A third month after the outbreak, anti-mortem vaccine came out.
I cried in the bathroom.
I pretended to be human in order not to blow my head off.
I learned to eat, to write, and I volunteered to beat up the dead in order not to be suspicious…
Seeing a corpse of my head, my captain came to me: “Yo, little zombie, you’re not so easy to beat up.” I’m sorry.
After the calf, I dropped my vest.
One.
The mortuary virus broke out in the third month and I’m out of food.
Watching a city fall from one city to another, watching those who survived are divided.
I don’t want to be scared every day.
So I made a bold decision.
We’ll make ourselves a zombie in advance.
Maybe I’m lucky I’m a dead man.
It was my lucky day, when I opened the door, I saw a little zombie, and I bit my arm.
I’m in pain and I’m gonna dump him and close the door.
That’s a good bite.
I’m sorry about the moment I was eaten.
It’s not fun for a good man not to do it, not to be unconscious, to scream and eat the dead.
But I’m not going back.
The place where the mortuary had been bitten was still hot and a little numb.
I struggled to get to bed.
Anyway, I’m gonna get up tomorrow, and I’m probably a fresh little zombie.
The next day I woke up, I felt a little stiff.
How to describe this rigidity.
It was as if the air conditioner had been blowing on the face and neck for too long and had been paraplegic with a pillow.
I sat up a little stiff and moved a little slowly towards the bathroom.
Breathe, I open my eyes.
I must have cried in the mirror.
Look at the bodies out there, either faceless or skinless, or arm broken or eyeballed and white.
Anyway, no ugliest, only uglier.
But the girl in the mirror is a little pale, and the pupils are a little red, and there are no anomalies.
Huh?
Is it slow to bite your arm?
Forget it, whatever.
At least I changed.
Before I was completely unconscious, I ran into the room and changed myself into a windy dress.
If you want to be a dead body, you have to make a difference.
But, 24 hours have passed…
Forty-eight hours have passed…
I’m still not completely mortized.
But I started to slow down.
I’d hate to speak directly to Abba.
As a result, I haven’t completely turned into a mortuary, and the press has released an anti-mortem vaccine.
They’ll drop the vaccine at the surviving human home.
I know the truth, and Abaab swayed with the TV.
Too bad the mortuary won’t cry.
Or I’ll make sure he gets three days and three nights.
The vaccine can’t be developed early.
The news continued: “As the mortem became irreversible, the people concerned began to clean up the group from now on. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a message from Zouan saying hello to you.
Now, I’m gonna have to stay home and die.
But I was found.
Someone kicked the door of my house.
A young man with a large body, masked with a variety of cold weapons, swept around and looked under the table.
The little mortuary is shaking.
He walked a few steps forward, and he said, “Is it human?” I’m sorry.
Well, if it’s normal, I’ll have a big ear scratch.
But now I look at him and I can’t stop begging.
“I’m a man. I’m sorry.
“A survivor was found.” I’m sorry.
Two.
I was taken to the survivor base.
I found out my man was called Ling.
I thought I was over it, but I was happy too early.
Those who enter the survivor ‘ s base require a medical examination.
Boo!
I knew it better to die at home.
Now, if they find me dead, I guess there’s nothing left.
Can you run now?
The game found my moves, confusedly frowned, and said, “What are you doing? This is where the checkup is. I’m sorry.
I was in two battles. I couldn’t move.
The pick came up, like a little chicken, and he picked me up. I’m sorry.
I’m going home!
As a result, a skinny boy came in and was scared: “The boss is bad and Dr. Zhao was attacked by a corpse. I’m sorry.
“He’s the only doctor at our base.” I’m sorry.
The only doctor.
I opened my mouth and hey, laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” I’m sorry.
And I had a hard time saying, “I think of something happy.”
“Oh, what’s up? He’s got his hands around his chest and looks at me.
With those eyes staring at the hole, I felt numb, and I made an excuse, “I… my old… my old… hog is about to have a little… pig.” I’m sorry.
Then he approached me.
I’m tactical back.
He smiled, and said, “You speak against your will, or I will call you a stutter.” I’m sorry.
You’re a stutterer. Your whole family is stuttered!
That’s it. I stayed safely at the survivor’s base.
Because I’m a little stutter. I’m a disabled person.
So I’m now assigned to a dormitory of disabled survivors.
The dormitory is a super shop, like an indoor basketball court.
There’s a lot of kids in there.
“Sister, look at the color of your eyes.” I’m sorry.
Is it good?
Dead bodies bite for free.
I smiled nicely at her, but I laughed a little bit too stiff.
The kid ran away crying.
I found my own bed.
At lunch, I looked at the bread and mushroom soup in front of me.
Seriously, I have no appetite.
I used to eat like a dog, but now I lose interest in food.
That’s when I realized I was really a zombie.
But I don’t know why, I have human consciousness.
Sister, why don’t you eat? The kid just came back and looked at my bread.
In such an environment, there is a shortage of food and no one can eat enough.
The child’s face is starving and thin.
I hand her the bread, “You… you eat. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, sister. “The child picks up the bread and runs happily to her mother.
Her mother smiled with gratitude.
I’m not hungry either.
But some people think I’m hungry.
Yeah, it’s the game that saved me.
Before he went to bed, he took me to his office alone.
As soon as he entered the house, he started to undress.
I turned my teeth back.
Look at him as a decent man, a beast in human skin.
Do something about a dead woman?
It’s not human.
And when my brain was overfilled, he opened his mouth: “There are noodles on the table, eat them.” I’m sorry.
It smells good.
But I can’t smell it now.
I watched him with doubt.
He pulled a chair and sat down and said, “I see you gave the bread to the baby, but it’s a little stutter, but it’s kind of a stutter, but I’m not gonna let the survivors’ base starve and eat. I’m sorry.
I thank you.
3
I, a little mortuary, pretended to eat bubble noodles.
“Don’t worry about the heat?” He came up suddenly.
I almost threw the whole bowl of noodles in his face.
“Scared? He smiled, he looked at me, and he said, “Did you feel anything? I’m sorry.
Of course not.
It’s like eating noodles in your mouth like chewing dead branches.
