The string virus broke out, and the base picked up a strange survivor one day. He lost his memory and only knew that his name was Ling Lin.
Zombies are rampant, and in the midst of survival in the apocalypse, a child suddenly appears, pulling on Lingling's trouser leg and calling him mother.
Ling Lin: "......"
Calmly and naturally: "Hey~"
"No, who is your father?"
The child cried: "My father is dead."
Yi Shiwu was so angry that he was smoking: "You little bastard, can you say that again?!"
Hoarse wails echoed through the wilderness, and blood spread from the tip of the knife to the horizon. Ling Lin's eyes were filled with sadness as she watched all this. The blade of the knife in his hand trembled violently, as if a beast was satisfied and excited to kill its prey, and was smiling triumphantly.
Yi Shiwu: "I like blood, especially human beings——"
"I don't like blood."
"..." The blade suddenly dimmed, "... Then I don't like it either."
Note that it is first person.