Zhang Jing

Watching the sun change from golden to red, the sky gradually darkened. Huan Chu rode his spirited horse down the national highway and came to a stop in front of a three-story roadside motel right by the highway. As soon as the car engine turned off, a big dog barked and jumped out of the car, followed closely by a young woman getting out of the car.

The woman is wearing camouflage military pants, with a black tank top underneath a black leather jacket. Her hair is tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, and her alert eyes are scanning the surroundings. Her right hand is tightly gripping the dagger at her waist. From her demeanor, it is clearly Chen Wenwen, the Queen Chen. The big dog with its ears pricked up leaning against the queen is naturally Blackie.

Huan Chu locked the car, picked up a bag of daily necessities, and walked to the queen. He reminded the queen, "Remember, no guns, absolutely no guns." As usual, let's first find a room to put our things away. You team up with Hei Zi, and I'll work alone to clean up the hotel before we do anything else. "

It has been two days since the group left the capital. For safety reasons, Huan Chu did not choose the fastest route home, but took a longer detour (see Chapter One). In order to ensure the safety of the two people and the dog, and to ensure that they always have enough energy to deal with emergencies, Huan Chu only drove for less than seven hours a day. Therefore, it took them two full days to enter the territory of Henan province.

A group of people lacking experience in traveling abroad caused chaos along the way. On the first night after leaving Beijing, Chen Wenwen shot a zombie in the head in a small hotel. If it weren't for Huan Chu's quick reaction, the two of them and the dog would have been surrounded by the zombies attracted by the noise. It was not until midnight that they found another place to rest.

Chen Wenwen muttered a word, called out to Heizi, and saw Heizi rushing towards the motel ahead. The hotel was very dark, obviously the power had been cut off long ago. He raised his nose, sniffed to the east, sniffed to the west, and finally stopped in front of the door of a room on the innermost side of the second floor.

Huan Chu glanced at the doorplate under the moonlight - 214, gently pushed open the door, and there was no trace of the smell of blood. It was mentioned earlier that Hei Zi should come in and find a clean room to put down his luggage. Although Heizi had confirmed the room, Huanchu dared not be careless. As Heizi led Chen Wenwen into the room, Huanchu quietly closed the door again and took out an emergency light from his backpack.

The dim light suddenly illuminated the small guest room. This is a very common standard room, with the bathroom on the left as you enter, two single beds inside, a television, and a few chairs. Other than that, there is nothing else in the room. Huan Chu patted Chen Wenwen on the shoulder, pointed at her, then pointed at the cabinet and under the bed, indicating for Chen Wenwen to search. He then took out a machete and walked towards the bathroom.

Chen Wenwen placed the emergency light in the corridor and then called Heizi to walk into the room. Seeing Chen Wenwen looking cautious, Hei Zi sneered disdainfully, wagged his tail, and followed along effortlessly. The fact is, Black's sense of smell and hearing are indeed extraordinary. Chen Wenwen searched the entire room but did not find any trace of the zombie.

At this point, Huan Chu had already checked the bathroom, walked to the window and pulled the curtains to prevent the wandering zombies outside from being attracted by the light source and approaching. He said to Chen Wenwen, "You go to the second floor, I'll go to the third floor. Be careful." After saying that, he took out a walkie-talkie from his backpack, which he had picked up at some point, and handed it to Chen Wenwen. He then slung the other one over his shoulder, held a flashlight, and carried a machete as he strode out quickly.

As Huan Chu walked towards the staircase leading to the third floor of the guest room, his heart gradually tightened. He adjusted the brightness of the flashlight to the lowest setting and carefully scanned ahead with his eyes. Although Huan Chu also believed that there would not be a large number of zombies in the small inn by the national road, the information from the diary a few days ago that zombies were likely to produce leaders still stimulated his brain, making it difficult for him to relax. At this moment, the hotel became even quieter, making Huanchu feel that there might be hidden dangers lurking in the silence.

But after all, he was a person who had been through life and death struggles. In a short time, Huan Chu adjusted his state, with a calm light in his eyes, and swiftly stepped forward. Before long, he arrived at the staircase at the end of the corridor.

Gently pushing open the door to the stairwell, a foul smell wafted out from within. Corpse or zombie? Huan Chu did not make a judgment, but moved the flashlight in his hand, constantly scanning inward through the crack of the door, looking for the position of the zombies.

The stairwell was empty, but Huan Chu didn't dare to draw conclusions too easily. Seeing the moonlight shining through the window into the stairwell, Huan Chu turned off his flashlight and put his head close to the door crack, listening for any movement in the hallway. Faint footsteps could be heard.

