After hanging up the phone, I looked around, wondering where to go to find supplies. Supermarket? Pharmacy? Or the school cafeteria? Each choice means unknown risks. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to try my luck at a nearby convenience store. I pushed open the glass door of the convenience store, and the scene inside made me gasp. The shelves were tilted, and the ground was full of food packaging bags and glass shards. It seems that I am not the first person to visit here. I quickly glanced around and saw something moving in the corner. I approached cautiously and clenched the knife in my hand. But I found that it was a little girl curled up on the ground, with tear marks all over her face and empty eyes. She looked only seven or eight years old, skinny and ragged. Seeing me approaching, she was so scared that she trembled all over and made a weak whimpering sound. "Hey, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." I softened my tone and slowly squatted down, "What's your name? Where are your parents?" The girl raised her head and looked at me with tearful eyes. After a long time, she uttered a word: "Lucy." "Lucy, what a good name." I tried to force a smile, "My name is Matthew, and I'm a doctor. How long have you been here alone?" "I, I don't know." Lucy's voice was filled with tears, "Mom and Dad went out to find food and never came back. Everyone turned into monsters, and I was the only one..." At this point, she could no longer control her emotions and threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. I patted her back gently, feeling extremely distressed. Oh my God, how desperate and scared must a little girl be to survive alone in this purgatory on earth?
"Don't cry, Lucy. I'm here, and you won't be in any danger," I softly reassured her. "Come with me to the shelter; there’s food, water, and other survivors there."
"Really? Is it true?" Lucy looked up with tear-filled eyes, a glimmer of hope finally appearing on her face.
"Of course it's true. I promise to keep you safe until we find your parents." I nodded solemnly and took her frail little hand in mine.
And so, Lucy and I began our journey through the ruins in search of supplies. We scoured several nearby shops and found some relatively fresh bread, sausages, and chocolate. Although it wasn't much, it would be enough to last us for a while.
During this process, I gradually realized that Lucy was not as fragile as she seemed. She was alert and quick, always the first to notice signs of danger. Once, she grabbed the hem of my shirt just in time to prevent me from stepping into what appeared to be an ordinary puddle. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the puddle was faintly floating with bloated corpses, emitting a nauseating stench.
It turned out that this little girl had already faced unimaginable horrors and had been forced to confront life and death. Yet even so, her kindness and innocence had not been extinguished. Watching Lucy's peaceful sleeping face, I silently vowed to lead her out of this hell on earth, even if it meant risking my own life.
Just when I thought the danger had temporarily passed, a chilling scream shattered the silence. I looked up abruptly to see an Infected Person staggering toward us. It was a middle-aged man whose police uniform was soaked in blood, with foul drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. His pupils were blood-red, his complexion ashen, and his skin was covered in horrifying sores.
Indeed, standing before me was none other than my classmate and friend, Criminal Police Captain Steve!
"Steve, how could you..." I trembled, unable to believe what was unfolding before my eyes.
In my memories, he was a righteous and brave police officer. We had shared drinks, discussed our dreams, and even promised to go teach in Africa together after graduation.
But now, the virus had transformed him into this monstrous being, devoid of any trace of humanity.
Steve clearly didn't recognize me; his crimson eyes glared as he advanced toward me step by step. I hurriedly grabbed Lucy, wanting to turn and flee, but all around us were crumbling walls and mud, leaving no escape route.
As Steve lunged toward us, I had no choice but to close my eyes and brace for the worst.
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