Doomsday arrived.
Since when do not know, I do not know what the reason is, it is that suddenly surprised to see no one noticed, the perception in my inside. The sky suddenly become cold and gray, a shadow mask on a warm sun, blazing orange hint of rotting green. Cold and stagnant atmosphere of the space occupied by the haze spread.
I looked up.
But at the moment, I seem to see all around the line of sight all pause, focus, tightly nailed my face. I was stunned, and froze in place, full of palms sweat. I do not know how long stalemate, the watch hands freeze as imprinted in my field of vision, as if over a full century of effort to hurry to go forward one space.
"despair."
Second hand slowly, moving, then stopped. I hold your breath, teeth tightly, maybe a little body trembling, but I have to be here to hide my breath.
Second.
This second, then suddenly time to restore the normal flow. Those furrowed my eyes suddenly scattered away, like a Road spotlight eyes began to sweep docked elsewhere. I finally let go of her hand and felt cold sweat exposed to a burst of cold air. Long out of breath, I almost want to shake off the force in general.
One day the end of the world, bland filled with dead air of the morning, stiff zombies who did not see through my poor disguise. I successfully incorporated them into the same, even though it makes me extremely disgusted, but I survived.
Land of the Dead were walking with, wandering aimlessly. I saw them twos and even a lot of people together, issued the same hoarse laugh cry huddled in the corner in front of the dead body. The original zombie will also do go hand in hand, I watched them do not hesitate to cut open the corpse, eating, and even issued the same call signal lead to more zombies together around the corpse destruction, bite.
I had to in the past, but I felt a pang of panic. And then move near some of you will be aware, I have to do that kind of thing it is perceived, then I would be treated like this?
I do not know, I do not know how to do.
Three days later, at noon, the same is no change in the day. Living Dead streets dotted with sudden bustle. Someone - a man, struggling to run the scene. They quickly ran across from my eyes, I did not recognize their kind, and even quickly to a shot at me.
Was hit, then it must be exposed. I tried to flash, careful to protect themselves from injury. The two men glanced at one side, but ran forward quickly.
But in this street only.
Bored wandering on the streets of zombies who all of a sudden come together to speed as much as two men frantically to catch up - I do not know the words with emotion described the dead people are fit - so I zombies are mixed in the group to go there Bay, while desperately not to be paying attention to the zombies were hurt.
Of course, no match for the speed of human zombies, but especially the living dead who surrounded the case came from all directions. I saw one of them turned his head, revealing a scarred face and a frightened look.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
He spoke, not for me to say. I saw his companions at the time yet to react, with some slack surprised expression suddenly changed direction. The man pushed his companions severely behind, to fall to the side, undead Shen Zhaoshou, suddenly laughed loudly and screamed in general.
I also Shenzhe Shou, instinctively want to catch him, and then his face was full of blood paste. This is the reason I learned early on that result, I saw that people were ripped through the heart, can not help but loudly Tonghu up. Tears in vain to wash the stain on his face, but for the already solidified crust of blood there is not any use. He desperately, but also desperately, loudly for help than before the escape, facing just abandon his companions cried out his hand. But that does not make sense, do not know how long, I can not take your eyes off under the watchful eye of the man's skin gradually becomes Qinghui, the alarming eyes wide open, mouth torn open. What is surprising is that even if his face is painted the same as empty than full even before the body of zombies and pleasant expression. Look at him throwing the man, but still did not leave, but stood there laughing with the undead together, she had not turned out to be the living face.
I suddenly felt the biting chill.
"Hey, I said, you look at that guy."
Suddenly he patted the shoulder, I suddenly called the Cold War, to go back a little stiff. Girl laughing with a hand on my shoulder, another finger to the crowd the center.
"You see that guy, really funny burst her where's the courage to talk back? Well the result was way things turned out."
I look back to the central crowd, just still crying girl has no tears, just bit his lower lip trembling constantly, stood vainly clenched fist. She obeyed, I know, from her silence to know. Her side shirk the responsibility of the child is still kept saying, backwards grievances, can not hide the mouth is laughing.
"Just three days ago that boring guy the same thing, obviously good enough to admit, but we will not say anything." Draped over the shoulder of the arm tightened suddenly, I turned round and saw me at the same table with a smile moving their faces near.
"Hey, do you think?"
I do not see any smile from her eyes.
The sun still shines on the window above the rows and rows of desks, air is sultry summer before, but I have chills. With the line of sight around her voice down, one to work together once again to focus on me, long ago exactly the same time and I want to speak out to refute. They all look like living, they looked at my face not treat the living. Their eyes tightly pinned my body, piercing the heart penetrate the defense.
I looked down.
My every day is the last day.