Personality Transformation in the End Times

The wind howls in the field, the sun shines on the snow, the world is covered in white but dotted with a few 'red plums', extending from one end to the other, at this time only the sound of breathing is particularly clear in this world, fear and silence linger in his heart.

"Hurry up, we can't stop, no matter what." A voice echoed in my mind, leaving no trace in this empty world, as if it was just an illusion of dying.

But no, at least someone could hear it, the boy heard it, he supported his body and turned his head, but he didn't follow the sound to find his companion, but looked at the bright red blood where it came from.

He clearly knew that there would be no other person here except himself, "It's useless, it's already the limit, enough is really enough."

The young man knelt on the icy snow, let the bright red liquid soak and melt the snow under his feet, his exhaled breath condensed into hoarfrost, hugging his shoulders did not bring any warmth to the cold body, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a mockery, "Is this really true?" Like a dead person, without any vitality."

The wound opened and blood continued to ooze, and the young man stretched his hand towards the injured leg. However, he had narrowly escaped death, and now he has consumed almost all his physical strength.

His eyes flickering and flickering, the young man made the final struggle, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, a soft light appeared in the palm of his hand, "First aid recovery." His lips trembled slightly, placing the greatest expectation, but there was no effect. The wound was still bleeding, and the ground was gradually stained red, and he slowly closed his eyes to accept it all.

Kneeling down on the ground and picking up the supposedly white snow, he found that there was an indelible mark on it—that was blood, his own blood, which stretched from his feet to the end of his sight for a long time. He told the jackal in the distance that there was a A wounded lamb awaits slaughter.

The young man knew he couldn't escape, so he accepted this fate. While the endless hunting and killing consumed his physical strength, it also consumed his desire to survive.

He is willing to bear everything, and what makes him suffer is not death and despair, but the guilt that cannot be shaken off, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, because my uselessness caused you to die together."

The young man seemed to be talking to himself, tears slid down his cheeks, but they were completely frozen before they dripped down. Facing the words, a sigh came from his mind, "I am you, the other side of you, the difference is that you control this body." body, and I live in it." So why apologize, why do you need to be sorry.

The voice ended, and the young man fell into no regrets because of these words, "Yes, you are me, but if I didn't control this body, if you were an independent person, you wouldn't die with me, all of this is wrong... The boy suddenly choked up and shouted, "If it was you, nothing would happen."

The wind drowned out the sound but it didn't matter, the boy knew that the person could hear no matter what happened, "Unfortunately there is no if." This answer was indifferent and even cruel, but it was enough to calm the boy.

"Yeah Yunshuang, there are no ifs." The young man lay in the snow, he felt death covering his body, but he was powerless to struggle, so he could only say, "The past can't be changed, so we can only pray for the future. In the future, please take control of this body and live for me."

Yunshuang didn't answer, but just said, "If there is hope in the future and we can still be together, you said that it is too pitiful to be alone." And no one can ever be replaced, especially you, Yunyu.

The young man knew the meaning of these words, but shook his head with a smile, letting the icy snow drenched his whole body, taking away the last warmth, "If there is a future, please bear this loneliness alone, after all, my existence only brings drag, not to mention Enough is enough, I'm tired and don't want to continue."

Looking at the shadows in front of him, seeing familiar and unfamiliar figures, a man in a black robe came over, blocking all the light in his field of vision, and also blocked the dirty faces of those people, the sun could no longer shine, the clouds and rain think.

The sharp dagger approached inch by inch, and the shouts gradually became indistinct. This body has already lost the sense of pain, and it doesn't matter if there are more.

Those memories of the past poured in like a tide, and the lost and gained disappeared into smoke. In the end, there was only one sentence, which echoed clearly in the dark, "I hate betrayal and hurt. If there is a future, Yunshuang! Please let them die with blood. repay."

As the painting of life ends, a white card floats up. The black-robed man slowly steps forward, holds it with his fingertips and hands it to his side. In an instant, those people's eyes light up, and they happily hold up the white card to worship. And the man always has a faint smile about all these things, which makes people creepy.

This is just the beginning of a cycle, and the next target has already been selected. The man glanced at the hustle and bustle over there, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened a bit.

The blurry world, the noisy air, the surging crowd, the corners of the mouth hurt slightly, the body was slammed open, and the person next to him paused sideways and spittled and cursed, but none of this caught his attention in the corner of his field of vision.

What's going on, the young man wiped the corners of his mouth and cuffs were stained with blood, but he didn't have time to take care of it. He looked up and saw the long-lost neon lights intertwined in front of his eyes.

What's going on, what happened, where is this place, why am I in this kind of place, looking up and looking over one by one from above, feeling a little strange and familiar in my heart.

