If a mortuary virus erupts in my country, will it fall soon?
If a mortuary virus erupts in my country, will it fall quickly?
I’m a zombie.
Now I’m standing at my door.
The door was closed as if there was no breath, and I stood at the door, and there were corpses in the middle, and I looked in my window, and I would kick it.
Yeah, I turned into a zombie.
But I don’t know why, but I still have a human memory.
I’m standing at my door, and it’s like when I’m alive and pissing my wife off. And then I sat at home, lying down in the window, watching me stand.
I didn’t think now that I was a zombie, she hasn’t changed her habits.
[1]
It took only three months for this mortuary virus to burst out of the blue.
Not even time to react.
At first, people thought it was just a common disease, a common death toll, an ordinary news report, an ordinary microblogging, and then a common panic among ordinary Internet users.
It was not anticipated that, within a matter of half a month, the news had spread that the situation in A town was out of control.
And what one would prefer to believe is that the fear of disease has led to some mental breakdown and attacks.
My wife turned on the news, looked at the way people attacked people in the video, and she was just kidding me. I said back to her that you’d seen too many fucking movies.
She smells soft and smiles and gives me a fucking foot.
She was always stupid.
I can’t believe it’s being said this time.
The night was slowly pulled down and the lights were still out. On me, my watch was lost while fighting a zombie. But I think it’s time for dinner, and I looked up at the window and my wife looked at me.
I saw tears dripping from her face through a blurry window, like a river pouring into her face.
I turned around.
Unlike in movies, most of the actual zombies are active during the day, and I’ve secured the night, and all the dead are gone. On the street, empty.
When I turned around, I saw my wife’s mouth moving like I was yelling at something.
Since becoming a mortuary, the senses slowly lost consciousness at night, probably because of the damage to the brain’s nerve, and I waved at her to signal her back.
She’s still saying something to me. I’m no longer strong enough to stand.
The corpse will lose consciousness at night, and I’m looking for a place to rest.
[2]
My wife likes to do it.
I met her in high school. She was at my table. She had good grades. Me, far worse than her. We met once and for all. A clear division of labour between men and women. I’m specializing in the treatment of some angry little punk, and she’s specializing in me.
I tracked her down in senior year and her father found out about her.
She came to school the next day and said, “My dad wants to meet you.”
I said, “Yes, Father-in-law likes to drink a toilet or a Rafi, and tomorrow I’ll go to the door and make two.”
She said, “My dad was a karate coach, and last year, the city-wide karate competition got a gold medal.”
And I said, “…I’ve just remembered. I’m going to have an appendicitis surgery tomorrow. I’ll see you later.”
She said, “When was your appendix inflammation?” How could I not know?” I said, “No inflammation right now. It’ll happen tomorrow.” She kicks me in the face, and she’s so angry: “Doesn’t you go?”
In front of the eggs and the appendix, I chose my eggs. And I brushed a good student’s head the next day, and my white shirt to the top, and I bought some fruit milk to meet my noble father-in-law.
And then I started to learn, and I got into A Big with her.
She asked me all the time why she had changed her mind after meeting her father.
I said, ‘Cause your dad said I had two ways to study college or the Sunflower Monument.
She smiled and gave me my favorite big mouth.
From high school to three years after getting married, I didn’t know how many slaps I had on her, and she was getting more and more purified, always screaming at me.
But the pain was the last time she hit me.
She slapped me hard on the face, and she threw tears in her eyes and fell on the floor. She cried and looked at me and she said, “Well, then I’ll make you.”
Ouch.
It hurts like I’m a zombie. I can’t forget the slap.
[2]
The next day, good weather. Early in the morning, the sun was on my eyelids. It’s like trying to roast me.
I came to my door again. A corpse lying in my window with a big mouth open.
I noticed that the windows on the first floor of my house had been entangled by a barbed wire, and through the faults of the barbed wire, a piece of furniture could be seen and firmly placed on the windows.
This must be my wife’s work all night long.
I look up to the second floor.
The windows on the second floor were also covered with wire, only in the bedroom, and half of them were left.
Behind the window, showing my wife half face.
