fictional doomsday

When Wu Xian dragged his tired body back to the room and wanted to wash his face stained with blood, he remembered that the property management of the community had said that residents above the sixth floor would stop water for maintenance. He wanted to die, but At the critical moment, his brain suddenly changed, and he ran to the bathroom and opened the lid of the toilet. This might be the only source of water he could find in a short time.

Wu Xian first blocked the water outlet of the sink, and then used a cup for brushing his teeth to scoop two cups of water from the toilet tank. He looked at the obviously dropped water line. No one knew how he could persist without water and food. How long, so he can only save water as much as possible.

Wu Xian took off his helmet and took a deep breath. He found that it was filled with the smell of blood, which made him feel a little nauseous. He exhaled slowly, spitting out the troubles in his heart, and then took out a few paper towels, dipped them in water and began to wipe them. When his face came, the little water in front of him was soon stained bright red with blood. Even if the water brought up by the tissue behind him was stained red with blood, Wu Xian had to wipe it on his face.

Wu Xian looked up at the mirror. There was still a little redness on his normal cheeks. He looked at the blood in the sink and shook his head. He stretched out his hand to drain it, wiped it with a tissue, and then scooped out a glass of water again. After wiping his face completely, Wu Xian sighed, feeling the beauty of the air that was not contaminated by the smell of blood.

He took off the clothes on his hands, then took off his fencing uniform, and then took off the autumn cotton-padded jacket and trousers he wore underneath. The two hours of tossing had already made him covered in sweat, but now the conditions It was so hard that Wu Xian had to make do with it and lay down on the bed. He originally wanted to close his eyes and rest, but after thinking about it, he found the remote control and turned on the TV to see if there were any news reports about the zombies.

As soon as he turned on the TV, Wu Xian saw relevant news reports. In the picture, about a hundred meters away from the photographer, what the camera captured was a scene of someone biting another person crazily. Then the picture cut to Returning to the studio, the female host said seriously: "Currently, we have received reports from all over the country that infectious diseases similar to rabies have broken out across the country. There is an incubation period for those who are sick, and the incubation period is no different from that of ordinary people. , and when the disease breaks out, it will cause people to go crazy and bite people. At present, the military has sent out medical staff together with various places for treatment. We also ask all viewers in front of the TV to reserve enough food and water in advance and stay temporarily. Do not travel at home and try to avoid contact with people! Avoid being infected by the canine plague virus!"

Seeing this, Wu Xian became even more convinced, but the higher-ups should have started to deal with it at this time, so the matter might not be as bad as he thought. Maybe the situation outside would be suppressed after a few days of isolation at home, and the higher-ups could once again prevent the spread of the virus. area spread.

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the TV, lay down, and fell asleep soon after.

When Wu Xian opened his eyes again, it was already six or seven o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the sky was dark and the sun was showing signs of setting. Wu Xian touched his growling stomach and thought of the remaining water in the toilet tank. After pouring half of the water, he hesitated for a moment, then took the electric kettle and filled it with all the water in the water tank, then plugged it in and started boiling it. While waiting, Wu Xian turned on the TV again and found that the situation reported on the TV was different from the situation reported on the TV. It’s pretty much the same as before, and the video is pretty much the same as the news broadcast before.

Only then did Wu Xian remember his cell phone. He opened the short video program and found that the outbreak of canine plague and zombie viruses had become hot searches. There were videos of people biting people everywhere across the country. It is conceivable what the situation outside was like at this time. What a mess. When Wu Xian heard that the water was boiling, he immediately got up to get the kettle, and then ate instant noodles while scrolling through short videos.

He found that many video bloggers and Internet celebrities had begun to call on everyone to hide at home and not go out unless necessary. Some videos even captured dozens of zombies running downstairs of his house, and in front of them They were people shouting for help and desperately running away. There have been no fewer than ten videos like this.

Wu Xian vaguely felt that the matter was getting more serious, that it might be out of control, and that the government agencies might not be able to control it. Seeing that the noodles could no longer be picked up with the chopsticks, Wu Xian was still a little unsatisfied. He picked up the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup, thinking that this was his last food. He had used up most of the water for making noodles, and there was only about a cup of water left in the electric kettle. It looked like there was still more than half a bottle of Coke.

Wu Xian took the Coke and drank two sips, then lay down on the bed. The arrival of the end of the world made him feel a little unreal. The original excitement had passed, and now he was starting to worry. He lacked food and water. This was indisputable. In fact, the current situation can be said to be very bad. Wu Xian stared at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, and he also came up with the idea of ​​​​destroying it. After all, when he pierced the zombie's head with the arrow before, the blood flowed out from the zombie's head. The warm touch of blood seemed to be on his hands and on his face.

Wu Xian felt retching in an instant. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind. After a while, Wu Xian felt better. He looked at the sky outside the window, and then looked at the sky that was left aside and stained a lot. He looked at the blood-stained fencing uniform and thought to himself: "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. Wearing these clothes is also very troublesome. Maybe it will be fine tomorrow. Maybe there will be government rescue tomorrow..."

So Wu Xian got up and sat at the computer desk, turned on the computer skillfully, opened the game platform, and clicked to start the apocalyptic survival game. It was not that difficult for a veteran like him. Food and water were easily available, and he harvested the fishing nets he had placed before. He filled up the water bottle in his backpack at the lakeside, supplemented the physical condition of the character, and then controlled the character to drive around in the wilderness. When he encountered a few zombies, he raised his hand and fired a few shots. After blowing the zombie's head off, collecting some supplies, and looking at the time, Wu Xian controlled the character to drive back to the shelter he built.

Looking at the impregnable shelter on the screen, Wu Xian couldn't help but sigh. It would be great if reality could be as simple as the game. But it is basically impossible to own a gun in China. The competitive recurve bow in his hand is actually very lethal. It's not big, because it requires manpower to pull it. If it is replaced by a compound crossbow, it will become a controlled item in China. Not to mention the large-scale shelter in front of us. Without some power and economic strength in China, it is impossible to obtain such large-scale land for construction. Even if there is land for construction, the funds required to invest in this shelter are not affordable by ordinary people. of.

Wu Xian shook his head and closed the game. He stared at the computer screen in a daze. The game was not interesting, so he clicked on a few hidden folders in the computer, and then opened his collection of island country specialties. After looking at it for a while, he felt that it was not interesting. There was no longer the usual sense of excitement, and he found that there were always some lingering worries in his heart. Wu Xian simply turned off the computer, lay on the bed, and began to think about everything that happened during the day. He even began to summarize, If he could be calmer and more decisive in his actions, it might be smoother and not so embarrassing...