Corpses Share a Dream

On the day when the end came without warning, Chen Nan was taking a bath. The hum of the water heater drowned out the first scream in the corridor, and the mist in the bathroom blocked out the whole world for him. After he dried himself and turned off the music, he smelled the smell seeping in from the crack of the door - not the sour smell of the garbage dump, not the greasy smell of unwashed dishes, but a strange fishy smell that set off the instinctive alarm. He leaned closer to the cat's eye and saw that the face of the neighbor opposite was being chewed by something. The radio said to stay at home, close the doors and windows, stock up on drinking water, and do not go out. Monsters cannot be killed, those bitten will turn into them, and the air may not be safe. He also had a few buckets of water, some food, two power banks, and a locked security door. Then there was a banging on the door in the corridor, and a father held his daughter in his arms, begging him to open the door. A man who has never been needed by anyone must, on the first day of the end, decide whether to be someone else's only hope - and he hasn't even learned how to take care of himself.