Her eyes are red and she’s a little swollen, and I’m afraid she hasn’t slept all night. Of course, there is still sleep in this situation, which is estimated to be dead in addition to the dead.
I look down, I don’t look at her anymore, I focus on my door.
The windows in the house were intact, thanks to my visionary father-in-law, who chose one of the strongest glass. He said that it would be bad to hurt his precious daughter when he was afraid that my boy would have too much revenge outside when he was young.
And I turned my eyes at him in my heart, and now I hate to slap myself in his ears, and then kneel down and give him two bells, thanks to his old man for his conspiracies.
But my father-in-law was dead two years ago and had to bow to the grave.
I look up to the window.
There was a face in the window.
The man in the window, with his mouth on his face and his eyes in his face, continued to burst out of his mouth with blood. I was scared myself.
That’s ugly. No wonder nobody wants to be a zombie.
I don’t know what my wife thinks about seeing my face.
Wouldn’t it feel so relieved?
She might have taken two pictures and then pointed at me, laughing at her teeth, and she could see it.
I looked up to my wife again.
Her wife was still at the window, she didn’t laugh at me, she didn’t take pictures of me, and she didn’t show her teeth.
The wife is gone.
[3]
Maybe I’m too ugly right now. I’ve been standing in the morning until dusk.
At dusk, I decided to find her something to eat.
Every time I make her angry and make her happy, I’ll take her to a good meal.
After standing up till the evening and running all the troublesome zombies, I started going to the living supermarket three kilometres away.
I walk very slowly, the corpse loses its power at night.
There was a pile of dead bodies lying around the door of the Supermarket, probably asleep, and the glass door was pushed and locked in a big chain.
It is recalled that two months after the explosion, the supermarket was permanently closed.
I looked around, and I picked up a big rock from the side, and I threw it at the glass door. Several bodies heard voices, crawled in front of me and tried to bite me. I turned back and showed them my bloody face, and they turned and fell down.
The glass door was broken dozens of times, and the sound of the alarm was loud and strung in the night sky. I walked in through the pierced glass, and the sharp glass dross penetrated deep into my flesh.
But I can’t feel the pain anymore.
I walked into the supermarket, the alarm flashed, my head dazed, I carried one of the shopping carts, I carried the shelf of the supermarket, and the shelf of the supermarket was half-empty, and the owner probably ran away. I’m going in, I’m going down to the canning area, and I’m going down to the shopping cart.
Vegetables and meat are no longer available, and the smell of corruption in supermarkets has probably started.
But I can’t smell it.
I took the shelf, went inside and picked up two bags of rice, a barrel of oil and put it in a shopping cart. Damn, I’m so excited about being a man, and now I’m a zombie, and I’m afraid I’m gonna die.
My mind is getting blurred, probably because there’s no light left.
I have to get these back to my house.
The night had fallen deep, and the whole city was silent as a dead city. In addition to the supermarket, there is no room for lights.
It was like a graveyard.
I pushed the shopping cart, slowly walking home. There were zombies crawling all the way down the supermarket, either halfway down, or strutting, as if half a caterpillar.
I’m dying, too.
I just hang myself in a shopping cart. It’s a downhill. I look like I’m hanging on a shopping cart, but it’s like I’m singing something. I was hanging all the way down the hill…
…and hit a head on a tree across from my house.
I tried to pull my head out of a shopping cart, and I thought it was a fucking big night, or my name would be ruined.
Then I looked up and saw my wife.
Grandma’s.
I’m ashamed to see you one day. Did this little bitch do it on purpose?
I pushed the shopping cart over to my house, hit it on the wall, made a big bang, and my wife looked down and wanted to see what was underneath. I smiled at her, and then I blacked out.
Before she fainted, she yelled at me.
She said…
“Fuck you! You’re gonna kill me! I’m #$%
That’s my wife.
[4]
I almost got killed when I got into A Big.
When I was in high school, I was a slut named Little White Dragon. I don’t go home at night, I like to hang out, I’m more loyal and capable, so the brothers in the gang are more faceless.
Then I decided to study well, and my brothers with me, naturally, faded.
However, the debt that had been owed had not faded.
