Zombie Survival Code

No one knows where the virus came from. I only remember that Wednesday, July 12, at 3:27 pm, I had just finished correcting the third online bug, picked up the thermos cup and stood up to collect water, when the screams from downstairs pierced the glass of the office building. Within three hours, the city was in chaos. The mobile phone signal first turned to E, then turned to gray with no service. The last message in the WeChat group was sent by my girlfriend: It's so noisy downstairs, I'm hiding at home, please don't run around. After that, it can't be sent out. The news on TV scrolled all night, repeatedly asking residents to stay at home and wait for rescue. On the morning of the third day, the signal was completely cut off, the power was also stopped, and there were only occasional roars and banging on the door outside the window. I dug out the thickened notebook issued by the company with a black cover, which I used to write down requirements and bugs. Now I use it to remember days, materials, and how to survive. I made an appointment with her that if something happened one day, we would wait under the old clock tower in the city center. That's where we had our first date. Stay alive and walk to the bell tower. This is what I wrote on the first page of my notebook. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.