The Walking Dead Are Coming

It's seven o'clock in the morning, and dark clouds cover the sky like night. I pushed my boyfriend who was sleeping next to me, indicating that it was time for him to get up and go to work, but he was motionless, like a dead man. I touched his arm again, it was cold and hard. "Qinghe, Qinghe." He seemed to hear my voice, and saw his chest rising and falling like waves. "Get up quickly, or you'll be late again today." I turned around, got up and lifted the quilt. At this moment, Qinghe suddenly grabbed my neck with his hands, and I fell into the bed again. He roared, pain like being torn apart swept through his body, as if he was trying to break free from something. My throat was also clenched so hard that I couldn't breathe, and I looked at him in horror. Qinghe's eyes were scarlet, and his black pupils instantly collapsed into a point like smoke.