: written request for leave

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July 18, sunny.

Finally, I'm about to arrive at the hospital. My safe house is only five blocks away from the hospital. If it was before the outbreak of the zombie crisis, I would have been there in half an hour, but now it took a full ten days.

The zombies wandering the streets, the zombies that have evolved minds, and disguised as humans... are all obstacles. The armed team has turned into zombies, and only me and the doctor are left.

During this period, I was also involved in the infighting between two groups of survivors. I couldn’t understand it. Under such circumstances, I still wanted to fight for power. Wouldn’t it be good to learn how to write novels like me?

Thanks to my cleverness, I dragged the doctor and escaped before they rushed to attract the zombies. I don’t know how many of those two groups can survive after this accident.

It's too strange. When I left the hospital in a hurry, I didn't notice the abnormality of the hospital. Looking at it now, the hospital is really too strange.

The hospital is not even surrounded by iron fences, otherwise I would not have easily escaped, which is not in line with common sense.

And there are no zombies approaching the hospital, as if there is something scary inside.

Both the doctor and I noticed something strange. We decided to stay overnight in the building opposite the hospital to observe the hospital’s movements and discuss action plans.

Strange, am I dazzled? Someone left the hospital, and the wandering zombies remained indifferent.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, and the novel should not be finished.

(end of this chapter)

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