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    On June 9, light rain.


    In previous years, today is the day when the college entrance examination ends. Unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis, social order has fallen, and this year is destined to be no longer the college entrance examination.


    It has been half a month since the last diary, and it feels really not good to hide from zombies in the room.


    Fortunately, there is an Internet here, and I can still write novels.


    The food and water are getting less and less. Every time I go out to find resources, I risk huge risks to prevent zombies from biting, and also wrap my clothes and bare skin with tape.


    I really miss my days in the hospital. At least there are living people like me there. Now I look out the window at the street and haven’t seen a living person for a long time.


    Speaking of which, if zombies bite people, they will turn people into zombies. Will that zombies bite people turn zombies into humans?


    Um? Why are there knocks on the door? Someone was talking while knocking on the door? !


    It seems that they are from the rescue team and are they here to save me?


    True or fake? How could they know I was hiding here?


    And I didn’t see any living person taking action from the window. Did I miss it?


    No matter what, it is a good thing for someone to come to save me. I will go out and take a look first, and the diary will end here.


    …


    No, those are not people, they are zombies! (sloppy handwriting)


    It seems that I don’t have time to write the novels tonight, so I have to find a safe way to deal with them. (sloppy handwriting)


    (This chapter ends)