On the seventh day of the zombie wave, I was bitten.
The doctor said that in five days at most, I would become like those roaring monsters outside the door.
The supplies at home can last for a month, and the rescue signal said that it would arrive in thirty days.
But what about my five-year-old daughter, Tangtang?
I only have three days.
In three days, a little girl who can't even tie her shoelaces will be trained to become a "hibernation watcher" who can survive independently on a doomsday island for thirty days.
In three days, all the love and advice must be recorded into the cold machine called "Little Love";
In the end, I had to pull out all my teeth and nails, cut my vocal cords, stuff my festering body into the giant teddy bear costume I bought her for Children's Day, and chain myself to the corner.
Then he smiled and said to her: "Tangtang, dear, daddy wants to play a long hide-and-seek game with you... Hide in the big bear to accompany you."
Before darkness fell, I took one last look at the calendar.
Tangtang, my baby.
If the fairy tale is shattered, I hope this "bear" that can't bite can protect you until dawn.
Purpose: A father loves to sacrifice himself to protect his daughter