#Doomsday Headline: Irritable Ye Miao Starts A Fight Whenever Unhappy#
"What should we do? It's all zombies outside! Just do something! Or we'll die here." A young girl wearing a baseball hat tightly clutched the arm of a boy next to her, nails sinking deep into the boy's skin, causing blood to well.
"How the hell would I know what to do? Take your hands off me!" The boy shook off the girl in the baseball hat angrily and shouted as he pointed at her: "Do you want to kill us all?! Don't you know these things become excited when they smell blood?"
Probably the girl had never been shouted at like this before, and she was stunned on the spot.
There were quite a few people here, about a dozen, all in uniforms of the same school. Everyone was wearing desperate and sad expressions.
Not long ago in this world, Doomsday arrived and human beings became exactly the same as the zombies on TV. They bit each other, and the bitten people became new zombies who would bite others. Trapped in an endless cycle, the human population was getting smaller and smaller.
But some people who were bitten would not become zombies; instead, they would acquire some kind of supernatural power.
Everything happening was just the same as that in a novel or TV series.
The civilized order of the entire world began to collapse.
These girls and boys were all high school students from the same school. At first, they hid in the school cafeteria and spent a few days safely. But when Doomsday came about, it was a weekend. The food in the school cafeteria was not abundant and was quickly eaten up, so they had to find a way to leave the school.
The team had more than 20 people when they left the school. After fleeing all this way, there were only 12 left.
And in just a few days, the city seemed to have become an empty shell.
The shouting boy was a famous student at the school before Doomsday, and was also the leader of the team now. The girl in the baseball hat was his girlfriend.
While searching for supplies, they were trapped in this supermarket, which had been picked dry.
The upstairs was blocked, and dozens of zombies were gathering downstairs. What stopped the zombies downstairs was only an iron door that could be broken through at any time.
"I don't want to die here."
"Who the hell wants to die here? This damn apocalypse, why did it happen?"
"I want to go home..."
Everyone on the team was on the brink of collapse. In the past few days, each of their nerves had been strung high. They didn't dare to relax in their vigilance for even a moment, which made them feel more and more desperate.
"Enough!" the boy shouted again. "What's the use of tears? Can we get out by crying? If you don't want to die, just shut your mouths!"
The others then gradually calmed down and everyone looked at the boy.
But after the outburst, the boy could do nothing about the situation, either. He smoked by the wall. "Save your energy."
A girl with a backpack walked to the supermarket's window and said coldly, "We can get out from here, do you see that?"
Everyone automatically looked in the direction the girl was pointing.
The opposite building seemed to have been under repair when Doomsday hit and was left with a row of scaffoldings, about a meter away from the place they were hiding.
