Chapter 22 Extra: A Survivor's Autobiography (for some Readers)

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My name is Sun Hao, an ordinary office worker...

There is nothing to brag about in my life. I live the same life day after day.

Get up-go to work-get off work-sleep...

Perhaps when the beautiful white-collar worker in the same company passes by, my life as calm as dead water will be disturbed.

I thought that my life would continue like this until the end.

But about two months ago, my life was no longer calm or safe.

Ha! I hope my life will continue to be boring.

Yes, the end of the world is coming.

The end of the world quickly came to me from the news on the Internet at the beginning, from the after-dinner talk at the beginning to the panic and anxiety now.

The end of the world broke out completely.

I looked through the cat's eye at home and saw the neighbor outside the door suddenly fall to the ground, then crawled up with festering all over his body and rushed to his family.

The blood and screams frightened me so much that I didn't even have the strength to move, but my subconscious told me not to scream...

In this way, I stayed in my home for about ten days.

Ironically, the small three-story studio in the outer city that I bought because of poverty became my reason to live.

-- There are few zombies, a wide view, and many small shops.

In this way, about five days later, a familiar sound of artillery fire and fighter planes suddenly descended on this city.

I excitedly tore open the newspaper on the window and looked out the window.

I saw thick smoke less than 500 meters away from the street where I was.

From time to time, there were fierce gunshots and roars, and through the gaps between the buildings, I could see huge tanks.

Holding a kitchen knife, I stood in front of the door and tried to rush out several times, but I was stunned by the faint roar of zombies outside the door, and I couldn't lift my feet.

I hated my cowardice.

Half a day later, the country's army seemed to enter the city, and then gradually disappeared.

Judging from the direction of the smoke and the tracer bullets rising from the sky, they might be going to rescue the social elites in the science and technology park, where they could also retreat.

Because of fear, I lost the opportunity to evacuate with the army...

That day, I thought a lot.

Three days later, when I saw a group of hundreds of survivors passing by the small building and walking cautiously toward the outside of the city, I mustered up all my courage and walked out of the house.

After a baseball bat blew up the head of a zombie at the corner of the building, I vomited and cried.

It turned out that it was only this zombie that made me lose my first chance to escape...

After checking whether I was bitten, the survivor team successfully accepted me.

Their leader was called Wang Shan, a man who seemed to have great leadership skills and a kind personality.

Under his leadership, we bumped along the way and successfully arrived at a small town village after losing one or two hundred survivors.

At this time, the size of our team had reached more than 2,000 people, and there were more than 100 "soldiers" holding guns.

Perhaps it was because death could inspire people's potential.

It only took us one day to transform a two-story large clothing supermarket on the edge of the town into a shelter, which looked very safe.

Because this town is an agricultural reserve town, there is a warehouse of cornmeal not far away, our life is very stable, and we don’t have to take risks to find supplies and food.

A few days passed like this.

Gradually, those soldiers with guns seemed to have bad ideas, and each of us began to worry.

Even Wang Shan, who had never panicked, had a sad face. One day, Wang Shan walked out with a sad face.

But when he came back in the afternoon, he ran back with a wild laugh.

He said that he had received the gift of God.

After that, Wang Shan punched a steel safe next to him!

Everyone was shocked, including those "soldiers" with guns, who had no other ideas.

But Wang Shan, who had received the "gift of God", seemed to be no longer the same as before. He gradually became arrogant and dictatorial.

He would not tolerate anyone pointing fingers at him, and even beat a former elder to death because of this.

From then on, we became his slaves and servants, and the food we ate every day could barely keep us alive.

Even some women were "rewarded" by him to those soldiers. The team of survivors who once worked together was gone, and it became a hell twisted by human hearts and darkness.

No one trusted others anymore, and some even killed others in order to eat more.

Even a young man named Zhao Dongming, who had a good relationship with me, escaped one night.

And what about me?

I still huddled in a corner every day, eating a little bran, with a blood-stained baseball bat next to me - this kept others from messing with me...

Until one day.

Hundreds of humanoid robots suddenly fell from the sky, and their streamlined bodies and sophisticated bionic structures shocked me, a small office worker who designed civilian drones.

The soldiers started shooting with guns, but it had no effect on these mechanical creations.

Instead, it seemed to arouse the "anger" of these robots, and dozens of soldiers fell in a pool of blood in just a blink of an eye.

Even Wang Shan, who was like a superman, had his limbs cut off by the robots in an instant.

We all thought that these robots were created by aliens and were very scared.

It was not until two huge sci-fi tanks smashed the wall that we realized that this was a mysterious force. We were not interested in whether it was an official force.

As long as we could survive, it was fine.

Several people who looked like officers came in, asked Wang Shan something and then beheaded him. Then they said a few words to the elite soldiers who came in later and walked out.

Unexpectedly, they asked us to identify the survivors who had killed people wantonly.

In order not to get into trouble, we identified all those "soldiers" and all the guys who had killed people for a little bit of chaff.

When a burst of gunfire sounded, we reacted.

Everyone cried with joy, because looking at the style of these people, we knew that they were definitely not comparable to those in Wang Shan's shelter.

This is a disciplined and orderly force.

Not long after, a large number of medium-sized trucks drove outside the shelter one after another-the soldiers asked us all to get on the truck.

When I was about to get on the truck, I suddenly saw a familiar figure among the soldiers-Zhao Dongming!

I seemed to understand something vaguely.

Then, the truck started to move. We couldn't see what was happening outside, but we could occasionally hear gunshots and even artillery fire.

About an hour later, the truck slowly stopped, and then the door of the carriage opened, and a group of soldiers with the same equipment as before asked us to get off.

We were shocked when we got off the car.

The concrete wall like a city wall surrounded a large area, and two huge fortresses stood on the left and right in front of the huge alloy gate like door gods.

The three-barreled machine gun and Gatling machine gun that we could vaguely see gave us an unparalleled sense of security.

After entering the wall, more than a dozen huge fortresses and seemingly newly built dormitory buildings, as well as various mineral warehouses shocked us deeply.

Especially when we drank a transparent liquid and felt a long-lost feeling of fullness, some people even cried.

How long has it been?

How long have we not really eaten enough?

People who have not been hungry for more than two months in a row will not know how comfortable and happy it is to be full.

As for the subsequent mining and construction work, no one complained, and no one was lazy.

Only those of us who have experienced despair and extreme hunger can understand how wonderful this life is.

Especially the sense of security brought to us by those elite soldiers and a large number of powerful armored vehicles, which made us relax our tense nerves for several months.

We believe that this force can definitely bring us security and hope.

This is not blind trust, it is just the only life-saving straw we can grasp.

Perhaps for us, being well-fed and safe is happiness...

My life seems to have returned to the state of three points and one line before, boring but full of peace.

My name is Sun Hao, an ordinary survivor.

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