Survive at the End of the World

There were shrill cries outside the window, and the window panes of the inpatient department of the hospital that could be seen not far away were splattered with dried and blackened blood. Outside the security door, there were bursts of harsh sounds like fingernails scratching on the door, "prick-prick-prick", accompanied by a pungent, disgusting putrid odor. I huddled in the corner of the room, next to my shivering mother. If this is a nightmare, why can't I wake up? A shrill wail came from another bedroom next door. That was my father, but he no longer recognized me. My mother kept shivering. I patted my mother on the back and whispered: "Mom, take a nap first. When you wake up, everything will disappear. Our family is still together well. Just take a nap..." Mother nodded and lay on her side on the bed, forcing herself to close her eyes. I also lay down next to my mother. As soon as I closed my eyes, my father's rotten and gray face appeared in front of me. I closed my eyes tightly, but tears still flowed out unhindered. Stop thinking about it… How I wish that when I wake up, everything is just my illusion. This article is not written in the first person. The second female lead is very masculine in the early stage, but later on she will explain the reason and slowly become feminine again. Qingshui's novel has no flesh and blood, is slightly slow-burning, has more plots and less emotional lines. If you don't like trouble, just go to the upper right corner. You don't have to bother leaving a message to offend the glass-hearted author. To put it simply, this idea was developed by the author two years ago. I coded it out of a draft when I was in class in high school. The quality is not high and the plot is bloody and logical. Please forgive me to the magnanimous readers~ Intention: