The seventh day of the zombie outbreak.

My mother woke me up from my sleep.

Only after seeing the zombie bite on Wenning's arm heal without any mutation did my mother finally believe what I said yesterday.

She looked at me with a solemn expression and said, "Zhuzhu, you have to leave."

I didn't understand. Shouldn't it be us who leave?

"Zhuzhu, I won't last much longer."

My mother pulled aside her collar, revealing a clear zombie scratch.

The wound had festered and even grown tiny tentacles...

"I can clearly feel myself mutating.

"There's a high-level zombie nearby summoning me. He's bringing a large group of zombies this way.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

"Baby, I can't be with you anymore. You must stay safe."

My head buzzed.

"No, Mom, let's leave together. Look at Wenning, we can go to the laboratory in City C now and research the antidote for you to get better!

"Or...

"Wenning, give me some of your blood."

I forcefully pulled up Wenning's sleeve and discovered a knife wound.

I looked down and saw dried bloodstains in a cup on the table.

I turned to Wenning, hoping for his response.

It's not what I thought, right?

Wenning lowered his head and avoided my gaze.

"Baby, let Mom hug you again."

As soon as I hugged my mother, she knocked me unconscious with the hand holding me.

"Mom..."

I wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound.

My world turned pitch black.