Chapter 12: Hold on to hope

"Monday law?"
"Song Fei?"
Qi Yan did n’t find any food, but brought back a mouth. It ’s very good. You can join in Mahjong.
It's just that he didn't expect that 640 actually met 440.
Qi Yan thinks that he and Song Fei may really have different characters, so in such a time and place, the light bulbs are like zombies, which are increasing day by day.
"What's wrong with your face?" The down jacket may have been rubbed when he escaped. Song Fei didn't care, but the wound on Monday's face was definitely fresh.
"Ah, don't mention it." Zhou Lu didn't want to remember.
Qi Yan helped him to say: "Three people broke into his house and robbed them of their food."
Song Fei and Qiao Siqi were silent, even yesterday, both of them would shout at this kind of thing and their mother was no longer human, but now, they really do n’t know what to say.
Song Fei sighed and patted the other person's shoulder: "I'm hungry, or should I squeeze a simple noodle for you?"
This is the warmest time in my heart for three days on Monday.
440 does n’t have much grain, and it ’s clear on Monday, so I did n’t know how to eat noodles. I opened a bag of shrimp chips.
It is said that puffed food does not account for the belly, but on Monday, the law is really full with one bite
"What the is this ..."
"Shrimp chips, imported from Thailand."
"Really?"
"Of course, authentic Dongyin taste."
"..."
There was no borders in front of hunger. On Monday, Lu still ate the bag of shrimp chips. As for the sour taste, he said he did not want to comment.
After returning to Monday, Qi Yan went out again. This time, he met the mutant directly. He fleeed back and did not dare to go out again.
Until the night came, there was not much left in the 440 grain reserve. The four people dared not eat more, and only one person grabbed the seeds and lay in bed.
The dormitory area changed from the lively daytime to the calm, and it was another desolate and desolate.
Monday Law: "Qi Yan, I don't think you will have to go out tomorrow. The food you can find will definitely be found by others, and you will be free in Spider-Man."
Qi Yan: "Look at it."
Qiao Siqi: "Actually what we found, as long as there are zombies outside, we are just waiting to die."
Song Fei: "Since the water and electricity are not interrupted, does it mean that there are still people in the urban area, although our university town is partial, there are so many motherland flowers anyway."
Qiao Siqi: "Those outside are also motherland flowers?"
Monday law: "Yes, cannibalism."
Qi Yan: "The sun is estimated to be difficult to protect itself, let's save our flowers."
Qiao Siqi: "What do you mean?"
Qi Yan: "I want to see it tomorrow and try to go to the supermarket."
Qiao Siqi: "Don't you die ?!"
Song Fei: "I agree with Qi Yan. Did n’t you say that we are waiting for death here, johns, then we rush out and highlight the encirclement!"
咚
It was the same door crash the day before yesterday!
Song Fei shut up immediately.
The other three were inexperienced and scared out of cold sweat.
Holding his breath for a long time, until it seemed calm outside, Joskey lowered his voice and quivered, asking: "Mourning, zombie?"
Song Fei responded unheardly: "Well, they banged through the door the night before."
Qiao Siqi wanted to cry: "But didn't it last night?"
Monday is also strange: "Why have I never heard of it?"
Qi Yan looked at the energy-saving lamp above his head, and suddenly the light flashed: "Will it be their response to our voice?"
Song Fei: "But we are talking all day."
Qiao Siqi: "No, you just spoke loudly."
"Wait," Zhou Li recalled carefully. "When I was beaten yesterday, I seemed to hear a similar voice."
Qiao Siqi speculated: "So they are only degenerate in intelligence and degeneration in body flexibility, but are both eyesight and hearing?"
"No," Qi Yan narrowed his eyes. "The eyesight is uncertain, but the hearing must have degraded, otherwise we should hear it normally, and we won't have to wait until we hit the door loudly."
Fear comes from the unknown.
The more you know about the mutant, the less fear will be in your heart.
But when the fear is too strong, such a reduction can only be a waste of money. After finishing the discussion, 440 fell into silence, and the entire dormitory area was even more terrifyingly quiet.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the dormitory lights out on time.
The moment the light disappeared, the entire dormitory area seemed to be really dead.
Dark 440, the room is quiet. Song Fei knew that the other three people were not asleep, each thinking wildly, maybe pessimistic, maybe optimistic, maybe seeing the clouds, and maybe flesh and blood. But in any case, having someone by your side at this time is already the greatest strength.
Loneliness is the cruelest accomplice to despair.
Song Fei can't remember which elective teacher said such a sentence. Even before that, he even forgot this sentence completely. But in such a night, this sentence seemed to have a sense of autonomy, and ran back and forth, like a ghost, blowing in Song Fei's ear.
Maybe rushing out tomorrow and dying, Song Fei thinks, it ’s just a loss to learn this life.
咣 当
The dull sound of heavy objects breaking the dead quiet night, but making the night more creepy.
The sound came from outside the balcony.
Four people got up almost at the same time. On Monday, such an impatient man jumped directly to the ground and flicked to the balcony door to look at the glass.
