The village chief's words were like a stone weighing a thousand kilograms, suddenly falling into the lake. In the blink of an eye, the calm lake surface was shattered into pieces. The splashing water was like the current mood of the villagers, floating in the air.
Ups and downs, swaying everywhere with the wind.
Then it kept falling.
Emotions are contagious, and at some times, emotions spread much faster than diseases.
Those words, like a bolt from the blue, at this moment, at this moment, completely shattered all the luck, all the doubts, and all the confusions of the villagers, as well as their hearts that had been calm for a long time.
"Zombies!"
This word usually only appeared in some legends, but now it really appeared in front of their eyes. At this moment, everyone had a blank look on their faces.
This legendary thing suddenly appeared, and fear and confusion came at the same time, but most of them were really puzzled. They didn't know why this legendary terrifying monster appeared so suddenly in their small mountain village.
The villagers were just stunned for a while, and then they all rushed to the village chief. The only person in front of them who knew the situation was the village chief, and this person who knew the situation was their only savior now.
"village head!"
"Village chief, what should we do?"
"Village Chief, are there really zombies?"
"You mean those people were killed by zombies?"
"Did the old man turn into a zombie?"
"Was that middle-aged man killed by a zombie?"
... ...
The villagers had a lot of questions, and the chatter suddenly turned this mountain village, which was very quiet just now, into a noisy place like a downtown area.
The old locust tree at the entrance of the village became an obstacle for everyone. They wanted to cross here and get closer to the village chief, but the old tree became an obstacle in front of everyone, blocking those people and they could only stand there.
Behind them, everyone stood on their toes and stretched their necks, wanting to see what the village chief would say.
Death is right in front of them. Although half of the people did not see the death of those people, after the reports of the few people who returned to the village before, everyone already knew the way these four people died and the way the middle-aged man died.
People die in similar ways.
Now that the village chief said this, everyone accepted it. The middle-aged man, like the four people on the mountain, was bitten to death by zombies.
They didn't know why such a terrifying thing suddenly appeared in the village. Death was right in front of them. They wanted to avoid it but there was no way or any chance.
Maybe one of them will die next.
Never before has death been so close to them, so close that someone might die in front of them in the next second.
The panic has made all the villagers forget to worry about the few people who have died. The dead are not as important as the living people anyway. Even their family members are looking at the village helplessly.
Chief, I hope the village chief can give everyone a solution to the current situation.
While they were panicking, they also had some doubts in their hearts. They didn't know how the village chief concluded that those people died from the mouths of zombies.
"well"
The old man let out a long sigh, his expression somewhat lonely.
The old man did not speak immediately, but raised his head and looked at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. Over the heads of everyone, he glanced at the village where he had lived for a long time. There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
There is a kind of reluctance.
"You don't have to doubt it. It's really a zombie. I had some doubts when I saw that middle-aged man before."
"Everyone may have seen the death of the middle-aged man, but his death was different from those who died last night. He just looked like he had been bitten by some wild beast, and then he was covered in black and blue, and his face
His skin was bruised, and fangs began to grow in his mouth."
"I didn't dare to say this at the time. I also hoped that I was wrong, because the man looked relatively tall before he was put in the coffin."
"But..." the old man paused for a moment, and then continued: "After seeing the bodies of Zhu Zhu and others who just died, I am now very sure that there is indeed a zombie in the village, and this zombie is none other than the one who died a few days ago.
The one who fell."
"His body was not lost, but he turned into a zombie and ran away from the coffin..."
The village chief's words made the hearts of everyone in the village tremble. They did not expect that things would take such a turn. They originally felt sorry and pity for the old man's lost body, but now all that is left is
Fear and anger.
They never thought that just a few days ago, they were searching for the old man's body all over the mountains and plains. In just a blink of an eye, this lonely old man who lost his body after death would now become the source of all this terror.
.
No one expected that things would turn out like this. The neighbor couple who had taken care of the old man for a long time now completely changed their expressions. They didn't understand why such a situation happened.
Logically speaking, the lonely old man should have received a lot of care from the villagers, but now...
"Then, what should we do?"
A man struggled for a long time and found that after the village chief finished speaking, he fell into silence. Everyone was waiting for the village chief's next words, but the village chief seemed to have finished everything and just stood there, staring blankly.
The old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Everyone also didn’t understand why the village chief would still pay attention to the old locust tree at this time.
Tree.
And Hanzi's words can be regarded as speaking out the voices of everyone. This is an issue that everyone is concerned about.
"Let's get out of here."
A few words seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the village chief. The old man's shoulders collapsed at this moment, as if a big mountain suddenly pressed down on him, crushing the old man's spine and making him unable to withstand such force anymore.
what to do?
leave?
Do you really want to leave?
It’s hard to leave one’s homeland. This sentence was quite apt for the farmers at that time. People at that time, especially those in the village, relied on the sky for food and relied on their own efforts to dig food from the ground.
The home that was built, the land that was finally built, the place where generations of people have lived.
Do we really have to leave like this?
Here are not only their fields, their houses, but also their ancestral graves.
Is it really that easy to leave a place?
If they leave there, how and where should they live in the future?
What should they do?
If you stay here, you have to face the threat of zombies, but if you leave, the whole family will have nothing to live on. This is summer, and autumn is coming soon. This is the most difficult time for every family.
Not to mention that there is not much food left, even if there is some left, it will not be able to support the family for another year if we leave here now.
If you leave, you will directly lose a year's harvest, which is a very huge income for these farmers. And how should you live in a new place?
At that time, there was no such thing as working in the city. Even if they did go to the city, how could these farmers, who spent half their lives digging for food in the fields, have the ability to find a job?
Maybe after leaving here, they will become beggars on the street soon.
That means you don't have enough to eat, you don't have enough clothes to wear, you don't even have a stable place to live...
They dare not imagine whether that kind of life is better than death. The future is uncertain, and there are many crises behind them. Death is forcing everyone to make a choice.
Should I leave, or should I wait here for possible death at any time?
The village chief stopped talking and stared at everyone quietly. At this time, he had already finished what he should say. Such things were not something that he, the village chief, could make the decision about. He was the village chief, but he could not decide this matter.
He can conceal the fate of everyone in the village, but he cannot lead everyone to death.
Zombies, in the eyes of people like them who have experienced and seen them, are synonymous with death.
Escape or stay is everyone's choice, and he respects everyone's choice, even if this choice may cost them their lives.