But in order not to be suspicious, I made a bragging move, “Hush good hot.” I’m sorry.
He shot me in the head and said, “Take it slow.” I’m sorry.
I’m relieved.
Oh, my God, it’s over.
Eleven o’clock at night, sleeping time, but I’m pretty sober.
Not only am I awake, I can hear their heartbeats.
I find it good and bad to be a mortuary, and the good thing is not to sleep, like a party like me that spends 24 hours playing cell phones.
But now there’s no cell phone.
So empty, so lonely.
The first night at the survivor’s base, I thought a lot as a little zombie.
For example, when will I be completely mortified?
Will I lose my mind when I’m completely mortified?
They found out that I was actually a zombie.
The next day, the game came to my dorm early.
I actually liked him very much when I was a man.
The tall, handsome face, and the key to caring for small animals and children are the representatives of the Iron Hand.
It’s safe to be in love with such a man.
But now, I just want to stay away from him.
After all, he had a high chance of punching me in the head.
He looked in front of all the people and fell on me.
I stretched out my legs and had a yawn.
Then I heard the bone go up.
Wow, after being a mortuary, is the osteoporosis so fast?
“Stutter, come here.” He waved at me.
I came to him with fear.
“Can you read?”
Boss, before I was a zombie, I graduated from a famous college.
I nod my head.
“Write me a few words. I’m sorry.
I held out my claws, held the pen, and danced on it.
One minute later…
I couldn’t help but look at me, “It’s the twenty-first century, and I didn’t think education was yet universal. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Can anyone tell me why I can’t write when I’m a zombie?
“From now on, you follow them in writing. “The game is funny to me.
As a graduate of the prestigious college, I really wanted to go home and get my diploma and dump him in the face.
But I can only nod in humble places now.
“Well I’m learning! I’m sorry.
I turned away.
And then all of a sudden, the game stopped me. “Why are your eyes always so red, so bad? I’m sorry.
I’m a whole stallion.
The brain spins fast.
If I lose my vest, I may be dead on the spot.
“I’m… I’m new… sleeping… not used to it. I’m sorry.
Liang saw me for a while and left without saying anything.
I touched my heart.
It’s a good thing the zombies don’t sweat, or I’ll get myself a bath.
Can anyone tell me that I’ve crossed the Quaker Bridge and finished college with my life, and now I’m learning to spell with little dolls?
I feel that my intelligence and personality have been double-edged.
Why?
Because I’m not as fast as the little dolls.
It’s a game of bullies today.
He looked at my dog crawling, his thin lips, and he said, “How come you’re worse than a little doll? I’m sorry.
After that, he drew a job and handed it to me.
Five-year-old boy, full handwriting.
And me, the ghost.
My sorrows have turned into rivers.
I look down and I’m ashamed to dig a hole.
The game left me alone.
Night, I pick the lights.
When I’m a man, I never lose. It’s in the Vietnam War.
So, even if I turned into a zombie, I had the same quality as before.
And after writing the n-paper, I finally got it all worked out.
You asked me why I didn’t write my own name.
Ooh, ’cause I’m called Zip.
Because of that name, I’m on the starting line more than anyone else.
I’m still fighting my name.
Far out.
It’s not complicated to write the name of the game.
The complexity is that he misunderstood.
He came to me with the paper that I wrote his name and his eyes were so dark, so embarrassing and a little flattering.
I stuttered and asked him, “What do you want me for?” I’m sorry.
“The little stutter. He leaned on me.
I gotta get my head down.
Bullshit, if he saw my red eyes and white skin at close range, he wouldn’t doubt it.
But again, he misunderstood.
“You don’t like me, do you? I’m sorry.
My head’s even lower.
Because I saw a wound in his leg.
It’s bleeding.
Seeing blood, I feel like I have an unstoppable impulse.
Tooth itchy.
The near-looking legs, like the fat, juicy pig’s feet, make me want to stop and bite.
4
“What have you been staring at my feet for? “The sudden noise broke my mind.
I’m so hungry.
“Worried up again, with eyes as red as rabbits? “The game came near me and took a closer look.
I took a step back in fear.
Not hard, hungry.
For me, now’s a roasted, fat, fat roasted chicken.
I had to use all my milk to stop the urge to bite him.
It must have been a lot of work to fix that white neck.
I almost couldn’t help but to make the mortuary-specific “roar” sound.
“You… your leg… bleeding? “I’ve had a hard time looking away.
He looked down and made a decision to make me curse.
“When you do things in front of you, you scratch the iron skin. I’m sorry.
And I was scolding in my heart, and I said, “I’m stupid, you can find them.” I’m sorry.
Here they are, the beautiful little sisters of the survivor base.
One of them is a girl named Fifi, whose body is salivating, whose face is salivating, and whose eyes even one of my female corpses can’t stop looking at her.
“Who are they?” He asked.
It’s a shame the mortuaries don’t turn their eyes.
Or I’ll give him a 360-degree white eye.
“Fee…Fee. “The two words of the word, “and he is afraid of hearing his back.
Ben’s dead.
They’re all zombies, they’re part-time midwives, and they have two jobs without a bonus.
When you hear that name, you smile, and you look a little upset, “I can’t save a fire from the far water, I want you.” I’m sorry.
Brother, please don’t be too simplistic. Is it hard to add the word “comfort wound”?
He’s got a red face.
He stretches his leg, “Come on. I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
Do you know that you’re jumping on a minefield and rubbing on a cliff?
If you’re not careful, you can’t keep your legs. You’ll probably turn into one of the coldest zombies in history.
He really doesn’t know.
Because he said to me, “Slower, I fear pain. I’m sorry.
I believe in you.
I saw you chop the head of a corpse like a watermelon, with a knife and a knife, and a master who had killed a fish for 10 years at the supermarket without your hand.
It was hard for him to wrap up his wounds and he started coming out again.
“I’m hungry, make me noodles. I’m sorry.
I gave up talking, straight to Abba.
He frowns, “What did you say? I’m sorry.
Nothing. Just some dirty words will be blocked, and I can replace them with Abba.
“Well I’m going to cook noodles. I’m sorry.
