There was a veteran living across the street, and he passed by my house again with a machete with blood dripping from it.
There is an outbreak of zombies, and everyone says that people with fever will turn into zombies. The neighbor couldn't bear to kill his family with his own hands, so he asked for his help.
He killed many people who still had the will to live.
Later, some of the people who had a fever suddenly had supernatural powers. The neighbor went crazy, and so did he.
I stopped him from committing suicide.
He asked me expressionlessly what I wanted him to do.
"Do it with me." I hugged him.
PS: The column has pre-receipts for the end of the world. Interested babies can feel free to do so.
Purpose: Mutual redemption
