Request for Leave

June 9th, light rain.

In previous years, today would have been the day the college entrance examination ended. Unfortunately, with the arrival of the zombie crisis and the collapse of social order, there will be no college entrance examination this year.

It's been half a month since my last diary entry. Hiding from zombies in my room is really not a good feeling.

Fortunately, there's internet here, so I can still write novels.

Food and water are dwindling, and every trip out to find resources is fraught with danger. They have to protect themselves from being bitten by zombies and wrap their clothes and exposed skin with duct tape.

I really miss the days in the hospital. At least there were other living people like me there. Now, when I look out the window at the street, I haven't seen a single living person in a long time.

If a zombie bites someone and turns them into a zombie, then if a person bites a zombie, will the zombie turn back into a human?

Huh? Why is there a knock on the door? Someone is knocking and talking at the same time?!

It sounds like they're saying they're a rescue team, and they've come to save me?

Is it true? How did they know I was hiding here?

Furthermore, I didn't see any living people moving around outside the window. Did I miss something?

Anyway, it's good that someone came to rescue me. I'll go out and take a look first. I'll stop writing in my diary here.

No, those aren't people, they're zombies! (Scraggy handwriting)

Looks like I won't have time to write my novel tonight. I need to think of a safe way to deal with them. (Scraggy handwriting)