When I turned into a zombie, I lost my taste, so sugar and salt, I couldn’t tell.
“Stutter, did you mean to fuck me?” I’m sorry.
My body was stiff, and it suddenly burst, and my short legs were like a wind and a wheel, and I ran away.
Behind you is the laughter of the game.
I put a patch on the ginseng and washed my hands and made soup, and I didn’t know how to let it out.
The leaks are not tight. The important thing is that I’m considered an enemy.
Look at the long legs in front of me, I look at my short legs, and then my sorrow is turned into a river.
It’s the same as rice. Why is it so different?
At this point, Base Kififi stuck me in the toilet.
You ask me, where’s the mortuary?
Come on!
When I first came to the base, I didn’t go to the bathroom for a week, and a 40-year-old woman kindly stuffed me a bottle of truffles.
When I was blindfolded, she looked at me with sympathy: “How can a young person be so constipated? I’m sorry.
Far out.
“I warn you, don’t come near the game. He’s not the one you can imagine. Comrade Fifi went straight in and didn’t turn the corner.
I was gonna say I wouldn’t miss him.
But when you say it, it’s Joanne.
Fifi:
I’m:
What’s going on? What’s wrong with your tongue?
And when I saw her coming out of that sharp dagger, I went out and said, “I’ve just… I’ve just been scolding… lush the game, he’s… loathsome.” I’m sorry.
That’s what I thought. Kifa Fifi would let me go.
But she’s got a cool face, and the next moment the dagger’s on my neck.
5
I was so nervous.
She got close to me and laughed a little hard, “If I kill you and tell anyone, you’ve been bit by a zombie, no one will suspect me. I’m sorry.
I’m holding.
Sister, you’re human.
Did I offend you?
Believe it or not, I’ll turn you into a zombie now.
I started grinding my teeth to the pigs and sheep.
Looking at her white neck, my urge to bite again.
Better than a match, is it her dagger or my mouth?
“What are you doing? One voice breaks the deadlock between us.
I’m afraid I can’t help myself.
I didn’t go to the Chase, I ran to the little room of the ring.
He wasn’t at the base during the day, so Kififi was sure he wasn’t there to bully me.
I’ve found that I’ve become less and less able to contain the animal nature of my body.
It was only after having seen blood before that that there was an impulse to bite, but now, as soon as I see someone else’s neck exposed to me, I want to bite their necks hard.
I pulled my sleeve and saw the blood vessels in my arm in purple and looked terrible.
These spas will soon spread to my face.
Then they’ll kill me.
I think I’ll have to get out of the base.
It’s for my own sake and for everyone’s safety.
I don’t want to hurt people at the base.
At night, the game came back.
But he doesn’t look good.
I found out the baby that was with him was missing.
Baby Wong and I are about the same age, especially at the base with cold jokes and food.
He said that he had had 180 pounds because of the shortage of food at the end of the world and had grown to 120 pounds.
It was only inquisitive to know that when they went out to look for survivors, they were ambushed by a team of zombies, and the baby died in order to cut them off.
The dead have no compassion and no tears.
But I still feel bad.
When I found the game, he was drinking on the roof.
There were several cans lying around.
It must have been a great blow to the luxuries of the late generations, where we all are saved.
“You’re… you’re… okay? “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
He looked at me and looked down and didn’t talk.
I will not be able to comfort him with a mortuary whose words I have spoken against. I will only sit with him and grieve.
“One day I must kill all the dead. I’m sorry.
In the light of the moon, he was grinding his back teeth and spitting out that sentence.
All of them? Including me?
I was stiff and smiling.
Is that a question?
Looks like I have to get out of here.
I can be killed by anyone, but I don’t want to be killed by a game.
Sometimes, really don’t say unlucky things.
‘Cause the next day, I got sacked.
Someone tied me up while I was alone.
I am Aba Abba struggling.
Someone kicked me in the stomach.
And the familiar voice came: “What is it called, it’s not the game, and your name is useless.” I’m sorry.
It’s Kifa Fifi.
She really hit me.
I wondered if I’d scratched her grave in my last life, and she’d spare no effort to hurt me.
“You will take me to where to go? I’m sorry.
Open the sack, Fifi puts a dagger to my neck, smiles, “Of course take you to a good place.” I’m sorry.
What she calls a good place is where the base holds the dead.
Among them, Wang Baby, and Dr Zhao.
But now they’re not human anymore.
“They’re lonely. Go in and stay with them.” I’m sorry.
I was thrown into a mass of dead bodies and closed a heavy iron door.
“I told you to stay away from the loft, you didn’t listen, so I had to do it. I’m sorry.
I ran into her with an iron door.
“That’s the way you… the snake… the heart… the heart, the loft… the game is not you. I’m sorry.
She smiled, “It’s okay. When we collect your body, we’ll find you the toughest. I’m sorry.
The door outside is completely closed.
I gave up struggling and staring at the bodies.
The baby had been mortified and had a broken arm and looked terrible in blood.
He looked at me, and he was confused, and he said, “Hoo-ho!” I’m sorry.
I walked in front of him and slapped him on the shoulder, “Andon-on. I’m sorry.
He looked up, “Ho, ho, ho, ho!” I’m sorry.
My heavy spot nods, “Aon, aon, aon. I’m sorry.
Dr. Zhao, “Hoo?”
We had a good time.
The game’s up, breaking the calm between us.
Six.
“I’ll get you out. The first thing I said was that I was very moved when I saw you.
But…
Pumpkin’s bravery isn’t gonna work.
There’s a bunch of irrational zombies in there.
But the fists are hard to beat.
Even if you can beat a dead body to death, you can’t get out of here.
I was quick to swing at him, “Don’t save me I’ve been bit.” I’m sorry.
The mortuary baby threw me in contempt.
My heart is lying down.
That’s all I can say, otherwise the bullies will come in and die.
If I turn into a zombie, he’s dead.
But what about the deal?
He opened the iron door unswervingly, and a slip shovel dried up a dead body that came to him, another Thomas spins, kicks it out of an attacker, another twig takes off and blows away a corpse that approaches him.
