusion...

(Hmm, wet...what is this?).

Zhang Yu felt that something seemed to be stuck on his face, it was a little warm, but it was wet, and it was also a little sticky.

(What on earth is this?).

He immediately opened his eyes, but this time there was no difficulty, and his eyelids no longer felt as heavy as lead.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of undulating mountains. Above the mountains is a familiar face, and above the face is a snow-white ceiling.

This person, she was staring at him with tearful eyes. Those wet things, slightly sticky, were the tears flowing from her eyes. The tears cut through the air and dripped on his face,

But as soon as she saw him open his eyes, she immediately wiped away her tears with her right hand, a smile of joy appeared on her face, but she felt like she wanted to say but couldn't.

She is enduring it.

"W-where is this?" Zhang Yu's head was still a little dazed, so he asked this seemingly silly question.

Just as she was about to answer, he twisted his head and looked around. The twisting process of his head rubbed against the soft pillow under his head, making the back of his head very comfortable. He couldn't help but squeeze in, trying to squeeze

Into a softer place.

Zhang Yu didn't know that this small movement made her blush.

Only then did he realize that he was in a classroom full of books. This classroom was very spacious, with the windows open and the curtains blowing in the breeze. Rows of bookcases were placed on the edges of the classroom walls, and the books on the bookcases were

It was arranged in a messy manner. There were twenty or thirty primary school students in the classroom. They were all gathered around him. The oldest was only eleven or twelve years old. Their faces were all very pale, like a group of seriously ill patients.

Their faces were full of curiosity, and their big smart eyes always revealed their curiosity about Zhang Yu, a foreigner. He could see that they were staring at him curiously, and there were many little ones among them.

The child covered his face, but in fact, they secretly opened the gaps between their fingers and looked at him through the gaps.

He wanted to laugh, why are they doing this? Is there something on his face?

He looked at the place where he was. It was on the floor near the snow-white wall. His backpack was leaning against the wall and could be touched with his hand. The backpack seemed to have been opened because several zippers were not yet open.

After zipping it up, the ten centimeter long zipper gap is still there.

(Has anyone touched it? Oh, maybe I forgot to zip it up...).

When Zhang Yu mentioned the word touch, he immediately thought of the soft touch coming from his left hand. From the moment he lost consciousness to the present, the thing that impressed him most deeply was the softness he held in his left hand.

Zhang Yu turned his head and looked around unconsciously, and then realized that his left hand was holding a delicate white jade hand, but who was the owner of this jade hand?

That beautiful face comes to mind.

He looked up along the slender arms, and that beautiful face appeared in his retina again, but strangely, this face seemed to have turned red, and he thought it was very cute. Above this beautiful face, there was always

The ceiling remains unchanged, with five or six light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

At this time, his cheek caught the tears dripping from her eyes again.

The wet tears made Zhang Yu's head completely clear. Only then did he notice that he, he turned out to be...

His head actually lay on her plump and soft thighs, and his hand kept grabbing her hand. No wonder when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the undulating mountains of this woman, and then he came to this woman's

face.

Only then did Zhang Yu remember her name. She was a teacher at this school, and her name was Han Lu. She used to wear glasses, but now she doesn't. No wonder he didn't recognize her at first glance, but she just felt familiar.

He smiled awkwardly. In fact, when a physiologically normal man leans on a woman's lap, two things can easily happen. One is an accident, and the other is a story. The one party to the accident is definitely the man, and the one to the story is definitely two people.

He is not the kind of male animal who lowers his body to think and act. At least he still has sense.

He let go of her hand and tried to use his elbows to prop himself up and sit up. As a result, a sharp pain suddenly came from his left hand, and the owner naturally grimaced in pain.

However, this stubborn guy still managed to bend his body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat up, this woman named Han Lu hugged him into her arms and cried desperately on his shoulders. The two of them were in different positions, with Zhang Yu on his side.

The wall was facing the wall, and her back was facing the wall. In this way, his entire left arm was covered by two soft masses.

He is not a fool, so he naturally understands what these two so-called soft balls are. In fact, every woman has them, they are just bigger, smaller, or plump.

These two things were rubbing against his arms. Maybe some sexy young men would erect their upper body first when encountering this situation, but his mind was not on that, because her crying had already troubled him since he was a child.

Growing up, what he feared most was women crying.

Because he feels that this is not domineering enough, and he will cry and cry non-stop whenever something happens. When he is with such a person, he does not feel the slightest sense of security. The most important thing is - it is very noisy and troublesome.

"Hey, I..." He wanted her to stop screaming, but he didn't know what to say.

As she listened, more liquid poured out of her eyes, like a flooded river, soaking half of his clothes. He looked at the children, hoping to get their help, but these

The guys actually...all hid in the corner and drew circles on the floor with their fingers.

With the flow of liquid, she screamed like a resentful woman abandoned by a heartless man, "I thought you were dead, you dead person, why are you so stupid! Do you know how deep the scar is on your left hand! You bastard

Fool! Fool! Fool!”

This sentence is very ambiguous, at least it sounds very ambiguous to Zhang Yu, but there is also a question, why does she care about herself so much?

Zhang Yu didn't think too much, because there would be no results if he continued thinking about it, so it would be better to ask her directly.

His eyes went around a face that was crying on his shoulder, and looked at his left arm. At this time, most of his left arm was tightly wrapped in gauze, as if his left arm was tied up.

It looked like a mummy, but Zhang Yu still found a few scars on the skin exposed outside the gauze, which looked terrifying.

In fact, he also knew that when his left arm was hit by a stone, most of the muscles were ripped out. If viewed directly with the naked eye, it would definitely be more terrifying than the scene of killing a pig. However, he had already seen it.

I'm used to it, because there is no rotten flesh on the zombie's body.

He asked her, "The gauze you wrapped on me?"

She whined in reply, unable to hear the first few words clearly, and the following words were curses, "You idiot, you idiot!"

But Zhang Yu can probably guess that the first few words are mostly modal particles such as um um um.

She whined again, and Zhang Yu heard it clearly this time, "I wrapped it with the gauze in your backpack and disinfected it for you, so you don't have to worry about infection..."

"Thank you." He looked at her from the side and said weakly. Although he was weak, his heart was the most sincere, which could be seen in his eyes.