[Short Story] [Main text and extras are finished]
When I was resuming my studies at the age of nineteen, there was a zombie outbreak, and I was blocked from the classroom door by my parents.
Behind him was a rush of corpses, and in front of him was the cold and hard iron door.
"Don't follow me!" Fa Xiao shouted at me from inside the door, for fear of getting burned.
I never thought that the creator of all this was actually myself.
Intention: There is always a dark side in the world, don't let down every ray of sunshine and have kind thoughts in your heart.