Three, five, two, zombies lying down.
The smart zombie baby and Dr. Zhao have found a corner to hide.
The game saved me.
But he stopped fast.
Because he saw the gruesome gust on my arm, which is the characteristic of mortification.
“You…” He rolls up and down his throat, breathes fast, his jaws are straight, his eyes are red, as if he would cry at the next moment.
“The little stutter. * He’s shaking to grab my hand, he’s squirming his long fingers at my arm, and he’s shivering his shoulder. *
Next thing you know, he’s going up, “Who did this?” I’m sorry.
I was scared and I took my hand back in a tremor and whispered, “Keyflower.” I’m sorry.
“Keyflower?” I’m sorry.
And I explained, “Geek…Geek…the most beautiful…Fifi.” I’m sorry.
You see how much I feel about good.
Even when she was thrown into the morgue, she admitted that she was the most beautiful girl at the base.
The game hid me, and the place was very tight.
His room.
We said, “You will leave me here in danger, or you will throw me out and I will die.” I’m sorry.
He’s silent.
Then he pulled a dagger out of his waist.
I’m on my knees and I’m dying. “Just get me out of here. Don’t kill me. I’m sorry.
It’s no big deal that a little mortuary can stretch.
He sighs and lifts me up, and his eyes are as soft as water, “I won’t leave you alone, fool.” I’m sorry.
Seriously, this moment I’m a little moved.
The mortuary is not supposed to be emotional.
But while he was trying to save me in the pile of zombies, when he said he wouldn’t leave me alone, I really had an urge to cry.
I never thought that my mother had been single for more than 20 years and fell in love with a human man after becoming a zombie.
“I’ve become a zombie. And I looked, “One day, like them, I’ll be cold and cold, and then I’ll bite and become a walking corpse. I’m sorry.
He was staring at me.
I went on to be sad, “You leave me alone and throw me out. It’s good for everyone. I’m a zombie. I’m sorry.
I just don’t know if there’s an intern or a small group.
After I go out, will I be marginalized?
“Stutter, don’t you stutter? “There’s a surprise in the air game.
I’m holding.
I’m not stammering!
Besides, I don’t think I’m as stiff as I was before, and I don’t laugh that much.
What’s going on?
I thought about it.
Is it because Dr. Wang Zhao was in the morgue?
That’s a good conversation?
“I don’t stammer anymore. I forget for a while that I’m a zombie, and I’m jogging around with a pickle, “I’m finally not stammering. I’m sorry.
You stammered me to death, scolding people half a beat.
I’m happy about the game.
But he tied me up responsibly, like a pig.
If we build another firebath, we’ll finish the charcoal roast.
I looked at him with red eyes, and I looked down at him, and I said, “Why did you tie me up like a pig? I’m sorry.
He took a look at me, “There are people who say they’re pigs, and you’re conscious and you’re not stammering, but I’ll tie you up for the safety of the base for a while until I get back. I’m sorry.
He shot me in the head.
And I said to him, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
He looked up and said, “To avenge you.” I’m sorry.
7
I’ve already scolded him 1 0-8 times in my heart when Ling Ling returned.
“Was he tired?” The first sentence he came in asked me that.
I looked at him for nothing. “Are you tired of being tied up like this? I’m sorry.
He came to untie me, and I shook my head, and I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll bite you later, I’ll die.” I’m sorry.
“How can I get you out of here? He looked at me funny.
He finally decided to let me go?
That’s a great news.
But I was not happy for three seconds, and he said, “I’m with you.” I’m sorry.
I suddenly emo now.
“I’ve already told someone about the base, you’re in a very special situation, and you might turn into a human being.” I’m taking you to the research base where there may be a solution. I’m sorry.
My dog’s eye was bright.
I can’t help but learn to masturbate a gorilla.
Can I be human?
Didn’t the news say that zombies were irreversible and that there was a chance to be human again?
But that’s what the game says.
I trusted him unconditionally.
“If I become a man, I will thank you for your eight lifetimes. I’m sorry.
He didn’t take a good shot at my head, “Why would I think you’re scolding me? I’m sorry.
I smiled implicitly, “Hey. I’m sorry.
“The road to the research base is far away and there are many uncontrollable elements in the middle, but don’t worry, I will do my best to get you there. I’m sorry.
He’s got a tough eye. He doesn’t look like he’s messing with me.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and smiled, “Maybe because I picked you up. I’m sorry.
“If you’re responsible, you’re responsible. I’m sorry.
I left the base with a dead man and a bag of baggage.
Before I left, I also said goodbye to the dead baby Wang and Dr Zhao.
‘Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho ’
I said: “Aon, Aon, Aon, Aon. I’m sorry.
Dr. Zhao: “Hoo-on, hoo-ho…”
“What did you say?” I’m sorry.
“I said I’ll bring him good food when I return from my trip. I’m sorry.
Laughers down and laugh.
“Get ready to go, little zombie. He started the car.
I turned my eyes.
“A little stutter, little zombie, can’t I have a name?” I’m not happy.
“What’s your real name? He asked.
I took out the painting, wrote my name and showed it to him.
He looked at it, he was silent.
Three seconds later, he said, “I think I’d better call you a stutter.” I’m sorry.
I’m going to say something.
You don’t know how to say my name.
I didn’t get a chance to leave when I turned into a zombie.
And now I’m looking at a city full of shit, and I’m so proud of it.
It was a cool thing to watch a movie about the end of the day and to run on the road with a Land Cruiser.
But as I can see with my own eyes, I still hope for peace.
Although people live, there are all kinds of worries, at least alive, not dead.
Lingsheng is afraid I’m bored and let me hear the song.
I ordered Lonely Man.
“Do you have any other favorite song?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think it’s an exciting song that fits into this scenario? * I’m so excited to hold my fist and my body starts to shake *
He looked at me funny, “No. I’m sorry.
Ling Ling told me that we would have as much difficulty on this road as Tang Monk.
But it was unexpected that the difficulties came so quickly.
We met a mass mortuary.
8
Watching those ugly, crying zombies, I started shaking.
And it comforted me: Fear not, I will protect you. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to be as ugly as them.” I’m sorry.
