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July 18, sunny day.

We're almost at the hospital! My safe house is only five blocks away. Before the zombie outbreak, it would have taken half an hour, but now it's taken a full ten days.

The zombies roaming the streets, the zombies that have evolved intelligence, the zombies that disguise themselves as humans... they are all obstacles. The armed squad has turned into zombies, leaving only me and the doctor.

This also involved infighting between two groups of survivors, which is incomprehensible. Under such circumstances, they still wanted to fight for power. Why not learn from me and write novels instead?

Luckily, I was quick-witted and managed to grab the doctor and escape before their fight attracted zombies. I wonder how many of those two groups will survive this ordeal.

That's no longer something I can think about. Right now, the most important thing is to go to the hospital and uncover the secrets of the zombies.

This is so strange. I was in such a hurry when I left the hospital that I didn't notice anything unusual. Now that I see it, the hospital really is acting very strangely.

The hospital wasn't even surrounded by iron fences, otherwise I wouldn't have run away so easily; this doesn't make sense.

Furthermore, no zombies approached the hospital, as if there was something terrifying inside.

The doctor and I both noticed something was wrong, so we decided to stay overnight in the building across from the hospital to observe the hospital's movements and discuss our next move.

Strange, am I seeing things? Someone has left the hospital, and the wandering zombies remain unmoved.

It seems tonight is destined to be a sleepless night; I probably won't be able to finish writing the novel.