'Ah——'

Waking up from the nightmare, I don't know for the how many times.

I can't even remember if I dreamt of the monkeys on Mount Emei or the mischievous child on the high-speed train...

It seems like I've adapted to the current life.

When the sun rises, I pick up a few strands of noodles from the bowl of spoiled instant noodles and eat them.

Then I lie on the balcony and observe the wandering zombies and the strange fish that have evolved to no longer need water but grow feet.

Finally, I gaze at the sky as if a helicopter will rescue me from this deserted purgatory in the next second.

Unfortunately... still nothing...

Later on, I forgot to tear off several days on the calendar, and I can't tell how many days I have been trapped.

At night, I gradually develop hallucinations and always hear urgent Arabic incantations from ancient times.

They're right by my ear, and I mutter in conversation with the gods.

The sun still rises, but hunger is not enough to support me to wander on the balcony again.

At this moment, a knocking sound suddenly resounds!

'Zhang Xiao! Are you still alive?'

It must be another hallucination.

'Zhang Xiao!'

Such a loud noise, yet there are no sounds of zombies gathering. It must be fake.

[Bang, bang, bang—]

'Zhang Xiao!'

The only response to her is the sound of the refrigerator banging against the door [dingling, clanging].

Banging sound?

There really is someone knocking on the door!"