"Humanity is finished." This was the only thought in my mind after I pressed the nuclear bomb button.
A few seconds later, the light and heat brought by the nuclear explosion swallowed me up, and the city, as well as the tens of millions of living dead in the city, were completely wiped out.
In the few seconds before I evaporated, memories of the past appeared before my eyes like a comic strip. Is this supposed to be the so-called revolving door?
Thanks to the nuclear bomb and the revolving door, my memories that had been sealed for twelve years became clear before I died. I used this extremely luxurious method to review my not-so-long life.
It turns out that the revolving lantern comes along the way. The first thing that caught my eye was a small farmhouse. There were two kind-hearted old people in the courtyard. It was my grandfather who was riding the big horse with four-year-old me on his back, while my grandmother looked at our grandfather and grandson from the side and smiled lightly. Her hands did not stop, and a small sweater turned up and down on her like a butterfly. Fei's skillful hands took shape.
"When I was a child, I spent my time at my grandparents' house in the countryside. It was really a carefree childhood full of laughter."
"Later, my parents took me to the city to study in elementary school, and I rarely went back to the farmyard. But every year, my grandparents would send me vegetables, fruits and thick sweaters."
"When I was in junior high school, my grandfather fell ill and passed away. My grandma did not want to move to the city to live with us, but chose to stay in her small courtyard. Less than a year later, my grandma died in her sleep without any illness or disaster."
Recalling my grandparents, I am really happy for the two elders. They did not live to the average life span of this country, but because of this, the two old people escaped the hell a few years later.
So lucky.
The carousel continued, and after childhood came adolescence, and I entered school.
"This is...Teacher Wu."
A fat old woman appeared in front of me. She was my Chinese teacher in elementary school. She taught third grade. She was very kind. Her classmates all liked her and called her Granny Wu. In the picture, she is teaching me to correct my homework, patiently and gently.
"After I graduated from elementary school, I never went back, and I haven't contacted Teacher Wu for many years. She was already in her early fifties when I was in elementary school. Calculating her age, she was over sixty when the plague broke out. I'm afraid she was He must have been infected and turned into a living dead when the first round of the virus spread."
I feel a little sad in my heart, but I have seen so many similar things over the years that I feel numb.
We arrived at middle school, and this time the revolving door showed the beautiful face of a girl. She was jumping up and down on the curb, and the wide style of the school uniform could not hide her youthful vitality and vitality.
"You think, can we be admitted to the same high school?" The girl suddenly turned around and asked me.
I hesitated, not knowing how to answer. While I was still thinking, the girl had turned her head back.
I almost forgot, this is just my memory, no matter what I answer now, it will not have any impact.
It's just... this time, I couldn't say "I can definitely do it" to her... No chance.
"Don't be so sad, I'll buy you a soda!"
I am still immersed in the regret of the last memory, but the revolving door will not wait for me. The guy in the picture who said he wanted to buy me a soda was my best friend in high school. I remembered... In my second year of high school, I confessed to the class star of the next class and was rejected. This happened at that time.
This friend of mine was sincere, warm-blooded and sunny. He was a very good person, but this kind of character really suffered a lot after the end of the world. In the end, the fact that he died at the hands of his compatriots instead of the living dead proved this.
I suddenly felt that this revolving door was really cruel. It is true that, as the rumors say, the revolving lantern shows the warmest and most precious memories of the dying person's life, but... alas, this is the way the world is. The beauty of the past has been worn away by the cruel pressure of survival. In my case, Every bright scene before my eyes evokes deep sadness in me.
The dead are gone, but the living still have to bear the burden and move forward.
too tired. Fortunately, I am about to be freed.
By the way, my grandparents, teachers, lovers and friends have already appeared in the revolving door. Why don’t my parents appear in my memories?
It's true when you think about it. My parents are very busy at work. They are constantly running around to make ends meet. It's rare for a family of three to even eat at the same dining table. The warmth between family members... I don't have that kind of thing.
"Run, son, run!"
Wha, what?
It was my father calling me. When did this happen? Why did he let me run?
I saw my father and mother fighting together, no, not fighting, but fighting: my mother, who had been infected and turned into a living dead, wanted to bite off my father's neck, but my father was trying to stop her. It was unimaginable that the thin father could actually suppress the mother. Although the mother was even thinner, after the first-level infection, she had strength that ordinary adult men could hardly withstand.
My father couldn't hold on anymore, and my mother tore open his abdominal cavity. I saw my father fall on his internal organs.
Mother raised her head, her scarlet pupils pointed at me. Living Dead Killing, she just killed her father, now it's my turn.
A bloody hand grabbed the mother's leg, it was the father. He was dying, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat, but his mouth opened and closed like a dehydrated fish, and he was still looking at me.
run. I read my father's lips.
My mother cut off my father's obstructing arm with a wave of her hand and rushed towards me.
At this point, the revolving door ended.
Is this a warm and precious memory?
It was the early summer of 2019, not long after the college entrance examination. I was lying comfortably at home, scrolling through my phone, and listening to the cicadas chirping. An epidemic broke out on the other side of the ocean half a month ago, and I reluctantly excluded that country from my travel arrangements.
