6

As time went by, Pearl Williams became more and more anxious because she had made some predictions in the past two days, and none of them came true. Now there were only eleven days left before the zombie outbreak she had predicted.

That day she looked at us with a serious expression and said, "There will be a car accident in our community at two o'clock this morning. A bicycle will be hit by a black car. The bicycle owner is not injured, and he has not asked the car owner for money." Pearl Williams vowed and repeatedly assured us that it would definitely happen.

My dad had completely stopped believing it and didn't take it seriously. At 2 a.m., Pearl Williams woke us up one by one. We arrived at the location she said, and my dad's face had already darkened, ready to lose his temper at any moment. Unexpectedly, at the time, a black car really drove over and hit the bicycle on the opposite side. Just as she said, the bicycle owner was not injured because he was in a hurry and left.

My dad's eyes widened, and my mom excitedly held Pearl Williams' hand, as if she was holding the chosen one. It wasn't over yet, she said that in a few minutes, a woman's bag would be robbed by a thief, but it was okay, passers-by would rush out to help. The result was exactly as she said, even the clothes of several people matched exactly.

After walking a little further, Pearl Williams said that a couple would quarrel, and the man would kneel down and beg the woman not to leave. The woman was a rich woman, and the man was a little boy. Everything was just as Pearl Williams said.

Pearl Williams said that because of the outbreak of the apocalypse, the magnetic field changed, and people were affected, so many things happened today. My dad muttered to himself: "Is there really going to be a zombie crisis?"

"Dad! Everything is just like in my dream! Don't you believe it?! If there is no safe house, we will definitely die! Those zombies will mutate in the later stage!" "Dad! I am the smartest in the whole family! God gave us instructions to let our family survive!" My dad threw the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot: "Okay! I believe you! I will sell the house tomorrow! Then I will give you the money, and you can do whatever you want!"