I swear on the mortuary, I saw killing gas in the eye of the lottery.
“You stay here and I’ll go and distract them. He started pulling out tools.
I grabbed him, “Let’s go. I’m a zombie, at least I can talk to them. I’m sorry.
I don’t give a damn if I think you’re a good-looking man.
“You think every mortuary is as good as a baby king? “He’s got me.
I’m:
“Are you worried about me?” He looked at me in the dark.
“No, if you’re hiccuping, how can I be human?” * Kifa Fifi is right, I’m the toughest mouth on my body *
“Don’t worry, I’ve beaten a lot of zombies, which is a small problem. I’m sorry.
That’s what he said, but when he went, I snuck up.
The ring took a barrel of oil from the trunk and then made a sound on purpose, and the funeral squad heard voices and followed them straight to him.
I squeezed my hands tight.
Laughs and laughs, pours gasoline on the floor, sets it up with a lighter, and suddenly fires like walls separate the dead from us.
The zombies had no feelings or pain, and they were caught in flames and were still moving forward unrefuted.
So…
Charcoal roast mortuary squeaks.
Hey, I’m a little hungry.
And when the loft was finished with the funeral squad, I saw myself grinding my teeth. I’m sorry.
“It stinks. I said:
And then he stopped, and it was a little awkward, “Are you hungry? I’m sorry.
Wait!
Is this a hungry question?
I can smell it.
The smell of gasoline and charcoal roasted zombies.
I’m so excited to grab the punch, “I’m getting my sense of smell back. I’m sorry.
The game didn’t talk, it was my hand.
I’ve got a gruesome rib on my arm, and it’s slowly fading.
I made a bold idea that I wasn’t slowly healing.
Maybe I don’t need any medicine at all, and I’ll be human again.
But I hit my face very soon.
At night, the game found a place to rest.
This is my first time sleeping with a man.
Seriously, I’m a little nervous.
I’m pulling the covers, and I’m squeezing and saying, “Don’t give me anything you shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.
The ring is being cut with a dagger to block the bamboo, and when he heard me, he turned to me.
His eyes are bright in the light of the moon.
It is not surprising that the guillotine had a wonderful charm when it was dressed in plain clothes.
Of course, I know he doesn’t think anything about a corpse.
But I just owe it.
“What can I think about you? “Do you want to bite me too?” I’m sorry.
As a result, the bull’s-eye phrase is “poaching.”
In the middle of the night, I felt like my heart was burning and my consciousness began to fade.
In my dream, I bit a man’s neck and bled out.
I couldn’t wait to hold him and start eating.
Really…
It’s delicious.
I woke up the game with extraordinary movement.
And he came to me, and he hit me, and he was worried, “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes and looked at him red.
9
I jumped him.
The white necks of the loft are near.
It’s as if the blood vessels with the curds were waving at me and screaming, “Bite me, bite me! I’m sorry.
The mortuary instincts took over my senses, and I cried and bit him.
But…
I’m stuck.
My attack was backed up by bamboo, and I ate the bamboo down and down, and I kept biting him in the neck.
“Stammer, wake up. I’m sorry.
I won’t even say a word. I’ll just make a mortuary-specific roar.
“Stutter, it’s a game! He called.
I’m stuck.
The name of Ling Ling, like the same wind, passed over my ceiling and gave me a moment’s sobering mind.
While I was awake this moment, I turned and ran into the dark.
And when I become a corpse, even in darkness, I can see everything.
There’s a lake ahead. I don’t say anything.
The next day I opened my eyes blindly.
I felt sore, like I had a fight with someone.
“You awake? “The voices that are familiar are coming.”
I crawled up and looked at all the crocodiles that were not far away and scared me even back.
“Oh, what is this? I’m sorry.
The ring came to me, leaned over and looked at me. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
“It’s only last night that I yelled and screamed. He continues.
I kind of remember.
I seem to have lost my mind last night.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? “I looked him up, and I bit him when I was afraid I would go crazy.
“If I’m weak, you should be assimilated now. “I pulled the collar and the face was red.
I’m relieved that I didn’t open.
But the next second I hit my face.
Because I said, “Why did you hit the crocodile so thick that it couldn’t eat?” I’m sorry.
And the ginseng round about half a day, and in the end told me the truth: “You dragged this crocodile up.” I’m sorry.
I’m creepy looking at the sleeping crocodiles.
Oh, my God. I killed this big crocodile?
I swallowed my saliva, “I didn’t think I was starting to get so high in terms of force, beating alligators with my bare hands. I’m sorry.
Pick up your things and get ready to go.
I’m not moving.
He didn’t move. He was a little confused. I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath, “I don’t want to follow you. I’m sorry.
He doesn’t talk, looking at me quietly.
“Look, I’m going to lose my mind any time, this time I’m gonna bite the crocodile, but the next time I’m gonna bite you, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.
Leng came at me.
He walked in front of me, bending over with me.
I’m afraid and disturbed in his pupils.
His thin lips were lightened: “Do you not want to be a human being with me?” I’m sorry.
I’m in a tough decision.
“But I don’t know when I’m going crazy. I’m sorry.
I just finished, and I got a screaming chicken from the loft.
I’m in the fog. “Why do I have this? I’m sorry.
“If you can’t control yourself, press the scream chicken, I’ll tie you up early. I’m sorry.
I thank you.
But this seems to be the only way.
When I packed my things and got in the car, I looked at the long neck of the loft and coughed and said, “Why don’t you wear a high-collar sweater?” I’m sorry.
He’s stammering, “Stammer, it’s summer. Are you gonna heat me up? I’m sorry.
I’m thinking of you.
Next road, free and clear.
“Do you know why there are no dead bodies on this road? I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why?”
“Because the road is emptied at intervals. I’m sorry.
I swallowed saliva.
That’s why I smell a lot of burning, and the fact that the soil on the ground is black means that it’s been destroyed countless times.
Wait!
“How long do you say it takes? I’m scared to ask.
We’re not waiting for the car to go halfway. Let’s just get cremated.
The game looked at the watch, “Ten minutes left. I’m sorry.
