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June 9th, light rain.
In previous years, today is the end of the college entrance examination. Unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis, the social order has collapsed. This year, there will be no college entrance examination.
It has been half a month since the last diary, and the feeling of avoiding zombies in the room is really not good.
Fortunately, there is internet here, and I can still write novels.
Food and water are getting less and less. Every time you go out to find resources, you will take great risks to prevent zombies from biting you, and you have to use tape to wrap your clothes and exposed skin.
I really miss the days in the hospital. At least there are still living people like me there. Now I look out the window on the street, and I haven’t seen a living person for a long time.
Speaking of which, a zombie biting a person will turn a person into a zombie. Will the person biting a zombie turn a zombie into a human?
It seems to be saying that they are from the rescue team and are here to save me?
real or fake? How would they know I'm hiding here?
And I didn't see any living people moving from the window, did I miss it?
Anyway, it’s a good thing someone came to save me. I’ll go out and have a look first, so I’ll stop here in my diary.
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No, those are not people, they are zombies! (scribbled handwriting)
Looks like I don't have time to write tonight's novels, I'm going to find a safe way to deal with them. (scribbled handwriting)
(end of this chapter)