The first few days were the hardest -we couldn’t tell the infected from the non-infected.
So many could have been saved, but they weren’t. In times of crisis, anyone would tell a lie to survive… Ironically, it wasn’t the zombies that we feared the most, it was the hidden danger of someone around you suddenly turning into one.
—– A journal entry from a survivor in Southern Plains
It didn’t take long for us to realise that the net in Southern Plains had been completely sealed up; we couldn’t send information in or out of the city. Even finding out which areas had been hit by the zombie virus was impossible.
Yet this wasn’t even the worst case scenario yet, as long as the virus was contained to this city. But if the situation had gotten to the point like in the movies where the entire Gaia was infected… well, let’s hope there are some friendly aliens nearby to help us…
In actuality, such aliens did exist. There was no grand conspiracy to hide their existence or some explosive first contact, they were simply immigrants from Gaia itself. But to the people on the planet, it just felt odd to call them anything other than aliens…
Now that I had confirmed I wasn’t going to turn into a zombie anytime soon, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, though the apprehension did not lessen.
Even Qiao Jiaojiao, young as she was (11 years old), had seen a zombie flick, so she knew full well the dangers of our current situation.
Furthermore, the mysterious sealing off of this city added to our worries of an apocalyptic future.
At this point, no one would think ill of a person for crying in a lone cubicle.
“I still think we should have a look outside, and if possible, find out the reason for this virus.” As the most mature one here, Bitong took the lead in voicing her daring plan and the logic behind it. “That service lady definitely turned into a zombie, but we are unaffected so far. That means this virus isn’t spreading through the air. Our food should be the same as those service staff as well. Based on this, we can come to this initial conclusion. The food and water here aren’t the cause of the virus, probably…”
“There should be chaos outside right now.” I thought for a second. “How about… I be the one to go out and check instead?”
For the most part, there weren’t many people in the area we lived in. It wasn’t tourist season, and the inn we booked was pricey to begin with. Barring that unfortunate couple, the majority of the guests stayed elsewhere.
As for why this particular suite was so expensive, that’s because it had its own hot spring. The room itself was twenty times larger than an ordinary room. In fact, that ill-fated service lady was specially picked out by the inn to serve these suites only.
Back onto more important matters… Now that a zombie outbreak was a done deal, we needed to figure out the situation as soon as possible. Doubly so, because we had no rations on us -as if there was anyone who would go travelling with a tub of apocalypse supplies, am I right?
“Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!”
Yet just as we were discussing our next plan of action, the doorbell rang.
Wary, I motioned for everyone to stay quiet, then quietly crept up to the door. The door was still in see-through mode, so I could clearly see what was on the other side.
A beautiful blonde lady, dressed in a tight, long, black dress, stood fidgeting uneasily outside our door. Her eyes kept darting about as she hammered the doorbell.
It’s that lady we met just now! Don’t think I don’t recognise you just because you have clothes on!
In all likelihood, she didn’t feel safe in her empty room so she was here seeking shelter. Seeing how pitiful she looked, I decided to be a nice guy and open the door for her.
Yet the moment I opened up my door, she violently coiled away and shrieked, “AHHHH! Don’t bite me!”
“Hey. Watch what you’re saying, I’m still normal. Not a zombie…” I unhappily retorted, then grabbed her hand, and yanked her into the room. “See!”
She immediately tried to fight back, but she quickly came to her senses upon hearing what I said. Deep down, she probably knew I wasn’t a zombie even before I said so. After all, if I had really turned, Bitong and the others would have run screaming out of the room already. Even if they didn’t, she would have heard the commotion in our room.
This wasn’t me bragging or anything… but zombies clearly weren’t smart enough to open electronic doors.
“Phew… scared me for a second there.” She patted her bountiful chest then deliberately expressed her surprise. “You aren’t lying or anything, right? All that business with getting bit and all that.”
“And what exactly would I even gain by doing that? Look, you can just check the wound yourself…”
I raised my left shoulders to allow her to inspect the area, only to find that even the scars were gone now.
Also, why did I even wear short sleeves? I could have just avoided this whole ordeal if I had sleeves! And why do I even have to explain myself to her? How stupid can I get?
“What wound?” She unabashedly reached out for my left shoulder and pulled it closer to herself for a look. “Your skin is even better than mine!!
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