“Abaab! “I’m scolding.
The ring pulls out a hand and squeezes my mouth, “Girls don’t swear. I’m sorry.
I hid his hand, red-eyed, “We’re not gonna make it in ten minutes. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you believe me?”
I hum it.
I don’t believe in this shit.
It doesn’t matter if I’m dead, I’m dead anyway, but he’s innocent.
If it wasn’t for me, it wouldn’t be a risk.
But now we’re in a dilemma.
“Stutter, I won’t let anything happen to you. “I’ve got a point, I’ll be there.” I’m sorry.
And when I became a corpse, I heard better than a dog, and I heard something whirring.
That voice…
We’re out of time!
And I could not have even told the game, and it was as if the star of the fire was running towards us.
In the flames of the sky, the bull’s-eyes were turned around and the body was not turned against me.
And when I opened my eyes, I found us lying on a burning land.
The car has been burned to death.
And me and the bullie, it’s intact and it’s not broken.
Just in a hurry, my body seems to have created an unstoppable force that, like a barrier, has blocked fire from breaking the fire.
The bull’s-eyes are closed and they don’t move.
I checked his body. He wasn’t hurt, but…
His heartbeat seems to have stopped.
I don’t think I’m the one who broke his heart.
In a hurry, I tried to remember the way my heart was resuscitated, and I hope it is not too late.
I hesitated to give him artificial respiration.
I’m afraid I can’t control the nature of the bodies inside me. I’ll turn artificial breathing into artificial bites.
No matter what, he’s dead.
When the lips came close to him, I felt a heat flowed into the heart, and the blood flowed wild, and the bloodthirsty instinct began to move again.
I put my life under pressure on the body’s instincts and gave him a hard time breathing.
Finally, the bull’s eyelids tremble.
Then, slowly open your eyes.
I’m still trying to give him artificial respiration.
“Bitch, are you eating my tofu?”
I’ll eat your hammer!
And I turned my teeth away, and erased my lips, and said, “You better stay away from me now, I fear I will not be able to control you.” I’m sorry.
10
I must be the most self-sufficient zombie.
The sweet taste is near, but We can bear it.
He’s been looking at me with a strange look ever since the ring woke up.
I bow down with shame, “I know I’m a pretty corpse. Don’t keep staring at me like that. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think you’re a little weird?” I’m sorry.
I noded, “I feel it. I feel like I’m a super zombie now. I’m sorry.
After that, I was proud to lift the non-existent biceps.
“When others are bitten by a corpse, they basically lose their human consciousness and become walkers, and you. Not only has the human consciousness not been lost, but there has also been an explosion in the human power that has never existed…”
I interrupt him: “I understand, do you want to say that I was injected with the virus, like Alice in the bio-crisis, and that I was superpowered? I’m sorry.
“It’s not a good thing. I’m sorry.
He must be jealous of me.
The two of us were discussing the way forward and were taken away by a group of heavily armed men.
They have unique marks on their clothes.
Leng told me they were in the research lab.
My eyes are bright.
Then I am saved!
When the car arrived at the experimental base, we were taken to a room.
In the house, white and white, a man in white robes and around 40 years old, looking at me with the look of exploration.
“Lightball, that’s the girl you’re talking about after being bitten by a zombie and still keeping human mind? I’m sorry.
Nod your head, Brother. Can you save her? I’m sorry.
Brother?
Turns out this gentle man is his brother Baekzawa.
Then I can eat the antidote.
But I’m glad too soon.
I feel like I’m not talking.
Look down, a tiny needle came from nowhere and stuck it on me.
And the game, too.
Before I fainted, I saw a weird smile on her face.
Boo!
The sheep are in the mouth.
When I woke up, I found myself tied to the bed of the lab, surrounded by instruments and chemicals.
I struggled, “Let go of me. Where’s the game?” I’m sorry.
No. Half a day, the lab door finally opened and Baekzawa came over.
I’m a son of a bitch.
And he doesn’t care at all, “You’re special. I’m sorry.
“I suggest you let us go, or I’ll bite your neck off and feed it to the dog.” I threatened him with my teeth.
And he was not afraid of my threats at all, “Good boy, be good, or you’ll suffer.” I’m sorry.
Suffering? For what?
Soon I’ll understand.
Whitezawa’s dog, he’s got blood on my body every day.
If it were human, it would have been anemia.
You think I’m a mouse?
I yelled, “Why is it so expensive to draw blood on me? I’m sorry.
But I was sad to find that I did not have enough blood.
I feel like I’m a blood bag now, and I don’t know what Baizawa’s doing with my blood, but it’s definitely not a good thing.
And he didn’t tell me about the game.
He said only, “The game is my brother, and I will not harm him.” I’m sorry.
I believe in you.
You’re killing your future brother-in-law.
I grind my teeth, “The face of the beast, I curse you for having children with no ass. No, you have no offspring, you old eunuch…”
A man can’t say no.
I’m sure he’ll be pissed off when I insult him.
When he comes near me, I’ll bite his neck off.
But in the face of my violent assault, he just smiled, didn’t care at all, and then put a needle in my arm.
I was screaming.
Every day, he came to draw my blood, and I asked, “Where’s the game?” I’m sorry.
“You will see him soon.” I’m sorry.
When he said that, his eyes were weird and excited, like a madman.
I had a cold war and I felt something was wrong.
Half a month later, I finally saw the game again.
The moment I saw him, I almost fell on my knees, and my chest was so angry that I burned down, sitting in a chair without an expression, without a knife or a gun.
His clothes are broken.
The skin exposed outside was a strange purple, single-grained corpse, twisted like a vine.
My heart is sad and my senses call his name, “The Bull’s Game.” I’m sorry.
Hear the name, he struts his head, red eyes staring at me.
The smileless eyes lost the light of the past and became insensitive as if they were looking at a piece of meat.
I’m shooting at the glass, “Lightball, how did you get like this? I’m a little stutter. I’m sorry.
He moved his ear, and a little bit of a struggle came out of his eyes, but was soon replaced by numbness, and he came at me with a roar.
I was scared. I was unconscious.
