Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 1 Origin of the End Times
In 3000 AD, a devastating disaster broke out in country A.

This is an unforgettable day for countless people. Many people will never forget when their fate changed.

The sky is blue and cloudless.

People's busy day has begun, and people passing by are everywhere on the road.

Who would have noticed that there were patches of dark clouds floating in the distance, and when everyone found out, the sky was completely covered by dark clouds and there was no light at all.

All the people who went out stopped at the same time, looking at the tumbling black clouds, the gloomy crowd couldn't breathe.

A kind of uneasiness emanating from the bottom of their hearts made everyone want to escape, as if behind the dark clouds were man-eating mouths.

After the "rumbling" thunder, a drizzle began.

People caught the rainwater that fell from their bodies. It was bright red in color and had a faint fishy smell.

No one knows why their steps slow down?
No one knows, why don't they find a place to hide from the rain?
as time flows.

The people on the road stopped completely, with dull faces, forgetting who they are?Forget why they're here until you forget everything else.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the rain of blood disappeared, but the sky was covered with a layer of tulle, which made people look so unreal.

The people who came out behind looked at the people who came out before, as if they were petrified.

"Are you all right!"

"What happen to you guys?"

"Do you need to take you to the hospital?"

……

For a moment, there were only questions left in the world, and there was no answer.

"Tick, tick."

Is this the sound of clocks ticking by, or the sound of the few remaining heartbeats.

Those motionless bodies moved, and with stiff steps, they threw the person closest to them to the ground, biting their neck tightly.

A cry for help, a curse, a moan of pain, until the last whimper.

With the birth of zombies, the gate of hell will be completely opened, and there will be no peace in the world.

A full 100 years.

In this last days, human beings have found a place, and the number of people who survived is less than one in ten thousand before the last days.

People die every day, or become another kind of existence, that is, zombies.

Zombies?

Transformed by humans, they don't eat anything but people, the ones that are alive.

A good life becomes a game of survival, asking for nothing but to live, to live.

Those who survived live in despair every day, can they only live in such a humble way?
Maybe God finally heard this helpless plea, maybe it felt that the punishment was enough.

This is also an unforgettable day, and it is also a day that people will never forget until they die.

The gray sky returned to blue, as if the tulle had been removed.

The long-lost sunshine illuminates every dark corner of the world.

All the zombies with scarlet eyes stopped their stiff steps, raised their stiff necks, and looked at the fiery red sun in the sky.

They forgot to move, they forgot their stomachs that could never be filled, they forgot everything, and they seemed to be thinking about something?
I do not know how long it has been.

"Woooo!"

Intermittent cries kept ringing, how long they hadn't spoken, not because they didn't want to, but because they forgot.

"We're back to being human."

"Have we really turned back into humans?"

This sound of anticipation, when seeing the scarlet eyes of the other party, found the answer.

(End of this chapter)