When I woke up in the morning and opened the tap, I found blood coming out of it, and my mouth was tightly covered before I could scream.
The boyfriend’s voice was down in his ear: “Be quiet, there’s all the dead outside. I’m sorry.
It’s heavy and bloody.
I turned back and found blood all over his white shirt, blood on his neck and blood pouring out of his head.
“I got bit. I’m sorry.
One.
His face was white, but his voice was so low: “I’ll go out first, keep the door locked.” I’m sorry.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
I grabbed his hand with fear and despair.
“It’ll be fine. There’s soy sauce on the table. You eat a little, I’ll stay outside. I’m not leaving. I’m sorry.
He pushed my hand away, one by one, so firmly.
“I don’t, I don’t. I’m sorry.
I didn’t let go, I jumped in his arms and held tight.
I don’t want him to go, even if it’s just outside the door, it’s like cutting off two worlds.
“I could turn into a zombie. I’m sorry.
“I’m not afraid!”
“If you really change, I’ll change with you. I’m sorry.
I’m not loose, I’m dead.
Two.
He stayed still and was silent for a few seconds, so he groaned.
For me.
He’s never done anything.
The soy sauce on the table is still hot. I wanted to eat it last night, so I woke him up early and bought it.
On the way back, he jumped over a man and bit him in the neck.
Everything happened so fast.
The crowds were horrifying and running around.
The ink reacted very quickly, pushing men out of their legs and running, and on the way back, countless living people were thrown on the ground.
Even downstairs, the woman at the door was torn to pieces on the floor by her men and her intestines were ripped out.
3
“I could turn into a zombie. You’re safe only out there. I’m sorry.
The ink is sitting on the sofa, the blood is gone, the eyes are red, and the bloodthirsty desires are in my eyes.
“So what? You’re really a zombie. I’m the only one who can’t live. You’re better than someone else. I’m sorry.
I bit it hard and squeezed the last sentence out of my teeth.
The ink was not responding, and his eyes were getting redter, as if he had been dyed with blood, his body was shaking, his face was ash, and his neck spasms were showing up a little bit, and they looked really scary.
“Are you okay?”
I was rushing towards the past, but he pushed me out of the way.
Don’t come out!
He ran out of the room before I could react.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The door was slammed so hard, I couldn’t stand a bit of mercy.
“Aah…”
The pain of his repression came from outside the door.
And I tried to open the door, and his voice trembled and cried: “O Yi, listen to me once, this time, do not come forth.” I’m sorry.
A door seems to be two worlds apart.
I was there, and he was outside, and I cried at him by the door, “The ink…”
“All right, I’m okay. I’m sorry.
At first, he could still answer me until finally there was no movement.
Ink! I’m sorry.
Ink! I’m sorry.
And I cried, and set my eyes on the door, and asked him to respond.
Not at all.
Never.
Until there came from the door a whispering cry as though the beast was angry.
Ink, is that you?
“Do you think I should? I’m sorry.
I crawled up and looked out through my cat eye.
The ink was facing the door and the in-laws were facing him.
The half of the woman’s face was blue and her intestines were still shaking, while the man was demonstrating in his mouth in ink.
And the ink did not turn away, but stood therein as if it were a mountain.
The man’s coming over.
My heart speaks of my voice, and it’s about to scream.
The ink grabbed his hair and hit it on the side wall.
Bang! I’m sorry.
It’s too bloody with the watermelon blast.
I almost threw up.
And the woman who stunned, felt scared and left.
Men don’t move.
That’s when the ink turned around and I found his pupils white.
That’s what happened to those two zombies.
The pupils were white, dead ash and the ink had turned into a dead body.
4
Day one of the end of the world.
My boyfriend turned into a zombie and I had to look at him through the cat.
Four-eye relative.
He looked at me with his teeth and turned his back to the door.
He did not leave or remained outside the door, and a passing corpse raised his fist.
We rented a private apartment.
Room by room.
Outside the door is a narrow aisle with many people living in the right-hand neighbourhood.
Zombie virus outbreak.
Many people in the apartment were infected, and many had their throats bit by pillows even in their sleeps.
The only way I can see ink is through this little cat’s eye.
Countless visits were his back and never saw him turn around as if he had become an untidy sculpture.
Ink! I’m sorry.
“Ah, ink!”
There seemed to be no dead bodies around, and I looked at him in the back of the head and shouted carefully.
Move!
He’s moving!
He slowly turned around and his white eyes were staring at me through the cat’s eyes.
“Do you remember me? I’m sorry.
“I’m your wife. You’re here to protect me. I’m sorry.
My voice was a little louder, and I suddenly came over a dead body, grabbed my hair by ink and hit the wall.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The head was smashed.
I can only call him “Fuck you.” The world is so violent and violent.
