Disaster struck, and a reclusive young man was unfortunately bitten by a zombie. What should have marked the end of his life instead took a dramatic turn—he became a zombie with self-awareness. Witnes
“I might be done for!” Ma Yi stared at the bite mark on his wrist, his heart pounding violently. Right now, he deeply regretted his curiosity that had sent him downstairs to see what was happening.
Half an hour earlier. It was New Year's Day, 2024. Ma Yi was still sleeping in his rented room when a commotion from downstairs woke him—especially the shrill wail of an ambulance, which was all too clear in the early morning air.
Ma Yi’s instinct to join the crowd was instantly awakened. He climbed out of bed, nimbly pulled open the curtains, and was greeted by a faintly red-tinged mist.
The mist carried a faint stench, a smell of rot. Standing at the window on the third floor, Ma Yi couldn’t make out what was happening below, but he noticed an unusual gathering of residents outside. The ambulance's siren soon faded into the distance, but the crowd showed no sign of dispersing.
From his vantage point, he could see people talking animatedly, but the thick fog blurred his vision, and he couldn’t make out what was being said.
With efficient movements, he slipped on his trousers, shrugged into his down jacket as he walked, grabbed his keys and the household trash by the door. He told himself he was just going out to throw away the garbage and would take a look out of curiosity. In reality, he simply wanted to be part of the excitement and find out what was happening. The trash was just a convenient excuse to blend into the crowd and fish for news. As a so-called “three-no” youth of the new century—no house, no car, no wife—he felt it was im