Dangerous Survival in the Apocalypse

When the alarm bell suddenly sounded, Shen Shian woke up suddenly. In the moment of confusion caused by thinking being pulled from deep sleep to reality, he thought that it was a child who disturbed his mobile phone and accidentally set an alarm clock, but in a flash, it was like a pot of snow pouring down, and the whole person was completely awake Take the phone out of the backpack as fast as possible.

At this time it was more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the sporadic stars outside the window became more dim, and even the hoarse howling of the zombie army seemed to be much lower. In the silent reading room on the second floor, the loud alarm bell sounded like a thunder, which instantly awakened most people.

Someone followed the voice and looked towards Shen Shi'an. "Why, let's not let people sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Is the phone ringing? Isn't the phone disconnected from the internet?"

"Someone got the call? Can you contact the outside world now?"

"Mr. Shen, did your phone ring? Did someone call you?"

"..."

Shen Xun was also awakened, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the tatami, "An'an?"

Shen Shi'an couldn't answer him. In fact, he couldn't answer anyone now. When he saw the incoming contact on the mobile phone screen, he shook slightly, and immediately slid to the connection key "... Hey, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Yan's familiar voice sounded at the other end, probably because the signal was not good, blurry and intermittent, with a little noisy and rustling noise "... An'an, An'an, can you listen ... can I speak?"

Shen Shian clenched the phone case subconsciously. "Can hear, I can hear, how is the situation over you, have you been injured?"

"... I'm fine, I'm not infected ... the virus," Gu said, almost crying with joy. "I received you ... a text message ..., where are you ...? Is it safe?"

"I and Shen Xun everything is fine, now it's safe, you don't have to worry about it," Shen Shi'an briefly and quickly explained the current situation of himself and the children, and then asked another important question besides Mr. Gu's safety: "You Did you find Mr. Fan's family? Is there any news about them? "

"His daughter ... It's okay, live now ... Gu's ... It's safe. I will continue to take care of her. Don't bear it ... his wife was already ... after the virus broke out ... zombie, I sent someone to bring her body back ... buried in…"

Shen Shi'an's heart seemed to have fallen into a stone and sank a little bit.

Mrs. Fan had been infected with the flu before the virus broke out. Although she knew that her chances of survival were extremely low, she was still somewhat unacceptable when she heard the news. Fan Guoping was still worried about his wife's safety when his life was about to come to an end, but he didn't know that his wife had completely passed away before him. How worldly things are impermanent and cruel.

Fortunately, his daughter Fan Xintong is still alive. Shen Shi'an kept his promise in mind and he will do everything in his power to protect the child's safety.

I heard that Shen Shi'an was connected to the phone. The library boiled instantly. The escape after the passenger plane crashed was too hasty. Some people did not have time to bring the phone. Some people brought the phone but did not bring the charger. The phone was turned off, and the rest had both a mobile phone and a fortunate battery, all of them took the phone out and madly called to try to get in touch with the outside world.

The rustling noise in Shen Shi'an's mobile phone suddenly became louder, and Gu Yan's voice on the other side became more and more blurred, fragmented and unspeakable, and seemed to be interrupted at any time. The other party should also be aware of this, because Mr. Gu's speaking speed suddenly eagerly accelerated "... An An ... Beijing side ... Chaos ... dead above ... uncontrollable, ... Qin family ... military ... you must be careful ... can't ... The rescue team ... soon ... pick you up ... "

"beep…………"

Waiting for Mr. Gu to finish, there is only a long and meaningless busy tone in the mobile phone. The call was dropped.

Shen Shi'an called back immediately, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't connect again.

The other survivors exploded their phones and failed to make any calls. At this time, seeing Shen Shi'an ended the call and all came around immediately. "Mr. Shen, are you in touch with the outside world? Who called you? "What did he say? Is the rescue team coming soon? How about the disaster elsewhere? Is there a zombie virus out there? Why can't your cell phone get us through ..."

The swarming problem almost drowned Shen Shi'an. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then hugged the child who was caught by his leg. "The call was from my father. He and I exchanged each other's current situation. Information. Others were in Beijing, where a zombie virus also broke out, and the disaster situation should not be more optimistic than the city of H. Now the communication network has collapsed due to data overload. It should only be an accident when my mobile phone can connect to the phone, like in a deep mountain old forest I just received the signal. "I don't know how many times Mr. Gu has tried to make this call.

Everyone was anxious and couldn't be quiet. They tried to get more information from Shen Shi'an, but Shen Shi'an himself had very limited information and couldn't answer more questions. So after more than 20 minutes, the survivors could only be disappointed. But reluctantly returned to their original positions.

Before leaving, several people expressed the hope that they could borrow Shen Shi'an's mobile phone to continue trying. Shen Shi'an thought about it and agreed. His mobile phone was replaced after the accident. There was no personal information in it. After checking it, he borrowed the mobile phone. Make an appointment to return tomorrow morning.

Hopeful people are more suitable for living together than hopeless people.