Huan Chu quickly made a judgment that there should be an active zombie on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor. Judging from the strong smell of decay, there should not be more than one zombie in the entire hallway. Glancing back at the quiet corridor behind her, Chen Wenwen had already started searching for zombies room by room. With a faint smile on his lips, Huan Chu swiftly entered the stairwell.

The stench suddenly became strong. Although I have long been accustomed to this smell, it is not a pleasant one after all. Huan Chu, a person who pays so much attention to life, immediately took out a mask from his pocket and tied it to his face. Although it may not necessarily have the function of blocking odors, it still made him feel much better. By the moonlight, Huan Chu took one step at a time towards the upstairs, trying to lighten his steps as much as possible, quietly approaching the source of the sound.

The stairs in the motel are folding, meaning that there are two staircases on each floor, one at the entrance of the floor and one at the mid-floor landing. Huan Chu took a few steps up and saw a girl in a white long dress walking in the half-level staircase.

Yes, it's just pacing. Not wandering around the destination, but walking gently like a human. There is a hole at the cuff of the girl's coat, apparently the infected spot. But the wound did not ooze foul black blood, instead it seemed to have scabbed over slightly. In addition, the girl looked exactly the same as when she was alive, with rosy cheeks, fair skin, and no signs of decay like other zombies. The girl's movements are smooth and graceful, and her long, slender eyes looking out at the starry sky are as lively as those of an ordinary person, with a hint of elusive emotion. If it weren't for the faint stench still emanating from his body, Huan Chu would have difficulty distinguishing whether the figure occasionally looking out at the starry sky from the window was a living person or a zombie.

Huan Chu saw this kind of zombie for the first time, was shocked, stopped in his tracks, and even let the machete in his hand hang down. For the first time, a hint of indescribable fear arose in his heart—could the girl appearing in front of him be the leader among the zombies he had imagined?

At this point, Huanchu's mind was suddenly filled with all kinds of chaotic thoughts, his palms sweating, and the machete in his right hand even felt a bit difficult to grasp, making his breathing become heavy. At this moment, the fear in Huan Chu's heart began to be gradually replaced by another kind of thought: "Does she really have the ability to think?" Can you talk to her? At the thought that he might be the first person to witness a conscious zombie, Huan Chu's body trembled with a mix of excitement and fear.

The teenage zombie in the stairwell seemed to sense the breathing not far behind her, and slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, the fair face appeared even more beautiful, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at the stunned Huan Chu, with a hint of confusion in their gaze.

Zhang Jing! Looking at the female zombie who turned her head, Huan Chu was suddenly struck by lightning, and his mind roared, all kinds of feelings rushing to his heart - 'Zhang Jing, I never thought that in this life, I would see you again.' I never expected that when I saw you again, we would have gone our separate ways. "

The female zombie in front of him was none other than his first love girlfriend - Zhang Jing. First love is an unforgettable story for everyone, especially for Huan Chu.

My hair covers my forehead for the first time, and I pick flowers in front of the door. The boy comes riding on a bamboo horse, playing with green plums around the bed. Living together in Changgan, the two of us have no suspicion or resentment towards each other. Huan Chu murmured the Tang poem they had learned together when they were young, the machete in his hand slipping from his grip with a clang as it fell to the ground. He walked gently forward, not caring whether the terrifying zombie stood in front of him, and reached out his right hand to gently stroke the girl's hair.

When the old man left and I needed you the most, why did you leave silently and disappear without a trace? Why did you appear in front of me again when I finally managed to forget you? Why? Why do you appear in front of me again looking like this?

When Zhang Jing saw the man with a knife suddenly appear in front of her, she felt a sense of familiarity and did not react, but instead quietly contemplated the situation. Although the leaders among these zombies have regained consciousness and thinking abilities, they are transformed from their original instincts as humans and do not possess memories or knowledge. And when she heard the murmured poetry from Huan Chu's mouth, and saw this man in front of her not feeling fearful or angry, but instead dropping the weapon that could threaten her, reaching out to touch her hair, she couldn't help but feel even more confused, and unexpectedly uttered a few slightly unfamiliar words: "Who... are you?" "

Hearing the familiar but long-lost voice in his ear, Huan Chu was completely sure that the girl in front of him was Zhang Jing. Unable to hold back any longer, as a man who faced life and death with composure and fearlessness, tears welled up in his eyes as he choked out, "Xiao Jing... Xiao Jing... I am Huan Chu... I am Huan Chu!" "

"Huan... Chu?" "Zhang Jing opened her eyes and looked at Huan Chu, tilting her head as she asked." His gaze was pure, like that of a newborn baby, with a hint of confusion, without any pretense.