The day I got my letter of admission from the school and my wife, they blocked me on my way home. The leader, not the others, was my once good brother, Shing.
Sheng and a bunch of people stuck me in the alley and laughed at me and said, “Boss, I heard you went to college.”
I took my wife behind my back and said, “You’re not coming to me to celebrate?”
He took two steps towards me and said, “Brother, come and send you.” He looked at the crowd behind him and said, “Hey, boss, you’re not gonna lose face?”
My wife pulled my sleeve in the back, and I squeezed her hand and I said, “Shin, why?”
He looked at me and smiled, wondered if the lights were dark, and his eyes were a little red, and he said, “Boss, I didn’t learn.”
“Boss, I got fired from school before I got into high school.”
And I was like, “Do you know why?”
Of course I do.
Shing and I used to be good brothers in the mix, and we’ve always been good-for-nothings, bad-for-goods, and natural.
Then I went straight to school six to ten a day. Shen can’t take anything, just can’t read, and we’re getting away.
And yet we have found Shing, after all the trouble we’ve had in our society.
Shing took his hat off his head and laughed at me, and he looked down and a scar appeared over his head, and he said, “Boss, look. This is from the B guy I fought with two months ago.”
And he put his hat on, and looked at me, and the more he smiled, the more he cried, the more he opened his mouth, the more he cried into his mouth, and he said, “But the boss, it was you who provoked him, he went to prison because he beat you, and why did I take revenge when he got out?”
“Why?”
“Why!”
Shouting in the alley, even the eardrum hurts. He looked at me and laughed, and he said, “Boss, don’t say anything. Let me give you a good ride.”
He waved back and several people pulled out sticks from behind, and he said, “Boss, I know you’re good at fighting, so you don’t mind finding more people?”
What else would I mind?
I took my wife behind my back and said, “Shin, you hate me, I understand. Hit me. Don’t hit my woman.”
He noded his head and said, “Boss, the rules, I know.”
I closed my eyes.
I owe Shing.
The son of a bitch in B. I was in a fight and I got hurt. When I got out, I was ready to take the test, and he kept me out of the way, and he got the idea.
As a result of this incident, he had suffered a head injury two months ago and had advanced to the hospital, but did not realize that the incident was so serious that he had dropped out of school.
I owe him, I gotta pay.
I close my eyes and I’m ready to be beaten by Shing.
It’s the first time I’ve been waiting for a beating in 18 years.
However, the expected pain did not materialize.
My wife usually flashes from behind me and grabs a stick that’s hitting me. Then a book bag splits into a little punk in the head, then picks up two beer bottles from the ground, hits them in the middle, breaks into two broken glass jars, and shouts loudly:
“I see who fucking touches my man today!”
Shen’s in a hurry. I didn’t think my wife was that strong. One of the little scoundrels who wasn’t afraid of death came up on the side of his cursing, and my wife rounded her arm, broke off the bottle with that hand and covered his back wall with a glass bottle. The sound of crumbs cracks, and the fragments draw a deep blood stain on the head of a small hybrid.
Everyone is standing there.
My wife leaned down and picked up the other half of the bottle that had just been broken, upside down her hand and said, “What do you say?”
And the rest of the punks were all over each other, and nobody dared to go up there and Shing was staring at me dead and laughing, and he said, “Hey, boss, you still are. Whenever it comes, someone’s going to be there for you.”
There was a sudden disturbance in the alley, when the sirens came from a distance and near, and a few punks panicked and threw a stick and ran away. My wife said, “I texted the police when you were talking.”
I looked to Shing, who stood there, and said, “Shin, go.”
Shing looked at me, slowly on my wife, laughing, and he said, “Man, we’ll see each other again.”
In the dark alley, his eyes flashed red under his cape, he turned one step closer, he walked very strongly, and I cried out.
Win.”
He didn’t look back, and I said, “What’s going on?
I haven’t seen Shing since.
I haven’t fought since.
Since then, the wife has never had a safe life.
Even just one day.
[5]
I woke up from a bird bark.
The heat of the sun spills over my eyelids, burning a little red before my eyes. I reached out and tried to block the sun and suddenly found something wrong on my hands.
