When I opened my eyes, the ceiling fan on the ceiling was still spinning, going round and round, as slow as crawling.
My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode. I sat up on the edge of the bed and touched the cell phone on the bedside table out of habit - there was no signal. I thought it was due to arrears, so I turned airplane mode on and off, but there was still no signal. This is a broken signal. The card that Fatty Wang's stingy boss gave me, I'll be damned if it's full every month.
It was very noisy outside, and there was some movement downstairs, like someone was smashing something, or something was being dragged on the ground. I rubbed my temples, got out of bed and walked to the window. The moment I opened the curtains, my whole body froze.
The street below has completely changed.
I live on the sixth floor in the old town. When I open the window, I can see the convenience store and vegetable market downstairs. But now, there were several large cracks in the asphalt road, as if something had torn it from the ground, and dark red liquid seeped out of the cracks. Several cars parked on the roadside collided with each other. The doors were open and there was no one in the driver's seat. There was only one arm hanging out of the window, with dark purple spots all over it.
Then I saw that thing.
