When the door of the utility room was closed, Fran finally no longer needed to hold on. His body collapsed on the bed, and a dense feeling of dizziness and powerlessness attacked him.
Fran knew that what he had was not a cold, nor was it a mild symptom. He saw that his health status was yellow "blood plague erosion".
My body is fighting against the blood epidemic. The good news is that today is the fifth day and my body has not collapsed yet. The bad news is that I don’t know how many more days my body can last.
In the past few days, Fran's body has become weaker and weaker, and his physical fitness has been declining. The physical conflict that broke out between Fran and the black kid just now used up all his physical energy. The kid didn't actually need to draw a gun, he just
Come over and give him a kick to knock Fran down.
"Don't worry, I will be fine. My body is extremely strong and I will miraculously recover again." Fran kept comforting himself in a daze until he fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but Fran heard a knock on the door.
"Hi, Mr. Fran, are you still awake? I've brought you food."
Fran heard the charming female voice outside the door and thought of the beautiful lady who stood at the door to greet them today.
"That woman's ass is really big. It would be great if I could fuck her." Fran began to think in his mind, but unfortunately he was powerless now. Even if Avella stripped naked and lay in his arms, he would still be unable to do it.
"I'm awake." Fran replied, struggling to prop up his body and sit up, and then quickly pretended to be nonchalant.
"Squeak." The door opened, and it was the lady outside the door. She was carrying a wooden tray, with a large steaming bowl on it and a cup filled with water.
"Mr. Fran, it's time to eat." Avella bent down and placed the wooden plate in front of Fran. With that bending action, Fran's eyes turned fiercely in Avella's deep groove.
lock up.
After feasting his eyes, Fran turned his eyes. When he saw the glass of water, he couldn't wait to pick it up and drink it down.
"Ah? You drank it all so quickly?" Avella said in panic when she saw Fran drinking all the water in one go.
"Huh? Is something wrong?" Fran saw the panic on Avella's face, and he couldn't help but panic. Could they have poisoned the water?
Elvira pointed to the wooden plate and said, "You haven't taken your medicine yet."
"Oh." Fran took a look and saw a white medicine on the wooden tray. They actually brought me medicine.
"It's okay, I like to take it dry." Fran made a very calm look. He threw the pills in his mouth and swallowed them mixed with saliva.
This medicine is bitter and tastes similar to painkillers.
Fran picked up the bowl, then picked up a spoon and stirred it together. This was a bowl of paste, and if you add a few more attributive words, it was a bowl of paste with an unknown color and a strange aroma.
"Sorry." Avella said to Fran, "Since the power outage, no one knows how to make bread anymore. We have been eating this kind of paste these days."
Fran nodded. Since the advent of bread machines and ovens, perhaps only the grandparents' generation has retained the skill of baking bread in wood stoves.
Fran picked up the bowl and took a sip of the paste. Well, it tasted pretty good and the temperature was just right. So Fran held the bowl and sucked for a while. The paste quickly bottomed out. Then he picked up the spoon and scraped it again, and finally stretched out his index finger.
I wiped it again and the entire bowl was as clean as if it had been washed.
"Poor Fran, you haven't eaten in a few days." Avila said sympathetically when she saw Fran like this.
"Uh, one day..." Fran said sheepishly. He sighed and said, "Okay, two days."
Before the blackout, Fran had already run out of food. Even the condiments at home, including salt, were made into supplements and drank by him. If the Gospel Search and Rescue Team hadn't come to rescue him today, he might have starved to death in his room tomorrow.
Inside.
"Have a good rest, and wish you a speedy recovery." After seeing Fran finish eating, Avella took back the tableware and smiled sweetly at him.
Fran also smiled stupidly, and then the wooden door was closed.
After the wooden door was closed, Fran lay back on the bed. Now his stomach was full. The unknown pill seemed to be working. He was much more comfortable now. To be fair, the people in the gospel team were really nice to him. This was indeed a good place.
place.
There is a reason why Americans fear segregation, because in the short history of America, there have been countless official and unofficial uses of segregation to commit various crimes against humanity, so Americans fear segregation as soon as they hear it.
Involuntarily equating it with illegal detention, human experimentation, slave trading, and torture and murder.
Unexpectedly, the gospel team really provided him with the safe shelter, clean food and treatment drugs they promised. The price for such perfect conditions was just a few sleeps.
It is said that a few hours ago, this was a good thing that Fran could not even dream of, but now it has actually happened.
After discovering that the isolation treatment was so comfortable, Egger would not leave Fran no matter how much he wanted to drive him away, unless Egger pointed a gun at him again and told him to leave.
No, I won't leave even if I die. Rather than going out and being bitten to death by those monsters, it's really better to be shot to death.
The shootout that took place in the police station that day, Fran witnessed the entire process with his own eyes. If it were not for his unusual weakness due to fever at that time, Fran would have rushed to the police station to join the survivors.
Fortunately, Fran moved a little slower, so he escaped the wave of infected people.
Fran swore that he had never seen such a crazy scene in the movies. He saw the tide of infected people pouring into the police station, and then turning into a waterfall of infected people flowing down from the second-floor window.
All the survivors were dead.
With the crowd of infected people outside the door, coupled with the power outage and food shortage, Fran's life was very difficult every hour.
Every night, Fran looks forward to contacting other survivors. At least when he knows that there are others alive around him, he can have more motivation to live.
Until that afternoon, Fran heard Lily's broadcast on the radio, and the gospel team sent a search and rescue team to carry out emergency rescue in the community. Miss Lily's heavenly voice infused him with immense hope.
At night, Fran took a flashlight and used Moore's code to convey this good deed to the survivors' neighbors, but the neighbors directly gave him three big X's.
Well, today Fran knew that it turned out that the Gospel search and rescue team had arrived at the landlord's house yesterday, and the neighbor turned out to be a beautiful high school girl.
"I will recover, I will recover miraculously. I just ate a lot of food, and I also took very effective medicine." Fran lay on the bed and encouraged himself in a sleepy state, "Thank God, thank you.
Gospel Rescue Team, thank you Father Locke..."
What Fran didn't know was that when Avella brought him food and water just now, Egg was standing outside the door coldly with a Glock in his hand, waiting quietly...