Startled by the call, the survivors couldn't fall asleep anyway for a short time. Someone turned on the radio function in the mobile phone, carefully switched the frequency, and tried to receive messages from the outside. No matter how you tune it, the phone can always receive a rustling electronic noise.

"I used to listen to the radio every night," said the middle-aged man who turned on the radio. "But I haven't heard one since the outbreak of the virus. No matter which channel is not working, it stands to reason, even if many people become zombies, But the tower receiving station is still there, can't it suddenly all be broken? "

"I'm thinking about this too. It shouldn't be difficult to send a message on the radio. Why have all these three days passed and the country hasn't moved at all? It's good to send an explanation statement to appease the masses."

"I do n’t have to worry too much, do we still see helicopters during the day? Now that the rescue team has appeared, it is only a matter of time before we are rescued. Wait until all the survivors come together to lead the party and the country It is not difficult to restore normal social order. "

"Can the rescue team leave soon?" Someone suddenly interjected, the sound was not too loud, but it succeeded in quickly cooling the fiery hope that had just ignited in the reading room.

After a long time, someone whispered, "... the rescue team, will you come back?"

There was silence, and no one answered him.

Shen Shi'an held Shen Xun and lay back on the tatami. The child was afraid of heat and looked like a small stove. Shen Shi'an covered him with a blanket, turned his head and quietly stretched out his feet. Tapping "Don't make trouble, watch out for cold."

Shen Shi'an was not surprised that the broadcast could not receive the message.

He agreed with Professor Li's analysis that there is an absolutely inseparable link between zombies and influenza viruses. Coupled with the news about Mrs. Fan that he just learned from Mr. Gu, it is very likely that before the virus outbreak, all people infected with the flu will become zombies after the virus outbreak.

This means that at the moment of the virus outbreak, the country's population had been halved. Coupled with the fact that the source zombies subsequently infected the zombie virus by grabbing, biting, or eating, the most conservative estimates are that the number of survivors in China as a whole will not exceed one quarter of the total population.

What's more fatal is that the influenza virus infection has no regularity, has nothing to do with age, has nothing to do with sex, and has no physical strength. In other words, three quarters of the population lost in these two and a half days, including In all fields, industries, and positions, as long as the virus is infected, no one can be spared.

A country or society is like a huge and sophisticated high-end machine. For its normal operation, countless individuals need to be used as gears to coordinate and connect with each other. This lack of any link will cause major problems, and a quarter of it The vacancy of the three populations is definitely a devastating blow to the state apparatus. The breakdown of the communication network and power outages throughout the city are the best proof.

The transmitter and receiver used to transmit the broadcast signal may be intact, but the person making the signal may not be.

What's more, judging from Mr. Gu's last paragraph, the zombie virus is probably more destructive to the upper-level authorities. If the entire superstructure is on the verge of collapse, no one will be able to send a broadcast signal to alleviate the panic. No matter how speculative it is, wait until the end of this round of shuffling and the new power mechanism is determined. At that time, even if we think of the need to transmit signals, how many people can hear when the power is cut off is unknown.

Shen Shi'an rubbed the child's hair, and his gaze out the window was a little dignified. In the call with Mr. Gu, his gain was not small, and he had a lot of information that was important to him. But because the signal was not good, his speech was intermittently ambiguous, and he was not sure whether he understood some information correctly.

For example, the Qin family has specialized in officials and business circles for several generations, and their family members have been in high positions or have a wealth of wealth. How can they be related to the military? Or did he miss any important information during the call?

However, no matter how tangled, this question can't be answered right now, and we can only discuss it in detail with Mr. Gu after arriving in Beijing. According to Mr. Gu said on the phone, the rescue team should be able to come soon.

The reading room became quiet again, and those who tried to make calls gradually gave up. The middle-aged man who turned on the radio did not turn off the phone, tuned the frequency casually, and placed a constant electronic noise on the table.

Shen Shian was thinking about things, waking up very shallowly like a dream. So when a cry cried suddenly at more than four in the morning, his eyes opened instantly.

The voice came from the mobile phone on the table, which is much clearer than the call before Shen Shian, and every word can be heard clearly.

"... Hey, hey, can anyone hear me? I am Xiong Mengmeng, who lives in 2203, Building 12, Qinglan Villa, Taoyuan Street, H City Business District, and is now transmitting a signal to the outside through a homemade transmitter. If anyone can hear Me, please help me, please. My house is out of power because the floor is too high and the water has stopped. My mother has n’t returned to find food. I ’m so hungry. The black outside is full of monsters. I ’m so scared ... ... if anyone hears me, please, can you come and save me ... "

The girl's especially tender voice is no more than fifteen years old, with obvious weakness and fear to the extreme crying, echoing between the bookshelves of the reading room, traveling through the most viscous darkness before dawn, emitting Despair is all over the body.

Someone yelled, "Who turned on the radio, can't turn it off yet!"

The radio turned off, the girl's cry disappeared instantly, and the reading room was dead.

The child arched in the arms of Shen Shi'an and stumbled, "... An'an?"

Shen Shi'an sighed indifferently and held him tighter. "It's all right, sleep."