…is a bandage.
I put my hand in front of you, good, bandages, or good southern silk, with high, new knitting, no swirling, and now 998 for 998… How could I have bandages on a corpse?
I look up to my wife’s window.
The wife’s window table opened a little bit, showed her a big eye, saw me looking at her and put the window on. And then the curtains were also “brushed” and pulled so hard.
Must be her.
I’m sitting there, touching the silk on my hands, and I can’t stop smiling until I’m halfway there — I see myself smiling in the mirror.
I filmed ash in my pants, swayed and stood at my door.
Because of the violence I have had in the last few days, there are not many dead bodies who dared to park in front of my house.
It’s assumed that even though he’s a corpse, and there’s nothing in his head, the body memory is still there, knowing that he’ll suffer in this place.
I looked around.
In previous years, business had made some money and the house had been bought in the best district of A.
A few months ago, there was still calm, and the people who lived here were all decent people, raised their hands and threw their hands at the corruption of wealth.
And of course, they’re still very, very, very good– ghost-like.
At the beginning of the spring, the weather was cold, and perhaps for that reason the bodies of the dead were not easily corrupted.
Far away, a tree’s cherry blossom has spit out bones. Looking far past, a tree piled up.
When spring comes, people are half dead, but flowers are good.
Wife loves cherry blossoms.
She said, “I’m a girl, I’m sure I love cherry blossoms the most, and girls love cherry blossoms, so my favorite is cherry blossoms.” And when I say it, I feel like I’m justified.
Actually, I know she’s saving me money.
When I started my own business, I was destitute, Valentine’s Day, and I didn’t even have the money to buy her flowers.
There’s money to spend on the streets, and there’s no money to spend on the cherry flowers.
So I was empty-handed that year, and the gift to her was a cherry flower without money.
History is so similar, I was empty a few years ago and empty a few years later. I didn’t have money to buy a gift for Valentine’s Day a few years ago.
I couldn’t help but walk on my own to cherry blossoms.
Fragile petals are thrown in branches, white and pink plumes in the blue sky, and the petals are flashing, sometimes with bodies passing by, and nobody cares.
I’ll take the next flower.
The day my wife proposed to me, it was a cherry flower.
It was the first business failure, and we had just escaped from a wave of creditors who came after us, and she and I were in the alley.
It was the first time I broke up with her.
And she slaps me in the face and says, “I’ll give you a chance to do it again.”
I cried and said, “Marry me.”
There’s nothing but abandoned boxes around.
Except for a cherry blossom.
[6]
I put a few of the cherry blossoms that I just removed in front of my house, thought about it, and I took off the bandages on my hand, and I left the cherry blossoms in a awkward way.
When I turned into a zombie, my actions became so laborious, so flexible, so slow, like Alzheimer’s.
Just a lot better than the others.
The sun was coming down, and the bodies around them were moving away.
I finally fainted the moment the moon climbed up.
[7]
When I woke up, I found myself lying in our living room.
The wife stood far away, with a baseball pole, with a helmet, wearing a cotton thong, standing on the stairs to the second floor, with a bow and a watchful look at me.
I sat up slowly, my wife pointed the baseball bar at me, and I said, “You… can you talk?”
I opened my mouth, and I was like, “Well, of course,” and one mouth turned into:
“Uh-uh-uh-uh!
Fuck! I don’t even know what I’m talking about.
And it’s 10 times more scary than the bodies outside. What the fuck is going on?
The wife threw the stick on the floor, picked it up, pointed it at me in tremors, and picked up a dumb bell.
I shut up.
And she said, “You… if you can’t speak, you nod your head, you… do you know who I am?”
I nod my head.
She continued to tremble, saying, “Are you still conscious?”
I nod my head.
She took a step forward, looked at my face, and she asked, “Do you have an impulse to hurt?”
I shook my head.
The wife was relieved, but she was still afraid to relax, pointing a stick at the wall, nervously saying, “If you can understand me, you go and point yourself out.”
I look to the wall.
On the wall, a family happy with us.
My wife, my father-in-law, my parents died a long time ago and so did my wife’s mother, so there were only three of us.
