I was carrying a heavy weight and fighting against a zombie who could only growl and bar his teeth. No, I stabbed his heart unilaterally.
After stabbing me five or six times in a row, he didn't fight back or bite me. He just bared his teeth and stared at me with his pale eyes.
I was heartbroken and stabbed the fruit knife as deep as possible, and he finally fell down.
He drew his sword and left. There were running people or dead people everywhere.
A man anxiously pulled me into the next room.
When I entered, I saw a hospital gown draped over the edge of the bed.
Looking at the fruit knife in his hand, he thought that he would have to change his weapon. The risk of infection from fighting zombies at close range was too high.
Then there was a siren downstairs and I went to the window to check.
As it got closer, the siren became more piercing.
I woke up.
Purpose: Eat less and exercise more to ensure good health
