The end of the world: zombies are the end

Nan Yi secretly marveled that the people at the entrance of the gymnasium must be professionals, and they seemed to be even more stable than Wu Shaoqin and the others.

The body shape and pace were exactly the same as the SWAT police he had seen in the hospital before. He suspected that this might be a SWAT-like team.

Nan Yi couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, those who can survive in the apocalypse are the strong ones. Teams like Wu Shaoqin, as well as the crowd outside the stadium, have many survivors with tall figures and sharp eyes.

The space inside the gymnasium is large, and some walls have been repainted. The remaining black blood stains also prove that there were zombies here.

After passing the lobby, the team entered a corridor. There were no lights on on both sides, making it a little dark.

Nan Yi looked around casually, holding the woman with both hands, but his body kept feeling the shaking rifle.

After all, it was just his first time coming in. If something happened, he would definitely drop the woman in his hand immediately and fight back with a gun.

Quietly, he followed the team for a short distance and then went up the stairs to the second floor.

Looking from the glass in the corridor on the second floor, there are large badminton courts and basketball courts on both sides. The courts inside are filled with supplies covered with tarpaulins.

There were almost no people seen along the way, and it didn't look like a gathering place of thousands of people at all.

After a while, they came to a brightly lit room, and the door sign outside said gym.

After entering, Nan Yi discovered that there was not a single piece of fitness equipment in the gym, but there were quite a few hospital beds, and most of the dozens of hospital beds were occupied by people.

"Hello, Doctor Qin!"

"Hello, Doctor Qin!"

"..."

"Hello!"

Before he could look any further, a childish voice came out.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the room on the right side of the ward had been transformed into an amusement park. At this time, there were a dozen children of five or six years old. They ran out in colorful clothes and greeted Qin Yu happily.

Looking at this scene, Nan Yu felt like he was in a kindergarten for a moment.

"Teacher Ming~"

"Teacher Ming~, what's wrong with you~"

"woooo~"

Suddenly, a child saw the woman lying on the stretcher and rushed to her. Tears were streaming down her face as she shouted.

Children are like this, they are happy when one is happy, and cry when the other one cries.

The entire infirmary was filled with the sad cries of children in less than three seconds.

Others looked at the woman in Nan Yi's arms and stood on tiptoe, tugging at the woman's clothes while calling "Teacher Xi."

Nan Yi felt bitter in his mouth, and a layer of sadness appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

"Children, children, listen to me!"

Qin Yu covered her mouth when she heard the sound, tilted her head and quickly wiped her eyebrows. Then she looked serious and shouted several times before attracting the attention of the children.

Then she said softly: "Teacher Ming and Teacher Xi are a little sleepy. Let them have a good rest. Everyone, please keep your voice down, okay!"

"Good~"

The children were also very obedient, but there were still a few who looked at the two women and stood there in a daze, weeping silently.

Qin Yu didn't look again. After speaking, he turned his head away, his eyes red.

After a while, he reluctantly said to Nan Yi: "Mr. Nan, just put it on the empty bed over there, thank you!"

Nan Yi nodded in response, holding the woman in his arms and walking towards the empty bed in the ward, followed by a busy child.

Before he reached the hospital bed, children were surrounding the hospital bed. A few older children even knew how to lift the quilt and looked at Nan Yi with sincere concern.

Nan Yi gently put the woman down and carefully took off the woman's hand that was holding on to him.

Helping the child to cover her with a quilt, Nan Yi was stunned when he was about to turn around, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

"Mr. Nan, are you okay?"

I don't know how long it took, but Nan Yi felt that he was blinded by inexplicable anger, and his whole body was stagnant until he was woken up by Dr. Qin Yu.

Nan Yi came back to his senses, exhaled a breath, and said in a sharp tone: "Are they dead?"

Looking at Dr. Qin Yu's winking eyes, Nan Yu looked down and saw that he was holding the doctor's hand tightly with such strength that the exposed fingertips were a little white.

Nan Yi quickly let go. He was confused just now, and was touched by Qin Yu's hand. He immediately turned around and grabbed him. Only then did he realize it.

"Sorry, sorry, I just..."

Qin Yu rubbed his hands and waved away the guards who were about to come up. His eyes turned cold and he said harshly: "Of course, one of them will be kicked to death by the guards, and the rest will be fed to those monsters alive."

Nan Yi looked over and saw that Xiaohu, who was following the team in front of the security gate just now, was staring at him with a wary expression.

"Ah That's good!"

Nan Yi was not disgusted by the act of feeding people to zombies, but felt extremely happy.

After he put down the female teacher just now, he found that there was something strange about the patients on the more than ten hospital beds in front of him.

When he stared at it, he was shocked, and then the anger in his heart almost burst out.

It was in front of more than ten hospital beds, and now there were many children standing beside the beds, interacting with the patients above.

The children's laughter echoed in the ward.

The ones on the hospital bed were also children, and their legs were bandaged.

There were eight children lying in the row in front of Nan Yi, with their calves reaching knee-down, and they all disappeared.

That's why Nan Yi feels so neat, weird, helpless, and infuriating.

On the other side, not only the one who lost his legs, but also the two children had their hands disappeared.

All that was left was his weak body, lying there quietly, his eyes dull and lifeless, like a small walking corpse.

After contacting the two previous teachers, he also understood why the two women were dressed so tightly in the hot weather.

When he hugged the female teacher just now, there were countless shocking scars on his neck.

As for the other female teacher, she must have endured too much and her behavior has changed subconsciously.

Hearing the word child, or death, triggers pain.

Nan Yi was full of apologies. He just remembered to be careful about this apocalypse and be careful about people's hearts.

Little does he know that this end of the world is lucky enough for him, but the damage caused to those who know nothing about it is irreparable.

He also knew that a kindergarten definitely had more than two teachers, but those who survived were all in this state.

What happened to those teachers who passed away?

What will happen to people in other professions who have passed away?

Nan Yi clenched his hands tightly and his expression became increasingly ferocious. He really wanted to kill those cruel people with his own hands, but he shouldn't let them die so easily.

"Uncle! What's the matter with you?"

Nan Yi lowered his head when he heard this. A little boy gently stroked his fist and looked at him with concern.

The little boy only knew that it was this uncle who sent their teacher back.

"The teacher said you can't make fists, otherwise you'll hit others."

"Yes, the teacher also said, don't be afraid, people like uncle will come to us soon, and then we can continue to go to kindergarten."

"But I saw the teacher sometimes clenching her fists and shivering with cold. As soon as I passed by, she was fine."

"Yes, yes, the teacher said, we are the best."

Several little boys heard the sound and came over.

There was no trace of fear in the childish voice.

Nan Yi's tense body also relaxed, and his clenched fists were released, touching the little boy's tender little hands.

He bent down, his eyes were clear, and he said seriously: "The teacher is right. You should grow up well, always accompany the teacher, and protect the teacher."