This is apocalyptic

Chapter 3 003: He is a mad scientist.
Persistent fever.

I woke up briefly twice during the process, but it was too dark and the candle was out, so I couldn't see anything.

He vaguely felt his forehead was wet, as if it was treated with a cold compress, which made Bai Xiao feel a little relaxed.

When he regained consciousness again, he was shaken awake. Bai Xiao stared blankly at the sunlight above his head. The tricycle squeaked as it moved, just like yesterday.

He remembered being kidnapped and his hands and feet were tied with iron chains.

After trying to struggle, Bai Xiao found that he was not mistaken.

But wasn't he transported by a tricycle yesterday? Why was he lying on the tricycle again? Bai Xiao curled up in the truck bed and tried to think with his limited rationality.

Could it be that the other party discovered that there was no hope of saving him and wanted to transport him back?

brute.

I vaguely remember that I seemed to have turned into a zombie.

I tried to turn my head to take a look, and saw that my arm was swollen and pus was already oozing out.

Lying in a daze on the bed of the tricycle, Bai Xiao didn't know if he had mutated. He just felt hungry and thirsty.

His vision was a little blurry and he was tied up and couldn't rub his eyes. Bai Xiao closed his eyes and his eyelids felt unexpectedly hot.

Now you should have a pen and a notebook. If you can record the experience of becoming a zombie, it will definitely be an unprecedented and great scientific research topic.

I'm just not sure if I still have the ability to write. Bai Xiao vaguely remembered last night... maybe last night, if his perception of time was not destroyed, the other party tried to communicate last night, but it was difficult. Maybe the infection caused him to know that the other party was talking, but it was difficult to understand what the other party meant.

Or maybe the language nerves were damaged by the fever?

You know, the human brain is very complex. Brain damage may cause loss of language function, intermittent pronunciation, and inability to form content in words, which is aphasia. Another type is inability to understand what others say, with a loss of connection between sound and meaning, or even inability to distinguish speech.

Viral infection destroys all brain functions, leaving only instincts and turning the brain into a wild beast?
His sense of his current situation gradually became blurred, and instead some inexplicable things in the corner of his memory surfaced, which gave Bai Xiao a very bad experience.

Just like a small boat swaying in the ocean of memory, it is difficult to control what you think and remember. You can only go with the flow and see where the boat that may sink at any time will drift to.

When he tried to get his mind right again, he found that he was no longer on the tricycle.

This was a very scary thing. Bai Xiao realized that he had lost his memory. He didn't know if he roared and pounced on people when he lost consciousness.

His hands and feet are now tied with iron chains, and the other end of the chain is locked to an iron frame. This looks like a yard. Not far away there is a pedal tricycle, which is tattered. Bai Xiao guessed that it was his means of transportation.

Further away, there was a figure with his butt sticking out, doing something unknown. Upon closer inspection, I found a basin of water on the ground, and the man was humming softly and rubbing his hair.

Good news, they were not transported back. Bad news... well, turning into a zombie was bad enough, there couldn't be any worse news.

They had established communication last night. It's not appropriate to say that they had communicated. To be more precise, he showed that he had the ability to communicate. Bai Xiao hoped that when he blacked out, he didn't expose his violent tendencies and ruin this kind of communication.

The speed of infection was unexpected. Bai Xiao roughly knew what it felt like to become a zombie. Although the other party was trying to communicate, he seemed to be in a daze and could only see the other party's mouth opening and closing.

Let’s establish communication again!
Bai Xiao looked at the other person for a while and made a few sounds with his mouth, but his tongue was not flexible. He thought about it, imitated the other person's melody, and began to hum.

The other party paused and turned to look at him.

Bai Xiao nodded vigorously and continued to hum.

The other person came over and looked him over, looking him up and down, then picked up a stick and poked him in the arm.

Bai Xiao discovered that his bitten arm had been washed at some point, and there was a piece of wet clothes covering his forehead.

"I, human." Bai Xiao tried to use short words and make his pronunciation clear.

The other party didn't say anything, just looked at him with a surprised expression. "Human, I am a human." After being infected, Bai Xiao hated being poked with a stick, and he felt an indescribable annoyance.

The fever continues.

The other person looked at him for a moment, then turned around and took out a notebook and a pen from somewhere. Those were the things Bai Xiao hoped to use on his way here. He wanted to record the experience of becoming a zombie in order to win the Nobel Zombie Prize. Although he didn't know whether there was such a prize, the paper was now in the other person's hands.

The other person was holding a small notebook, observing and writing something with his head down.

It looks like some kind of record.

Bai Xiao looked at the paper and pen in the other person's hand and tilted his head slightly.

…Okay, he was wrong. There is still worse news than turning into a zombie:

On the second day of the time travel, he turned into a zombie and was tied up by a mad scientist for experiments.

well.

Could it be worse?

Bai Xiao sat on the ground, scratched the soil with his fingers, and suddenly realized that the ground was not cement, but yellow soil.

He thought about it, and tried to raise his hand to write on the ground, wanting to write "I haven't turned into a zombie yet"

But the word "I" was written in a mess. Bai Xiao calmed down and saw that the other party stopped writing and looked at him. He thought for a while and wrote the word "person" on the ground.

Then I wrote another one.

Man, I am a man.

Bai Xiao tried to write the character "人" in a straight and standard way, rather than scribbling. Even if there is a language barrier, this neat, regular, and recognizable symbol can convey the message of communication.

Is it powerful if zombies can write?
Bai Xiao suddenly felt that he could still be rescued.

Theoretically speaking, fever is the process of the immune system fighting against the virus, and the battle is still ongoing. Bai Xiao seems to be able to hear the battle horn coming from his body, and the immune system is tenaciously resisting the attack of the zombie virus.

The word "人" was written in a row, and he looked up at the other person. Is there a vaccine? I can still be saved. Please help me get 20 or 30 shots to help my immune system.

The other person had a subtle expression and no one knew what he was thinking. He just looked at the scribbles on the ground and then at Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao was feeling groggy and it was difficult for him to even keep his head up. He lowered his head and hummed softly to the tune that the other person had just sung when he was washing up.

A zombie was humming a song with his head down.

This scene must be very strange.

Bai Xiao thought.

The other party turned and left. Bai Xiao didn't know whether what he wrote had any effect. He had a splitting headache.

The other person came back, poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of him with a wooden stick.

After thinking for a while, the other party took another piece of meat and pushed it towards him with the stick. Hunger drove Bai Xiao to look at the piece of meat. He had a feeling that he would be healed by eating it, but he tried to restrain himself.

Sadly, he felt himself drooling.

It was purely a physiological reaction, which made Bai Xiao panic.

(End of this chapter)