He kept hitting the glass, and his eyes were red enough to drop blood, and his mouth was roaring and there was no human consciousness.
I turned around, and I looked at Baekzawa, “What have you done to him?” I’m sorry.
Baezawa was surrounded by several bodyguards, and I was in the wrong mood.
“Nothing, just give him some of your blood. “It’s a shame that a corpse like you can’t be copied.” I’m sorry.
Copy? His own brother was the subject of an experiment?
It’s not human!
My throat is sweet and I can’t stop biting his neck.
“However, it’s a failure, but it’s a little bit of a test of your ability and your potential. After he said, the door behind me was opened.
Baizawa waved at me, “Good luck. I’m sorry.
After that, the floor below their feet began to vibrate, and they managed to hide in a safe place before the bullseye came out.
I’m face to face.
Eleven.
I stretched out my claws and waved at him, “Hey, the loft, it’s me, little stutter. I’m sorry.
His eyes were red, his nostrils expanded, and his mortuary screams were made.
I tried to communicate with him in the mortuary language. I’m sorry.
And then, I don’t know what I was wrong, and suddenly he came at me like a chicken.
I can’t break up with this?
And I ran and I said, “Break up, I’m a stutter.” I’m sorry.
It’s no use begging. He pushed me to the corner.
Watching his sandbag’s big fist, I was afraid to swallow.
I said he could punch me in the head.
Oh, man, you can’t talk nonsense, so can the zombies.
I’ve only got one way to do this…
If you see the game, you’ll have to put me to justice, and I’ll kneel down on my knees and hold his thigh, and start with his legs: “Ling, wake up, even if it’s not for me and for our children, you must be strong!” I’m sorry.
He stopped the attack.
It’s working!
I hold on to my belly, like a loving mother. “You don’t want her born without parents. For the sake of the children, the bullies, get back to life. I’m sorry.
Love can touch everything.
But…
Not including zombies.
And as the ginseng looked at my flat belly, he shouted at me, and hit me with a fist.
If I didn’t hide in time, my head would end up like this wall behind me.
Looks like the game is really soft and hard.
In that case, don’t blame me.
Fight, who is afraid.
I’m a super-capable zombie.
I’m not gonna call you “Zip.”
I closed my eyes, and I sulked, and as soon as he came over, I opened my eyes, and I drank.
The ring was thrown out by invisible forces and smashed against the wall.
I am impressed by my power.
Alice’s fork’s superpower came to me one day.
But I didn’t have a second to be happy, and once again I got up and I didn’t break a skin.
I’m:
All right, it’s so thick, it’s a blood bar.
However, my superpower appears to be limited in number, and after I have used it twice, no more can be called.
And the ginseng roar and laugh.
I think he’s gonna rip my head off.
I was really scared to see him come at me step by step.
“Ling, wake up. I’m a stutter. Are you really going to kill me? If you do, you’ll regret it. I’m sorry.
He came towards me without hearing it.
I was desperate to close my eyes.
Imagine the image of the head being ripped off did not appear.
I only heard bang.
Open your eyes and you’ll just stand up to me.
And he had a blue needle in his neck.
A girl with a tall pony tail faces me when the bull falls down.
I’ll get her down on her knees. I’m sorry.
Yumei, a base worker, wanted to leave Baekzawa after she knew about his wildness and conspiracy.
The loft is lying on the floor, and it’s not moving.
I was worried, “Is he really okay? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing. It’s just a sedative. She doesn’t care.
I said, “How many measures?” I’m sorry.
“Absolutely a buffalo measure. I’m sorry.
I’m:
It’s called a little!
I was so worried, I cried, “What if I killed him and you killed him? I’m sorry.
“Wild?” She looked at me.
“Get ready, get ready, we’re close to the window paper. I’m shy.
“Well, this is the first time I’ve had a conversation with a zombie. She was excited.
I thank you.
“When he wakes up, I’ll take you out. She said:
After a while, the lint game woke up.
12
The blood in his eyes has faded and is not as full of anger as it was before.
He looked at his arm in doubt, and he said, “Abbaab, what is it? What happened to me?
“What’s he talking about?” I’m sorry.
I’m good at this!
We said, “Abaab! “I’m fine. Your brother killed you. He injected my blood into you, so you became a corpse.” I’m not sure.
“Abaab! I’m sorry.
I’m:
Good boy, you don’t talk dirty.
I held his hand: “Abaaba.” Let’s get out of here. She’ll take us out. She’s a good man.
“Abaaba. I can’t. I have to find you a cure. That’s what I promised.
I turned my head and said, “My boyfriend’s got a grudge, can he get revenge before leaving?” I’m sorry.
Yumei:
In fact, Baezawa has no firepower to help them, and I and Liang can kill two zombies in the crossfire.
Yumumi said, “I’ll take care of the fire. I’m all over it. I’m sorry.
The firepower of the Beizawa lab is smart, and if the computer system is destroyed, these are scrap metal.
After this, I went straight to the hideout.
He was shocked to see me and the ginseng show up without any damage. I’m sorry.
“What, you have to break your legs without an arm? “You little piece of shit.” I’m sorry.
“Abaab! I hope you don’t have an asshole. I’m not sure.
I turned my head and looked at the game, and I couldn’t help but put my thumb on him.
Indeed, the one who is close to the Zhu is black, and the child is wise.
Me and Ling, punched the glass and brought Baekzawa to the roof.
On the roof, there are still a few saplings, and a corpse trapped in chains.
Seeing Baezawa, the eyes of the eyes of his hatred, holding his collar, “You inject a mortuary virus into my dry sister, and now I’m going to make you suffer the consequences yourself.” I’m sorry.
Says she dragged Baekzawa to the corpse.
The zombie bit his neck.
The screams are endless.
Not long ago, Baekzawa began to mortize and struggled to come at us.
The ring closed his eyes and broke his neck.
Look at me like I’m scared, and the game explains, “Abaab. “It’s not that I’m ruthless, I don’t miss my brother, because he killed innocent people and killed countless people, including my mother. I’m not sure.
I looked up.
Turned out that day, before Bauzawa injected my blood into the loft, he also told him of a thing that was breaking his eyes.