There are only two.
The picture, which belonged to me, was torn to pieces. The gap was so messy, it was so hard to see why.
It’s all wrinkled, my face is different, it looks like it’s coming out of a dump.
I looked back at my wife, and she was nervous and she had a stick on me. And he said, “Go… and point yourself out!”
I stood up from the sofa, swayed to the underside of the wedding picture, and raised my hands awkwardly and pointed to that wrinkled myself.
My wife pointed a stick at me and she yelled, “Well, then…
I mean her dad.
And she said, “What about me?”
I moved my finger to the left and set it on her wedding dress.
She was relieved, and I looked back at her, and she was so nervous that she picked up the stick and pointed at me and said, “You… you… you can sleep in the living room at night, but you can’t go upstairs!”
I shook my head.
She said, “Don’t… don’t go too far. It’s an extralegal favor to sleep in the living room. Don’t think about going to the second floor.”
I shook my head, turned to the living room door, pulled the door out.
Not that I don’t want to stay home.
It is better to protect home than to stay home and stay outside.
I was sitting at the door of my house, looking at the bodies that occasionally passed outside, and after a previous period of displacement, the number of those who had recently come here was decreasing.
Occasionally, some of the old zombies were walking and suddenly fell on the ground, struggling twice and never to rise again.
These old zombies who fell on the ground, I will drag them away at dusk, and I will throw them far away, far away from sight. But strangely, they don’t seem to wake up.
So, will the dead one day too?
And I sat from day to night, and when the moon was about to climb up, I heard the door squeaking behind me.
Then I didn’t know anything.
[8]
In my memory, besides proposing, I gave my wife flowers once.
That was four years ago, I finally got my first money and signed my first contract for long-term cooperation.
I didn’t come home from the company and went straight to the flower shop.
I don’t know what kind of flowers she likes, just buy all the flowers from the flower shop, get them shipped to our house, from the door to the bedroom.
When she got home from work, she stopped, and then she opened the door, and she went out, and she looked at the door sign, and she came in, and she stood at the door and she said, “Li Myung-il, explain to me what’s going on.”
I went towards her.
I remember walking towards her many times, more than I can count.
Only this time, deep enough.
I went through the bushes, went to her, kneeled on one knee, pulled a box out of my pocket, and she looked at me as if she could not say anything. I lifted it to her, and I wondered why my tears had fallen. I said:
“Honey,”
“Please marry me again.”
That day she was wearing a white dress.
[9]
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in my living room again.
The wife wasn’t in the living room. I looked at the clock in the living room.
Four o’clock in the morning.
Wake up early enough.
No, that’s not the point. Wait! I’m in my living room!
I sat up, and I hit my head on the table with a bang, and the table with a bang, and I was scared to stand up and hold it, and I hit the locker with a bang.
I put a glass trophy on the cupboard for my last basketball game, and it all fell on the floor.
Crushed a field.
I earned it when I fought hard. It’s a wonderful time to be young! I was crouching on the ground, and my heart was sore, and I was so sorry that I could not be crushed.
…but now there’s an explosion. There’s no point in having this trophy.
And now they’re all zombies.
When I think about it, I feel so much better, and then I get up and I get up.
I saw my wife.
She had a baseball bat yesterday, changed to a kitchen knife today, and a sharpening stone in her left hand, as if it had just been sharpened. He looked at me with his eyes open.
I swallowed it.
[10]
I was thrown out again.
My wife means I’ll be my zombie outside during the day, go home when I sleep at night, sleep in the living room and not go upstairs. I’ll take care of the food.
Then I’ll say yes.
So today, after standing half-twilight, I left for the supermarket.
I have more rice, more noodles, and more frozen and fresh. I can’t believe the supermarket freezers haven’t broken power. I’ve got a pack of chicken legs, and frozen beef, ribs, all of them in the shopping cart.
In the living room, I saw her face pale. Say something to me and hold the wall.
Looks like he’s weak.
She’s always been fine. Why is she so weak?
I put in a lot of fresh stuff, went to the gift department, took some supplements, took everything but platinum, and I was afraid she would hit me.
I packed everything and decided to go home.
