Chapter 11 A middle-aged man waiting for death

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It had been nearly three hours since the outbreak of the virus. Seeing from the window, there were only several zombies wandering in the street. Human beings that had run away were nowhere to see. Were they in some places safe or had they turned into zombies? Elvis knew there was not much time left. Now it was 2:30 p.m., in the winter of the north, the sun would set around 4:30 p.m. and it would be dark by 5:00 p.m. If he could not make it home before it got dark, the situation would be much severer by then. Elvis and Abigail checked their protection for the last time and then walked out of the company. This time they each held a golf club they found in the manager’s office. And Elvis gave the helmet and the pair of leather gloves to Abigail. Abigail felt warm and wore the helmet and gl

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