They were half-brothers.
Later, Baekzawa killed her mother and turned her into a corpse.
I’m holding on to the game, “Aba Abba.” Don’t be sad, I’ll be with you later.
All dust is settled.
The residual seedlings found the poison in the laboratory.
But only one bottle.
Leng won’t say a word. Put the antidote on me. “Abaab. (Sniffs, soon to be used, and then go to the base with Sumi.) I’m not sure.
I didn’t push off.
I picked up the antidote, I grabbed the loft, “Abaab.” Thank you, I love you.
Hear that, staring in the eyes.
Half the joy is shock, half the pain.
Because I held him while I couldn’t see it, and I put a needle on his neck.
The moment he fell, my tears fell, “I’m sorry about the game.” I’m sorry.
Before that, I was told that Baekzawa only studied a bottle of antidote.
“Don’t you regret it? We’ll pick up the game in the car, and Yumi will take the seat, “Are you sure you’re not coming with us?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head, so I take it easy, “No, I’m a zombie. I’m gonna go crazy sometime. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?” She asked me.
I look far away, “There’s always where I’m going. I’m sorry.
“When Ling wakes up, you’ll say that I’m completely mortified, that the antidote is useless and irreversible, so that he can feel better. I’m sorry.
I last looked at the game.
The antidote is in effect.
His gruesome twilight is fading and has gradually become human.
He won’t wake up again.
He’s going back to the game.
Disassembly the bodies and protect the base.
Instead of being deceived by my own brother and turned into an emotional zombie.
It’s just, there won’t be a little biter in his world anymore.
“Bye, Ling. I’m sorry.
The car races, raising dust.
It’s like I saw the first time we met in the dust.
He found me hidden under the table, laughing, “There’s survivors. I’m sorry.
Maybe we shouldn’t have met at first.
Quantified
I woke up at the base.
She’s sitting next to a strange girl, Ko ponytail, and she says her name is Yumei.
I asked her, “What about little stutter?” I’m sorry.
She was silent for a moment and said: “She left, and she gave you the only antidote, but I did not know where she went. I’m sorry.
I locked myself in the house for one day.
The next day, I packed my bags and left.
Do you really want to leave? I’m sorry.
When I think of a little stutter and a little bit of mortuary, my heart hurts.
I left a sentence saying, “Leave it to the base, and if I had a chance, I and my little stutter would come back again.” I’m sorry.
I’ll try whether or not I can find her.
One step forward, one step closer to her.
Today’s the 360th day for a little stutter, and in a few days it’s New Year’s.
I asked her, “Be a man, you can fall in love with me.” I’m sorry.
When I say this, the light that shines in her eyes makes me immortal.
But she wanted to be human and gave me her last chance.
Idiot.
Really stupid.
At night, while I was sleeping in the car, I heard the sound of the hyena.
I woke up so badly.
On the way to the car, a dress was found, but the little mortuary, who was not yet ugly, was trying to raise his toes and seemed to be trying to steal something.
I caught him.
The little zombies struggled so hard that he called out.
It’s strange that I don’t understand him, but I always think he has something to say to me.
“What are you trying to tell me? I’m sorry.
The little mortuary has a far-off finger, “Abaab. I’m sorry.
I tied up the little mortuary and followed the route he pointed.
The moment I saw the little stutter, I had an unrealistic feeling.
I’ve been looking for her for almost a year and I’ve dreamt of faces and bodies a million times in my dreams, and now I’m there.
“Why can’t I go up there?” She’s still angry.
I smiled like I was relieved.
She’s still her.
Who is it?
She was scolding, hearing noises, turning back, with red eyes on me.
At that moment, my heart was filled with pain, and my throat was thick.
She’s still dead.
“Stutter, it’s me, bullie. I’m sorry.
When she saw me, the moment she saw me, the whole person was standing there, slowly, and she took a few steps forward in tremors.
“Lightball”? I’m sorry.
“It’s me.”
And suddenly she smiled and hammered her head so hard, “I’m getting worse and worse. I’m sorry.
I went up and held her hand, “Stutter, I’m not hallucinating, I’m real. I’m sorry.
“This time, I won’t leave you again. I’m sorry.
She was silent for a long time, and she said, “Are you a human being and I’m a dead body? Are you not afraid that I will bite you into a dead body? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “That’s the best. I’m sorry.
The little corpse in the car: “Abaaba.” Can you care about me when you’re in love? I’m not sure.
Nanji
During the time I lived in the forest, the ginseng made me bite him.
When he was fishing, he came out, “Stutter, you bite me? I’m sorry.
At dinner, he suddenly reached out his arm, “Stutter, bite me.” I’m sorry.
Even when I was in the shower, he came out, “Stutter, bite me.” I’m sorry.
I can’t stand it.
But when my teeth touched his arm, I couldn’t get through it.
Oh, we can’t waste that precious antidote.
I was cold-faced, “Go, I’m human, you’re dead, we’ll never be happy. I’m sorry.
Psst, psst.
I’m re-organizing, “I’m a zombie. You’re a man. We’ll never be happy. I’m sorry.
“You’ve been looking for a girl at the base for three years. Why are you holding me? I’m sorry.
“I’d love to. I’m sorry.
I told him the truth to get rid of him.
“In fact, when you came to my house to find me, I was a dead body, but I kept it a secret. I lied to you. I’m sorry.
It’s been a long time since Ling Yuan talked.
He hates being cheated.
I’m sure we can leave now.
But the next day, he was talking to the little zombie over there.
“Abbaaba? I’m sorry.
“Abaaba. I’m sorry.
I’m all freaky, “Fuck, the game. Why aren’t you talking? I’m sorry.
He was so proud to hold up his arm, bit by a little zombie. I’m sorry.
I went over there and hit him hard, “Damn, you moron! I’m sorry.
He hugged me, “Abaab. Only then can I be with you forever.
I hugged him so hard, “Abaab. You’re one of the dumbest people I’ve ever seen, but I love it.
And the little corpse behind him came up, “Abaaba.”
A small mortuary sutures, a strong young corpse fishing, and a little mortuary teasing a wildcat.
Wind up, gentle.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