For some reason, my heart has been in a state of panic since it came out, as if something had to happen, and I pushed the car slowly on the road, and now it’s at dusk, and the dead on the road, all of them, go to the suburbs, and some of them go halfway to the ground.
The more I walk, the more I panic, the halfway point, I can’t go.
I fell into a shopping cart, and my feet slid like that night, and I slipped down the slope, and my heart jumped out of my chest, and finally I got closer to home.
A corpse was filming the windows of my house, which had broken, and he stretched his head inside and his throat was as if there was enough.
I yelled and hit my head.
“No one dares bully my wife!”
[11]
Of course it wasn’t me.
I was like, “Ah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah!
The corpse’s head was stuck in the window, and I hit it, and the whole window fell down.
I said, “…”
And at dusk on the moon, the dead man lay on the ground, and he remained still, wondering whether he was dead or fainted.
I put the shopping cart at the door of the house, and I carried it back, for a second, to a flower field far from home.
When I walked back to my house, I felt exhausted, and I stood at the door and the shopping cart had not been dragged in, and I didn’t know whether to knock.
The door is open.
A man who held me in a shadow, held me tight, and could feel the heat before I fainted.
It’s the wife.
The wife is feverish.
[12]
The wife is in good shape.
Her father was a karate coach, and she was a tiger and a dog, and the rat’s son was a hole. Although not that high, the body was still in the middle of the line.
One time I went on a field trip with her, and there was a heavy rain, and when I got back I had a fever, she didn’t have a fever.
Then why is she burning like this?
When I woke up, the living room clock was set at 3:30.
Early.
I decided to go upstairs and see my wife.
I haven’t been home in a long time.
The pictures of me and my wife on the stairs are gone, and the wife doesn’t put new ones on them, and the whole wall on the stairs is empty.
I came to my wife’s bedroom.
The wife is still asleep. Her face was red and must still have a fever as a result of the faint moonlight outside the window.
Honey, what’s wrong with you?
I flipped around, trying to find medicine or a hospital report, but there was nothing around but a few decals.
Is it somewhere else?
I touched the doorknob in the closet and gently pushed the door open.
As soon as the door opens, I’m stuck.
The moonlight outside the window was projected long enough to project its shadow into the floor of the house, and the tiles on the floor responded to the bright light, one layer and into the cabinet.
In the closet, there were a few little clothes for babies.
Under the clothes was a small, tightly wrapped package.
I went down slowly and picked it up, and my wife wrapped it up very carefully, opened a sheet, and there was a box, a box, and there was a box.
Open the last little box and show a piece of paper.
The moonlight came in, and the paper was slightly lightened.
It is a medical check-up to confirm the abortion.
The date on the hospital says, September 23rd.
I divorced my wife a month ago.
[13]
I divorced my wife two months before the mortuary.
On the day of the divorce, too, the weather was heavy, and the wife was in a car to the Civil Administration, with a decent and delicate face.
She went straight to the window, signed with pleasure, picked up the divorce certificate and left without returning.
I made a lot of ideas before I went into the Civil Administration. I thought she’d hysteria me and call me an animal, think she’d slap me in the face and point me in the nose, and even think she might not come.
I just didn’t think she’d be so calm.
I chose to go out, but she chose to go through the legal process.
Her friends were yelling at me, and my friends shot me on the shoulder and didn’t say anything.
On the day of the divorce, she was wearing sunglasses, she stepped on her heels, and her heels were on the floor, and the “twilight” sounded. As usual, it’s so offensive.
I didn’t expect her to lose our baby a month before the divorce.
September 23.
I just stood there and suddenly slapped myself.
September 23rd!
I remember that day.
[14]
It’ll be light soon. I’m out.
I know why my wife is so weak.
Soon after the birth of a child, the corpse broke out, and she was unable to maintain it properly, without food or drink and in fear. The body is getting worse.
I came to the supermarket, went straight to the bottom, picked up the red sugar date on the shelf and put it in the shopping cart.
I went to the freezer and took out the frozen chicken from the freezer and kept it stuck and couldn’t leave it in the shopping van.
When you come home, genius shines.