What a nice young man, gentle and wise, knowing the wisdom of the ink.
“Honey, you’re amazing. I’m sorry.
“They’re not your rivals. You’re amazing.”
I still want to kiss my ass.
His hand was loose, and the corpse slipped on the ground. He was staring straight at the cat.
Though through a door.
I still feel like he’s making a big deal out of me.
5
“There’s no water at home. I’m sorry.
If I don’t become a zombie, I’ll be a grown man.
After all, there’s no system, no gold fingers, and there’s no mysterious text message that alerts the hoarding before a corpse explodes.
So it’s sad, and it’s only the next day that we’re out of food, and who knows who’s dead in a sink and who’s bleeding in the tap.
The ink pen is standing there, and I don’t know if I understand.
It’s now night.
I’m sleepy and I go back to bed when he turns around again.
The next day I woke up and there were three buckets of mineral water at the door, and there was a pile of food, and chips and crackers were all my favorite.
“Honey, you remember me. I’m sorry.
I’m going over the door and I’m going to look out with a cat eye.
The ink stood at my back.
He had a sharp axe more than before.
It’s probably my voice that draws the dead.
The old lady in the next house jumped over with her mouth shut.
The ink ax split.
The old lady’s head was flying out, and the body was shaking down and convulsing.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
I kept my voice down, my ink slowly turned around, and my eyes were empty, just staring at the cat.
“If you remember me, just nod your head and give me a little hint. I’m sorry.
I’m going to stick it on the door, and he turned around and left me a shadow, which means he doesn’t remember me.
“Don’t think you can fool me like that. I’m sorry.
I’m angry, I remember, I even understand.
Don’t pretend!
Bullshit!
What happened to the zombies? I wouldn’t discriminate against them.
Six.
On the count of three, if you don’t turn around, I’ll open the door. I’m sorry.
One! I’m sorry.
Two! I’m sorry.
My hand has been held by the door and his back is still so stubborn.
“Three! I’m sorry.
I turned the lock on the door, and he turned, and he had eight big teeth, and it was pretty white.
We said, “What is the matter with you? Don’t think I’m afraid of you when you’re dead.” I’m sorry.
His teeth are frozen.
“Put your teeth away, or I’ll put my arm in your mouth and you’ll bite. I’m sorry.
And as soon as I had said this, he shut his mouth and turned his back in silence.
Turn around. Did I tell you to turn around? I’m sorry.
I got a big voice. The old man next door came over.
And the ink passed with an ax, and turned in silence, staring at the cat, and the face of the ashes was filled with an intoxication.
He has always been helpless to me.
I want to laugh, just tears that fall in the face without control.
Three years ago, he kneeled on one knee and said, with his head on his head, that he would protect me for the rest of my life, and who knew that in three years’ time, that would be the way to protect me.
The outside world is getting more vicious.
I’m in the village of the city, on the fifth floor, still smelling of blue blood and of rotting corpses.
This is the South and summer.
It’s like a summer sun. I just want to throw up.
This morning.
I fell asleep and heard the door open outside.
And then I jumped out.
The door was slightly open and the ink was standing outside the door with a big bag in it.
“Honey!”
I was excited to shout.
He’s got a stiff, slow head up and his eyes are red.
It’s a desire for food.
I am the best prey, and he is the terrible beast.
7
I was scared to lose my neck.
He’s so pale, he throws things away, he closes the door light.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
I flushed through.
The door has been locked and only through the cat’s eyes can he see his back to the door.
Two zombies came over.
He took an axe, a violent and brutal one at a time.
“Honey, I miss you. I’m sorry.
I flat-mouthed, my nose sore, my tears fell down.
His back was flat and he had not returned for a long time, but he held the axe tightly.
He still doesn’t want to see me.
I think he’s afraid of hurting me.
It’s all a human-eating world out there.
In the first few days, the cries of humanity were also heard in rare ways.
The voices of people are barely heard.
There’s only the low screams of the dead, and there’s the tiny sound of the gnawing bones.
The electricity was out long ago.
By the eighth day, the water in the tap had stopped running.
Ink’s been moving things into the room.
The living room has long been filled with all kinds of food.
He’s still at the door.
The walkers had been cleared by him, and even if I spoke, no dead bodies had come out, so quiet as to make people panic.
“Honey, there’s no power. The meat you brought back stinks. I’m sorry.
I was lying at the door talking to him.
The ink has not turned back, nor has he responded. He has not spoken since he became a dead body. He should have lost his language function, but I know he still understands what I am saying.
The fifteenth day of the end of the world.
The corpses in this apartment have been cleaned up in ink and even the bodies on the ground, and the hairs of the blasts.
He still wouldn’t see me, but he knew that every day he was sneaking into his room and not coming in at the door.
Can I make him do this?
There’s no dead bodies. Why don’t you and I get a good life?