The black hole outside the dormitory building, you can't see anything clearly.
咣 当
Another cry.
Monday Lu blinked, not sure if it was an illusion or if he actually saw the figure.
The other three also got out of bed and got together.
"What's the situation?" Qiao Siqi asked.
Monday Law shook his head: "It's not clear. Or ... Open the door and see?"
Balconies have always been relatively safe places, but they are no safer at night than during the day, and exposure to the dark outdoor also makes people unsure.
With a crackling sound, a strong light reflected the entire 440.
Qiao Siqi turned around and was immediately shaken so that his eyes could not be opened: "Fuck, what's the matter?"
Song Fei looked down at Ren Zhe ’s high-end goods, regretting not using it earlier: "Flashlight."
Monday black line, he will be blinded with his back to the strong light: "This is a searchlight!"
With light, there is peace of mind. After confirming the safety of the balcony, the four people carefully opened the door and walked into the cold midnight.
Song Fei's flashlight is stronger, and it disappears with the wind when it hits at night. Fortunately, the corridor windows of the opposite building are not disturbed by the lights, reflecting the brilliant lights inside, together with the moonlight, illuminating the outline of the dark night.
The eyes finally adapted to the night.
Another figure fell from the sixth floor opposite, drawing an arc in the air.
In a blink of an eye, the person fell to the ground, snapped, and the meat was broken.
Someone jumped off the building.
Four people stood on the balcony, and the night wind was as cold as they could feel.
Mutants come again to hear the news and divide local food without effort.
As the mutants were enjoying themselves, the fourth portion of food fell from the sky.
Snapped--
The four people began to tremble without exception. On Monday, Lu even covered his ears, and he did n’t want to hear such a voice anymore.
The balcony on the opposite floor has also come out. Many people even cried with a cry: "Don't fuck!"
Despair is a more terrible infectious disease than the zombie virus.
After the seventh classmate landed on the ground, he finally stopped.
But no one knows if this is a termination or a pause.
The dormitory area is quieter than before, but when you know that all living people are standing in the night breeze of the balcony, imagine that their faces are either dumbfounded, or indifferent, or fearful, or sad, but there is no sound This silence is more alarming than screaming.
The wind blew between the two buildings.
Song Fei looked at the black shadows on the balcony opposite, as if he saw himself.
The sliding door behind him was suddenly closed.
Song Fei looked back in surprise, and saw that Zhou Lu didn't know when he took Ren Zhe's guitar.
Soon, the guitar melody sounded in the quiet night.
The mutants across the balcony door + dormitory door may not hear, but the students on the balconies of the two buildings can hear clearly.
That is the sound that can be heard in countless boring nights. It may be a literary man in the chemistry department. With a guitar and a broken gong, he dares to confess to the world. Or it may be a Douban girl in the liberal arts school. The voice, the old lady froze a little fresh.
But at the moment, the melody that surrounds their ears is neither literary, nor small and fresh, but tough and powerful--
Where is the world full of flowers,
If it really exists then I will definitely go.
I want the highest mountain to stand there,
Don't care if it is a cliff.
Love hard even if the liver and brain are smeared,
Don't ask anyone to be satisfied as long as they are worthy of themselves.
I never chose to give up on ideals,
Even in the gray-faced days ...
The chorus part did n’t dare to sing on Monday, because the climax of this song was too violent, he was afraid that he should not be attracted, so it would be so bad. But the deliberately lowered voice sounded more determined.
Running forward with cold eyes and ridicule,
How can you feel the vastness of life without suffering,
Fate It ca n’t make us beg for mercy,
Even if the blood is full of arms ...
The song is over.
Qi Yan's tense face relaxed.
Qiao Siqi even hummed in the second half.
Song Fei raised his head, starry sky, beautiful and dazzling.
On Monday, hold the guitar tightly. This song will be played to others and sung to yourself. His heart has settled down in the melody, and he is still there tomorrow, hoping not to die. But he didn't know how many people could be conveyed in such a mood. No matter you own building, let alone the building opposite, still desolate and quiet.
Song Fei suddenly approached Monday and whispered.
Monday's law was inexplicably heard.
"you sure?"
"just sing."
Monday is half-believe, and finally he picks up his fingers. He sings twice: "Beishan Qingqing ~~ Baishui Lake ~~ is my beautiful campus ~~ I want to be strong ~~ tolerant and open ~~ is me ..."
The wind swelled suddenly, and there was no light in the world!
"stop--"
"Stop!"
"Nima who made you sing school songs !!!"
"Lao Zi fights with you--"
On the third night of the siege of zombies, the survivors of the two buildings of the boys ’dormitory slept for the first time. Many people who have been having nightmares for these two days still continue to have nightmares, but the content of the dream has changed from the fear of being surrounded by zombies to the fear of being dominated by repeated learning and singing school songs at the school celebration last semester.
But the latter makes them feel alive again, so vivid, so enthusiastic, they do n’t want to give up.