It’s Annoying I Want To Eat People

Han Chi looked at Shanshan in front of him with despair in his eyes. He shouted and slashed the kitchen knife at his favorite Shanshan. At that time, he felt that he was crazy, and his mind was blank, he only knew that he was holding a kitchen knife and slashing at Shanshan desperately.     

He Yunshan’s head was cut off by him, and the broken meat, skull, brain pulp and blood splashed everywhere. He looked at the broken human tissues on the kitchen floor, his stomach suddenly turned upside down, he stood up and held the kitchen cabinet, and vomited all the dinner he had just eaten. After he vomited the dinner, his stomach still didn’t stop, and vomited sour water for a while.

There was no clean spot on his body, either his own blood or Shanshan’s blood.     

Han Chi dragged his aching body to the bedroom. When he walked to the living room, he felt a hint of warmth suddenly appear on his cold face. He reached out and touched it. It turned out to be tears.     

He went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed, too lazy to lock the door, and too lazy to deal with the wound on his shoulder, waiting for death.     

He probably understood a little, the people who were “fighting” on the street and Shanshan were no longer normal people.     

Zombies? The term flashed in his mind. Then it wouldn’t take long for him to become a walking corpse who only knew how to bite.     

Han Chi was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. There were bursts of pain in his shoulder, his brain seemed to be hollowed out, his ears began to buzz, and his body began to heat up.    

He was lying down and fell asleep for some reason. When he woke up, the pain in his shoulder was even worse. He got up and checked the time. It was 5:21 in the morning, and it was 9 hours since he was bitten. He turned on the light and walked into the living room. The living room was filled with an extremely unpleasant stench. The stench came from the kitchen.

Han Chi looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale, his whole body was covered in blood, the wound on his shoulder seemed to be inflamed, a little swollen, and pus was seeping out. He leaned closer to the mirror and carefully observed his eyeballs. Although his eyes were empty, they were not cloudy, and his teeth were normal. There was no saliva flowing out, and there was no urge to bite. Although his mind was chaotic, he still knew who he was and where he was.

The wound was so painful that he wanted to treat it simply, but he really didn’t have the courage to step into the kitchen again. He shuffled back to the room, he seemed to remember that there was more than one medicine box at home, and Shanshan usually arranged these things, and he seldom paid attention to them.

Han Chi walked into the bedroom, opened the closet, endured the pain, took off his clothes, and found two clean clothes from the closet to put on. He rummaged through the bedside table again, but couldn’t find the medicine box. He tried hard to recall, as if he suddenly thought of something, then walked to the closet and found the medicine box in the corner of the closet.

The contents of the medicine box were fairly complete. Han Chi cleaned the wound with alcohol, found some anti-inflammatory drugs to apply, and then wrapped it with gauze.

Then he stayed in the house with Shanshan’s body for two days and two nights. 

During those two days, he would occasionally look out through the glass window of his bedroom, and there seemed to be more corpses on the street. Eventually, they all stood up one by one and began to wander around.

When he calmed down, he began to analyze the cause and effect of this incident. He had seen a lot of science fiction movies, and he was also a professor. Only a virus could lead to such a large-scale siege of zombies in such a short period of time.

From Shanshan’s series of symptoms, the time from infection to complete zombie transformation should be extremely short. In that case, it could be basically determined that he was immune to this virus, not only in airborne transmission, but also in direct contact.

Since he was immune to the virus, there must be other people who were immune to it as well. The most important thing for him now was to find these surviving people and build a safe camp together.

Han Chi was immersed in the vague memories. Suddenly, someone pushed him hard, and the memories came to an abrupt end. Bean sized beads of sweat slid down his forehead and flowed into his eyes. It hurt so much that he couldn’t open his eyes. He blinked and tried to open them. In the blurred picture, he recognized that the person pushing him was Yan Han.

Yan Han was in a trance. She didn’t know when she came to the island again. Didn’t she sink to the bottom of the sea? Where was she now? The place looked familiar.

She was walking down the long corridor like a wandering ghost. It looked like the building of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Why did she come there suddenly?

She continued walking until she reached the end of the corridor. Yan Han looked at room number 902 in front of her. Whose room was this?

The door was closed, but it was strange that she could see the people inside the room through the door.

It was Han Chi. Han Chi was tied to a chair. There was a middle-aged man standing beside Han Chi. The middle-aged man said a lot to Han Chi, saying that he wanted to turn him into a zombie and avenge his son.

Son? Who was his son?