The slightly forward electronic light made him a little confused, but it was only for a moment, he realized something, spread his hands in front of his eyes, slowly clenched them and repeated them, stared blankly and asked why.

Why did she come back to this place, why is she in control of this body instead of Yunyu, what about Yunyu, questions come to mind one after another, terrible guesses cannot be dispelled, Yunshuang shouted in her mind, but there was no response.

Yun Yu disappeared. The moment this conclusion appeared, his psychological defense collapsed instantly. The only person he had been in touch with, who had been with him for seven years since birth, just disappeared, and this may be forever, The heart was sliced ​​across by a knife, cut into pieces one by one, and then spread bloody in front of his eyes.

Yunshuang knelt on the ground and huddled into a ball, the pain washed over his heart and almost drowned him, "I'm still alive, but Yunyu is dead, right?"

He struggled to squeeze out that word from his teeth, tears kept falling, he didn't know how to face all this, but he remembered Yun Yu's words, he remembered that he let himself live and live for him, in this case, no matter what he faced, he had to continue, To survive at all costs.

"It's really not like me. I shouldn't be sad because of loss. It's just a personality." Yunshuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth like a self-deprecating, trembling body and raised her head to hold back the tears, and exhaled to cover up the sadness in her heart. After a long time, the former calm was restored.

Stretching out his hand and digging out his trouser pockets, there is nothing. The body feels the long-lost weight, and the memory is constantly replaying. This is the street that Yunyu often walks. Every time after evening self-study, he will pass through this alley and return to the cheap co-working place. rent a house.

Putting down the backpack and looking for it for a while, he remembered that Yunyu liked to write a diary, which should have today's time, so he took out the pencil case and removed it, but he realized something before putting it down.

"It seems that I can save some effort. It's really something I haven't seen for a long time." I opened the zipper of the pencil bag and made a harsh sound, fiddled with it a few times, and took out a pencil sharpener. The cold light reflected on it reflected Yunshuang's side face , and at this time a burst of rancid gas swept from behind, and the roar sounded the Doomsday Sonata.

Yun Shuang dodged sideways, and saw a rotten human-shaped object slipping past him. Seeing that the attack failed, it turned around and turned to the crowd.

"Ah! Arms, don't, don't come here." The sound of footsteps kicking in the street, the crowd scattered in a panic, pushing and shouting like purgatory on earth, the people behind didn't know what happened, but they were suddenly turned around cursing The flow of people was crushed and trampled, and then turned into howling.

Slowly walking out of the dark alley, the light hit Yunshuang's side face, he looked at the first-generation zombie, raised the pencil sharpener in his hand, and pointed at him without hesitation, the zombie turned his head in confusion A low growl came out of his throat.

However, Yunshuang was not interested in wasting time with him here, his body was like an arrow off the string at his feet, the wind was stirring beside him, and the sharpness of the knife was reflected in his eyes.

The body was staggered and blood was splattered, and the crowd shouted even more hysterically. Yunshuang walked slowly towards the zombie that fell on the ground, seeing it struggling and screaming, and sticky saliva spitting with the sound.

He reached out and grabbed Yunshuang's trousers, the corner of his mouth was tearing and he was about to speak, but he saw a black sole appearing above, and with a crisp click, the world entered eternal tranquility.

The boy rolled his eyes and said indifferently, "Sure enough, the pencil sharpener is a bit short, but it doesn't matter as long as you use enough force." The voice explained calmly.

Surrounded by flashing neon lights, the crowd around the busy street became the background at this moment. The boy stood in the middle with his trouser pockets in his pockets, and under his feet were the zombie's head and the half-submerged knife.

The zombie didn't move at all, Yunshuang pulled the trousers out of his hand, squatted down and pulled out the tip of the pencil sharpener forcefully, a strong stench erupted and swept the whole street, but the boy was not affected at all. Troubled by this smell, I just watched it silently for a long time, then raised my head and wiped the pencil sharpener carelessly a few times and stuffed it into my trouser pocket.

He stood up and patted the bottom of his trousers. He turned his head and noticed the lights in the distance. A person was standing at the end of his line of sight. He was looking at him from a distance. Shock.

However, all the emotions in it were just a flash. He lowered his head and covered his face with his collar, blocking Yunshuang's gaze, and pretended to straighten his collar, but his fingertips slowly slid across his waist, and there was something under the moonlight. Flashing cold light.

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Some little angels commented that watching Chapter 1 seems to be self-inflicted, and worried that there will be a cute little girl who is also confused. Here, I explain that Yunyu only has a plot in Chapter 1, and will not be resurrected but only live in memories.