I'm not really a zombie

Familiar feeling.

Ever since his parents were accidentally killed in a fire, Lin Fang has been haunted by nightmares from time to time.

He couldn't remember what happened in the dream, but he could remember the feeling of darkness, helplessness, despair, and inescapable suffocation.

It's the same this time.

He remembered his struggle and fear in the dream, but the next moment, he sat up abruptly.

Lin Fang belatedly realized that he was sitting on a single bed in the warehouse of the convenience store, his legs were covered with a dirty plaid quilt whose original color was unclear, and the old-fashioned light bulb was emitting dim light on the roof of the warehouse. Below are goods stacked haphazardly.

This is the convenience store warehouse where he has worked for a year.

Lin Fang looked at his hands in disbelief, what is he, is he back?

Or, was everything just a dream of his?

Obviously this is the most reasonable explanation at the moment.

But for some reason, Yuan Ling's watery eyes suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

that boy...

Is it really a dream?

Will there be such a real dream?

Does the person in the dream still have a name?

Lin Fang felt a headache and was a little dizzy. He subconsciously touched his pocket, remembering that there was prepared candy in his pocket, but found nothing, and there was no other pocket.

Without thinking too much, he leaned against the wall to find some candy in the goods to eat.

The location of this convenience store is not very good, there are not many people coming and going, many products will not be sold out, even if there are discounts, few people patronize.So the store manager allowed those workers to "properly" bring back some "slow-moving" products, which were counted as employee benefits.

For example, the hard candy that Lin Fang ate.

Lin Fang leaned against the wall and came to the random pile of goods, carefully squatted down to find a bag of hard candies, opened two pieces and stuffed them into his mouth.

After feeling better, he grabbed another handful of hard candy and stuffed it into his pocket, then got up and planned to go out to have a look.

I don't know how long he slept, but he remembered that he fell asleep when he got off work at [-] o'clock yesterday afternoon.

I don't know what time it is now. Judging by the brightness in the warehouse, it doesn't seem to be night.

At night in the warehouse, there is only one old-fashioned light bulb, and the room will have a completely yellow feeling, but now he feels that the warehouse as a whole is quite bright, the whole is quite bright, and it feels very transparent.

Lin Fang couldn't tell what was wrong, so he went to pull the doorknob, but it didn't open.He was a little puzzled and tried his best, but the door remained indifferent.

Strange, this door was easy to open before?

So he held the doorknob with both hands, and at the same time, he stepped on the wall with his left foot and pulled it desperately.

The door didn't open.

……

Lin Fang tried many methods but failed to open the warehouse door.

He gave up temporarily, sat down against the wall, and was wiping his fresh sweat with the towel he found on the bed.

In any case, I can't figure out what's wrong with the door that usually opens when I pull it. Why can't I open it? Is it locked from the outside?

He paused while wiping his sweat, but it was indeed possible.

Maybe the store manager thought he had gone home, so he locked the door of the warehouse by the way.Although he usually locks the door before leaving get off work, other people seldom come back here.

Forget it, consider yourself unlucky, and wait until the door opens tomorrow. Anyway, there is food and drink here and you won't starve to death.

Lin Fang wiped his sweating hand to the side of his neck, and wiped the sweat-soaked towel on the side of his neck unsuspectingly. The severe pain, as if he was pouring salt water on the wound, hit him.

He gasped suddenly, curled his body into a ball, and waited for the sharp throbbing pain on the side of his neck to pass.

When the pain was not so severe, he slowly reached out to touch the painful place.

There are three inconspicuous protrusions.

These three bulges once again awakened Lin Fang's memory, which was the wound he left when subduing the boy named Yuan Ling.

Lin Fang stood up, his hand was still on the side of his neck, and the other hand trembled slightly.

Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?

Then, is this really the warehouse he is familiar with?