Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 153 The Daybreak
This alley seems to have no end.

Dark and deep.

There are countless dense gargoyles above their heads, staring at He Gang and Dumbledore who passed by with their inactive gemstone eyeballs.

"There are always some mischievous students who will break into my office and find the Pensieve by accident. In order to prevent me from casting the Oblivion Curse on them frequently, I set up such a checkpoint."

Dumbledore was proud,
"For example, Mr. Potter, he only entered the few memories about Voldemort that I put on the most superficial, and he didn't even know that the good things were still down there."

He was a little beaming.

"Something good?"

"When I was young, I had 32 love experiences."

"Um……"

He Gang inadvertently made up countless small movies.

That's really good stuff.

On both sides of the alley, one door after another is densely packed together, and different lights shine out from inside.

Obviously, those are the memories of Dumbledore and others.

"That's all."

Dumbledore grabbed He Gang.

The latter couldn't resist.

They suddenly stepped into a memory where the sun was shining.

……

stunned.

This place is actually... a small room that is extremely dimly lit, and it seems to be a basement, with only a small row of windows less than ten centimeters in the upper left corner.

Now that window was completely obscured by the shadow cast by the building above.

The owner of the memory is sitting in front of the only table in the small room, the only place where furniture can be put down.

On the dirty bed was a piece of rough iron, one meter long and ten centimeters wide, which seemed to be just enough to fit the window.

There are many snacks!Canned packaging.

In the corner, excrement was randomly stuffed into three large buckets.

Even if Dumbledore blocked the smell here, He Gang could probably guess how stench it was at that time.

"This is... a memory from when he was still a human being."

"He seems to be writing."

Dumbledore greeted He Gang.

They stopped beside the man.

Lean over to see the record in the simplest form of text on the computer screen.

Let's call it a diary.

Lots of typos.

Even the word order is wrong a lot.

He Gang glanced at the man.

Skinny, with sunken eye sockets, no wounds on his body, but dirty, with excrement stained on his pants.

[April 13, 2023]

【Thursday】

【clear】

[Just now I saw the family living upstairs being dragged into the sun. I heard that they believe in the Church of Suffering, so they will probably be fine.

Today is the second day before the food cutoff, and I still have less than two hundred grams of sugar and half a liter of water.

Manhattan and Brooklyn seem to have fallen, and I think there are still many survivors.

The last government agency in Flushing provided us with some information yesterday, and then lost contact. It should be a short circuit. This kind of thing has often happened before.

I don't have much strength and energy, so I will just write the information they sent me, lest the latecomers will not know what kind of horror has happened to us.

〖When a living body is exposed to the visible light produced by the sun, it will start to liquefy from the point of contact, and the effect will continue to spread until the entire organism is completely transformed.From the appearance point of view, it is similar to melting wax.The transformation time depends largely on the exposure of the organism and its size.Despite this recombination, the organism does not die.

When the transformation is complete, these organisms will be in the form of a gel, and they will attempt to move, with some degree of success, to fix themselves as far as possible in a form reminiscent of their former appearance.

These still-living, gel-like entities would join and mix at the molecular level by coming into contact with each other.This does not appear to cause any pain or harm to the subject, but the bulk of the composition inhibits its movement.

The fused biomass is amorphous and chaotic, and the swarm will shift form in a semi-liquid state, with limbs and body mass periodically increasing for short periods of time before deteriorating and being incorporated by another life form.

Cluster individuals will use their appendages to move their mass, and in most cases they will use tissue components to build pseudopodia, which are still morphologically similar to human limbs. 〗

As above, I now have to stay away from the sun as much as possible, and have to hide in the dark, damp underground, which may be the only way to save myself.

But I don't think I can last too long either.

The things seemed starving, as they had been when they were humans, driven mad by food promised but not given by the Church of Suffering.

Also, today I had a small piece of beef jerky left over from the day before yesterday, thank God it was delicious. 】

This is the content of the diary.

The man put his head down and closed his eyes as if sleeping.

"This is the most correct choice. Reducing unnecessary physical and mental activities can properly reduce energy consumption, so that he can last longer and perhaps wait for rescue."

He Gang said in a low voice.

His voice echoed in the basement.

But everyone knows it's useless.

The world is over.

All hope will gradually turn into despair, and then into eternal silence.

From the memory of this man appearing in the living flesh and blood, we can know what happened to him.

At this time, there was a noise outside.

The man finally moved.

He stood up, knelt on the bed cautiously, hid in the shadows and looked out into the scorching sun.

As the man looked away, He Gang and Dumbledore also appeared under the sun outside.

Just can't feel the slightest temperature.

The surroundings are quite chaotic, as if after a parade.

Although mucus and excrement were everywhere, there was no blood.

is a woman.

She was wearing very thick protective clothing, and the sunlight could not penetrate her clothes to pollute her.

But there was a large pool of living flesh with an indescribable shape chasing her in a strange way of moving.

Then they got her.

They caught her trying to lift her mask and the woman managed to put the muzzle of the gun to her chin and pull the trigger.

But the gun jammed.

She staggered to the ground as something slid into her hazmat suit, prying off the visor and tearing her apart from the inside.

The sun fell on her exposed skin, and within a second, the gel that had been her body dripped from her clothes, mixed with a piercing scream.

Then, she melted like a bowl of thick soup.

The man looked back.

He started pacing up and down the room with no expression on his expressionless face.

He seems crazy.

"The sun was infected, and I suspect that many people were infected without knowing it at the time."

He Gang knew what would happen to this man.

He couldn't bear to look on, and said,
"But is this sunshine mutated only in Flushing or is it true all over the world? Maybe we can look at another person's memory?"

　When the dawn breaks, you can search it, um, I borrowed from the setting of a portfolio, and that portfolio is not allowed to be written now, so I won’t say the name.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)