I went to the door, pushed the car, opened the door…
My wife didn’t know when to sit on the couch in the living room and open the door for a moment, and I saw her just standing up from the couch, looking at me, smiling, crying and sighing.
“You’re back.” She said.
[15]
A wife never had a mother.
Every time we celebrate Mother’s Day, other kids make a greeting card and a little present to their mother, and she gives it to Dad.
For a long time, she was dependent only on her dad, and then I showed up, and another one of me.
Two years ago, on his wife’s birthday, his father-in-law went fishing in the wild, prepared to give her a present, came back in a car accident, and arrived at the hospital, and it was a long time ago.
When my father-in-law died, he didn’t call his wife and took my hand and said to me:
“I’m just a baby girl… you… you have to treat her well… don’t bully her… or I’ll kill you as a ghost…”
After that, he pulled his wife’s hand, put it with my hand, looked at my wife and laughed and said:
“Now… now, I’m relieved… ..you have to be good… ..I can see your mother… ..don’t cry… ..I’m happy…”
After that, my father-in-law died.
That day, my wife broke her liver.
After that day, my wife was left with me.
I’m sorry, father-in-law.
I’m sorry.
[16]
I don’t know why, ever since I got back from the morning, my wife has been very gentle to me.
She stopped yelling at me like she was afraid of me leaving. Every time I stood outside, I had to appease her, and even if I stood outside, I could sense the sight of her fear.
The wife prepared me a chair, which she put outside the house, so that I could look at the house, and I used to lie on top of it, kicking the zombies who tried to look up, and for a long time they were walking around my house. I’m sure we all know there’s a zombie here who likes to beat people without reason.
I always look up and look upstairs, and this is when my wife reaches out and looks at me.
On one occasion, there was no dead bodies around, and the wife even opened the window and laid fresh laundry on the balcony.
The sun was right, and she stood on the balcony and looked at me and laughed.
I don’t know how long it’s been since she smiled like that.
Every night, the smell of chicken soup came from the house, and one morning I woke up and I found a bowl next to me. Touch the bowl, it’s warm.
I drank it, I almost threw up. When I threw up, I heard my wife standing on the stairs staring at me laughing. You look at me and you’re saying something. Look at that mouth. It’s like you’re talking stupid.
Then I got up and tried to beat her, and I scared her, screaming, and running upstairs in a panic, with slippers stuck in her lap.
Sometimes she’s in a good mood, and she’s moving out of the frame and drawing me a picture while I’m asleep.
I woke up and looked so ugly.
More often, when I was home-sitting at night, I pushed the door open and saw her wearing an apron and making soup in the kitchen.
It’s like we haven’t been so harmonious in a long time.
From falling in love to getting married and now I’m a zombie, it’s our most peaceful time.
Sometimes I think, too.
Would it be nice to live like this?
[17]
I’m up early, I’m looking at time and it’s only 3:45, and it’s not morning yet.
I get up and I’m going to go to the supermarket for more supplies.
For some reason, it has recently become increasingly early, often before 4:00.
Correspondingly, during the day the spirit is getting worse.
I shook my head, just a moment ago, and I was in a state of blackness, and I tried to concentrate on collecting what was needed on the shelf.
I set it when I pushed the car out of the supermarket.
There’s a white dress in the cupboard at the supermarket door.
I walked in a twist, carefully removed the white dress from the shelf and placed it under the shopping cart. Look at the price of $19,000, I’m telling you it’s a real gain! It’s just a couple of days before your wife’s birthday, thanks to the supermarket owner.
I pushed the shopping cart out of the supermarket, and the genius came out, and I moved the ice in the car a little bit, and I couldn’t help but look at the little dress, and later I moved it, and I looked at the little dress.
Maybe I was walking too much, walking too much, and a piece of paper just snapped on my face.
I pulled the paper off my face, it wasn’t bright, I looked at it, I looked at it in the light of the sky.
I feel like I’m in a dream. I read it over and over again.
A page of flyers slowly drifted on their hands.
It says, “If you’re lucky, come to City B! Come to City B, please! There’s a morgue and a medical team here. Make sure you’re not infected!”
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
