Lucky, this word often needs to be understood from different angles. For example, a high fever turns me into a zombie, which seems unfortunate, but from another perspective, I am lucky because I have neither died of my head in the first episode, nor have I eaten other people's meat, and I have not hurt my own relatives, which is even more of a blessing in disgrace.&t;p>

Afterwards, I think this should be attributed to the weak body that had been in high fever for three days, and I also have to thank our pickle jar. At the first time I mutated, my mother hugged my waist from behind, and my father quickly picked up the jar that was originally prepared for pickle and put it on my head. The old couple had a tacit understanding for the rest of their lives, and this time they cooperated endlessly. The movements were like flowing water, locking me in the bedroom.&t;p>

The ceramic jar has good sealing performance, especially the size of the jar mouth "coin coincides with my head". The isolated most flesh and blood breath made me gradually calm down. Even the whispers of my parents comforting each other can occasionally reach my ears. The most repeated thing is that the government will definitely develop special medicines, and their daughter will recover sooner or later.&t;p>

Unfortunately, three days later, they had to move to a safe camp in the suburbs with other survivors. The city was full of sane human-cannibal monsters, and the community had been cut off from water and electricity. They had to evacuate quickly with the protection of the military.&t;p>

Before leaving, they told me through the door panel that they always love me, and that as long as there is special medicine, they will come back to pick me up immediately.&t;p>

My brain at that time had only the reception function and could not process this information, let alone respond to them. Besides, I was tortured by a deep desire at that time, and I wanted to smash the door panel and rush out to eat a meal of flesh and blood. How could I care about anything else?&t;p>

The familiar door panel became an insurmountable gap. No matter how I slapped it, it still blocked me and the delicious food. Of course, my body controlled by the virus is far from being as crazy as the one in the movie. When I encounter obstacles, I hit the bottom.&t;p>

Looking back now, if I had to describe my condition at that time, it would be a bit like a helpless prisoner imprisoned in a dark room.&t;p>

It was not until the crowd left that I gradually calmed down from my anxious mood and entered a blank standby state. My eyes could not see anything as early as the first day of zombie transformation, but my hearing and smell became extremely sensitive. Unfortunately, I had a jar on my head, which greatly weakened the swing of these new skills.&t;p>

I could vaguely hear the new friends outside the street roaring and roaring, and also hear the screams of the food. After about half a month, luck came again.&t;p>

A new partner visited our community. He collected supplies from house to house and walked to my door. He saw that the door was locked and there was a note posted on the door. The note was written by my mother, and it said that there was no food in the house and there were no zombies.&t;p>

It was this note that was 300 taels of silver here that made my companion who just wanted to find a clean room to spend the night in my house. He opened the door with "magic" and stayed in my parents' room for one night.&t;p>

The next morning, he opened the door of my bedroom and chatted with me for a while. He left me half a bowl of blood. It was his blood. Like me, the blood of the zombie. The smell of the new partner never aroused my appetite, so I didn't treat the bowl of still-warming blood as a dish. He didn't insist on me drinking it, so he locked the door again and left.&t;p>

People who have never tasted hunger cannot experience this torture-like torture. Before my tolerance reaches the limit, the half bowl of blood that was originally unattractive had long become a delicious dish. The strange aroma penetrated into the nostrils, which was a wonderful taste. Although it had dried up, it seemed to me just a difference between liquid cream and solid cream. Those who like sweets would definitely understand my feelings.&t;p>

Instinct told me that drinking these two mouthfuls of blood is not enough to hold the gap between the teeth, but God knows that I have been hungry for too long, and after his blood dried up, there is a unique fragrance. I know it can fill my stomach, which is enough.&t;p>

I rolled around the room with the jar and accidentally hit the windowsill. The jar finally cracked and half of my face revealed. I licked all the dry blood at the bottom of the bowl, but I became full. At the same time, a warm heat flow swam all over my body.&t;p>

I am no longer anxious or irritable. After drinking his blood, my mind is getting more and more awake day by day, and my thinking is working again, and I have sorted out everything that has been around.&t;p>

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Chapter completed!