Chapter 15 Thirteen, the sound of footsteps in the dark night

September 26, 200X at 12:05 am I thought about it carefully, and now I have two choices: the first is to stay alert all the time, to be vigilant and pay attention to any changes around me, and to react immediately as long as there is a slight sign of trouble; Sleep, just do what you want, and leave everything to fate. I have considered the consequences of both options. If I choose the first option, it is possible to save my life temporarily, but if I live in a state of neurosis all day long, it is inevitable that I will not become a neurotic one day; Kind of, although I am not so tired, but I am not sure when I will become a guest of the mortuary.Originally, I planned to be like a single mother who said that I would be relieved when I died, but when I really wanted to do this, I found that I was actually not so free and easy.

I was frowning, in great pain, and didn't know what choice to make. I looked at the clock, it was past 12 in the morning, is everyone else in the supermarket asleep?Or are some waking up, facing tough choices like me? I was lost in thought, when suddenly I heard heavy footsteps coming from the bathroom. Is someone going to the bathroom?But, why did he walk so slowly, and it took him a long time to hear the second footsteps, as if he had to struggle to take a step, who the hell... etc. My breathing stopped suddenly, and my blood seemed to stop flowing temporarily.I suddenly realized a problem - if someone went to the bathroom, then I should be able to hear his footsteps "going" to the bathroom before, instead of just hearing his footsteps coming out of the bathroom like now.

Who would just come out of the bathroom?Moreover, why is this person's footsteps so strange, step by step, step by step... without any change... walking slowly and dullly, like a walking dead. The walking dead?There was a chill all over me, the hairs on my face stood on end, and my hair stood on end—God, how could I come up with such a terrible but so apt word? The heavy and slow footsteps continued, and the fear in my heart had reached its peak.I don't get it, didn't everyone else hear it?Or did someone hear it and not pay attention like I did? I was horrified and terrified to hear the footsteps going in a certain direction, and I judged in my heart how far the walking person was from me, would he suddenly appear in front of me?

The scary thing is that the sound of footsteps makes it difficult for me to judge - it is far and near, sometimes weak and sometimes strong, and the only constant is the slow rhythm.There is no vitality, no change, not even a breath of life.My fragile nerves were tortured to the point of collapse. Suddenly, the terrifying sound of footsteps stopped abruptly again in an instant, just like when it happened just now, coming and going without a trace. I waited quietly until 12:30, and the footsteps did not sound again. My heart was relieved, but my whole body softened as if I had been drained of strength.I felt exhausted for a moment, but I didn't know what to do next, whether to stay alert or sleep soundly-that conflicting choice was placed in front of me again.

I suddenly felt that facing a choice is not the most painful; it is the most painful when you seem to have a choice, but in fact you cannot choose.It's like the question of who do you choose to save when your mother and wife fall into the water at the same time.