Leave of Absence

July 8th, moderate rain.

It's that annoying rain again. Rainy days make it hard to observe changes in the outside world, and having zombies wandering around nearby is no pleasant experience.

Last time, the zombies climbed all the way out the window before I noticed them; it was terrifying!

It's been more than half a month since the last time we rescued the armed squad and the doctor; just thinking about it now sends chills down my spine.

They were too reckless; they dared to enter the city without even understanding the situation.

Fortunately, I intervened in time to help them escape the zombies' pursuit, but unfortunately, casualties were inevitable.

Here, being injured means turning into a zombie, and there's no way to recover.

Only four members of the armed squad survived, including the medic.

They said they were sent by higher-ups to investigate the origin of the zombies, and that the zombie virus originated in this city.

They also said that this city was the first to see zombies and the first to experience the phenomenon of zombies mutating and developing intelligence.

They wanted me to help them investigate the origin of the zombies, but I didn't want to go; it was too dangerous.

In a world where even self-preservation is difficult, why bother getting involved in this mess?

I'd rather stay in the shelter and write my novel.

But the doctor said the zombies might have originated from Ping An Hospital, the hospital where I accidentally escaped after staying there for more than half a month because of a cold.

Things have become complicated, and I want to go back and take a look.

I'm leaving tomorrow, and I need to prepare tonight, so I won't have time to write my novel. I'm taking a day off.