Many posts with similar content suddenly appeared on the Internet, some of which were accompanied by pictures and videos. The titles were full of eye-catching words such as "zombie" and "infection".
A few hours later, my father returned home early and heard that the work suddenly had a holiday.
The dinner that day was a normal one, three dishes and one soup, and if I had known it would be the last meal I had with them, I would have licked every plate clean.
Later, it was what was shown in the revolving door.
I ran out of the house and never came back. That night, the fate of countless people was changed just like mine.
It may be that the brain's stress protection is at work. The fateful night that should be remembered for a lifetime is getting weaker and weaker in my memory. My dead father and infected mother have also been forgotten. My self-hypnosis was so successful that before I saw this revolving door, I had always believed that my parents were still alive and had settled in an inaccessible corner of the earth, waiting for me.
So stupid.
What have I been chasing these past twelve years?
That fateful night in early summer happened twelve years ago, and I am thirty years old this year. I don’t want to talk too much about the nightmare experiences of those years, let’s just talk about my entry into Dawn 4 Safe City.
After the fateful night, I wandered around for five years and finally entered Dawn 4 Safe City, which is one of the few paradises for humans on this earth. There, I underwent a military-led human experiment.
To put it simply, scientists have developed a vaccine that does not transform the living dead into humans, but transforms humans into semi-finished living dead, which have the strength, agility, resilience and endurance of the living dead, as well as those of humans. Reasonable, not cruel, not killing people, not consuming hair and drinking blood.
Over and over again, dozens of clinical trials of vaccines were conducted, with hundreds of people dying in hospital beds, but none of them were successful. The military couldn't bear it and issued an ultimatum, allowing only one last human experiment. If it failed, the vaccine would be completely abandoned.
The vaccine was successful and I was the only lucky one to survive.
Before Dawn 4 Safe City was destroyed by a sea of zombies from the living dead, I was already the second most powerful person in the city. I held a giant sword and shuttled back and forth among the zombies, like chopping melons and vegetables. , like entering a deserted place.
Speaking of which, people also gave me a nickname because of my careless fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries——
Mad dog.
Once upon a time, I was full of hope that my parents were still alive and that I was not alone in this world, but in the end, it was still an empty dream.
Damn revolving door, bastard!
Strange, I suddenly don’t want to die.
It's not that I want to steal my life, but...
Father, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations of me and failed to live a good life.
I still want to continue to confess, but unfortunately I don’t have time. The light and heat brought by the nuclear explosion swallowed me up, and the city and the tens of millions of living dead in the city were completely wiped out.
…………
I opened my eyes suddenly and found that most of my body was soaked in water. It turned out that I was on the shoal of a river.
Where is this?
No, am I dead? Sea of corpses, city destruction, nuclear explosions, revolving doors...
I'm very thirsty, don't worry, drink some water first.
Wait, is my skin that dark?
I threw myself to the river, and an unfamiliar face was reflected in the water: deep eye sockets, low cheekbones, flat jawbones, a tall nose, and dark brown skin.
This is clearly the Indian Asan!
Uh...headache.
I don’t know how long I had a headache. When I recovered, there were already many memories in my mind that didn’t belong to me.
The War of Fire, aliens, the Federation, people with abilities... this earth is not peaceful either.
I quickly accepted the fact that I had traveled through time and the setting of this parallel universe, and began to think about how to return to my world.
Coincidentally, the original owner of this body was nicknamed "Crazy Lord", which was only one word different from my "Mad Dog". Through Crazy Lord's memories, I learned that it was an ambush that caused his death.
Two days ago, on the India-Myanmar border (i.e., Bharat County and Baoxiang County), a big battle broke out among five dragon-level ability users. Although Crazy Lord was strong, he was unable to defeat the four-handed man with his two fists and was defeated.
He was seriously injured and escaped by jumping into the Chindwin River. He drifted along the river for a day and a night before escaping pursuit.
Crazy Lord's injuries were indeed serious, but the direct cause of his death was poisoning. According to his recollections when he was dying, it was probably the guard named Cambalang Zonglavimon who used a dirty trick to inject some kind of poison into his body.
The guard officer named Reginald Sanchez was also very strange when he thought about it. He made very few moves, but he always interfered with the battle situation and made the Crazy Lord's breakthrough several times impossible.
Ah, no matter what, I am grateful to these people whom Mad Lord hates so much. If it weren't for them, how could I have resurrected my soul through corpses?
I will consider the method of returning home from another world later. I am still stuck in the Arakan Mountains (Arakan Mountains: mainly located in western Myanmar, west of the Irrawaddy River, also known as the Arakan Mountains). Let me return to human society first. Let me see the earth in 2049.
…………
I am a traveler from a parallel universe, and my hometown was poisoned by a plague and turned into a paradise for the living dead.
I want to go home, I have to go home, go home with this body. I used to be an atheist, but when I learned about the supernatural powers of this body, I firmly believed that my time travel was arranged by God or Buddha.
With this power, and the development of dragon-level powers, I can send all the living dead back to their graves.
There will be a day in the future when I am a hero, a savior, the pride of my parents, and even the king of the living dead, but now...
I am Crazy Lord.
