Song Shi'an has been protected by others since he was born and has never left this building. One day, a stumbled person broke the original peace. At that moment, he heard his mother's cry, the gunshots on the roof, and the desperate roar of his uncle rushing over. That day Song Shi'an learned that he had an older brother who was semi-infected.
"Uncle, will I die?" Song Shi'an held his uncle's hand. The veins on the back of his hand were black, and black blood was still flowing from the wound. The red spots on his chest made him instinctively afraid. As the man lowered his hand, he heard the gunshot again.
It was the first time he saw that person. He had black scary lines on his face, white hair and one white eye. He looked like an angel and a charming demon. There was a skinny sick cat stumbling next to him.
"Brother?"
When Song Hengnan was a child, he fled with himself all the way during the zombie outbreak. In the end, he left his mother behind just because the boat could take away one person.
Evil men who play with human lives with weapons and are even more terrifying than zombies satisfy their perverted psychology for a long time. At that time, hell on earth was nothing more than this. When he was frustrated, he was taken away by his so-called father. When he was only 8 years old, he picked up a gun for the first time. From that day on, he followed his father everywhere to look for people. She was a very good-looking woman. Fortunately, in this hell, countless people protected her and survived.
A child was also born. Everyone was happy that day and forgot about him on the mission, but he didn't care, because if he knew that he was rescued, it would only make his death worse than death. He felt that it would be better to be happy.
Intention: There must be a reason for persisting in hell on earth