【October 7th, morning】

I have a fever, and my injured arm hurts so much that I wanted to rush into the kitchen and chop it off with a knife several times.

But I had no strength left.

There was another commotion downstairs, a suppressed quarrel.

The fishing gear man insisted on moving the shelves back, while the others held him down.

They all looked up at me, each with a look of struggle in their eyes.

After a while, a piece of paper floated down.

On it were bold red characters.

【Youngest son, starving to death. My flesh won't last long. Remember to come back and save the eldest.】

The man who had been pinned down struggled for a while, then seemed to give up.

The others released him, allowing him to walk towards the depths of the supermarket with his head down.

A few minutes later, he appeared on the second floor of the supermarket.

I saw the resolute expression on his face.

Flying into the flame, probably doesn't describe the current scene.

But he did open his arms and jump down, the huge commotion immediately attracting hordes of zombies.

Dragging a thigh with a broken bone, he moved with difficulty, his eyes fixed firmly on the direction of my upstairs.

He finally made it downstairs, eventually being engulfed by the crowd of corpses.

A pair of stiff hands raised a tattered paper.

I watched as the torn paper fluttered in the wind, piecing together a plea for help.

【Please! Save the mother and daughter!】

A few minutes later, he "revived" in a way that terrified humans, but still held up the torn paper in his hand.