This morning.
I hid behind the door and watched the lock finally turn gently.
He reached in with his bare hands.
I grabbed him, “Wow, I’m not gonna catch you this time.” I’m sorry.
8
His hands freeze.
I looked over and looked at him with red blood, staring straight at me with bloodthirsty desires.
“Honey!”
Even though I was psychologically prepared, I was scared to lose my neck.
Shouting timid.
He stares at me like a century long.
All of a sudden, he pushed me away and smashed the door.
Bang! I’m sorry.
The sound is loud in the night, as if it were thundering.
“Honey, open the door. I’m sorry.
I went through the door, through the cat’s eye, and I only saw his back.
No response, just as if it were a statue, guarding our home.
“Ahhh!”
I covered my stomach and cried in pain: “Ah, my stomach hurts, my husband hurts…”
He finally turned back, through the eyes of the cat, and saw him staring at the door.
“Aigoo…”
“It hurts…”
“Honey…”
I slowly slipped, lying on the floor, and my voice was getting weaker.
Really…
If I don’t come in here and save me, I’ll be dead.
One second after I didn’t say anything.
The lock turned around, and I closed my eyes, and I was lying there.
He walked in.
The closer I get, the less mint I can smell.
Is this thing still in the shower?
This is definitely not the smell of our bath.
“Oh, you showered outside. Did you walk the dog behind my back? I’m sorry.
And I went up with my eyes open, and one hand grabbed his collar, and the other with all kinds of twirling, stiff, untempered, but definitely not the kind of corrosive ice.
As for walking dogs, that’s a barrier between us.
Once upon a time, we saw a choreographer who used to walk his dog to find a woman.
“What? I’m sorry.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“You said you were out there? I’m sorry.
“How dare you touch the outside bath? I’m sorry.
“Don’t you love me if you don’t come in and leave me alone? I’m sorry.
My feet were on his waist, and I held him like a bear with no tail, so that it would drive me out of the house and ignore him.
9
He’s standing like a stake and staring at me with his red eyes.
“What? Don’t think I’m scared of you. I’m sorry.
And I raised my hand and put my arm to his mouth: “Bite me, if you bite me, I will become a corpse and bite you.” I’m sorry.
He turned his head and looked at me, and he didn’t speak, and he was as stiff as a wood, as if he were protesting in silence.
Oh no, it’s patience.
It’s full of obnoxiousness that can be felt, even if it’s not.
“Why did you ignore me?”
“Do you love me? I’m sorry.
“Oh, you hooked up with a female corpse of your species, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
“You go out at night, eat human flesh, take a bath and eat human flesh. I’m sorry.
And the more I said, the more he turned his head, and his eyes were full of fire, and he shook his head a little bit.
You want to deny it?
And We approached his collar, and his neck snuffed, and leaned up, and kissed his face: “You tasted differently, as if you smelled of someone else’s perfume. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me, and the red in his eyes faded a little, as if I had made a noise, and a little tension.
I looked at him and said, “If you do not tell the truth, I will not end with you.” I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth without a voice and showed his teeth.
So We leaned forward, and he leaned backwards consciously, and turned away from my mouth.
“You really don’t love me anymore, you used to kiss me, and now you’re avoiding me and you’ve changed your mind.”
I covered my face in my fingers and looked at his face.
And he was staring at me, without blinking, without a sound, and standing there in peace, as if as a stake.
For a long time…
And when I could not go on, suddenly he bowed his head, and his lips touched my forehead gently, and then he moved away.
10
I peeked at him, and his eyes were red, full of obnoxious.
I know he wants to eat me, like a hungry man facing a roast with oil.
Who can handle it, anyway, and I’m sure I’ll take a bite.
“Honey. I held him around the neck, “I know I’m tempting, but we have to figure out how to deal with this morbidity, or what else, do you want to watch the door?” I’m sorry.
I’m used to sleeping with him.
Especially at the end.
These days I can’t sleep alone. People are years old.
I sat down on his couch and I told him how I’d been on my knees these days. It’s so sad to see him through that cat’s eyes on the door, but only one back.
The ink was quiet, but he wasn’t a very quiet man before he turned into a zombie, and now he’s more quiet and he’s turning his back on me.
Then I can’t stand it.
Four-eye relative.
His eyes are getting red, like blood.
Suddenly.
He pushed me away, ran out, closed the door tight again.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
I was lying on the door, looking out through the cat’s eye.
He turned his back to the door, his body was shaking and his hands had been fisted.
He is restraining and trying to suppress the desire to harm me.
I filmed the door: “Honey, if you want to bite me, you bite me, it’ll hurt a little, and I won’t scream, so I can become a dead person, wander with you and bathe with you.” I’m sorry.
He’s got a stiff body, he’s turning around, he’s got a red eye on me.
Through the cat’s eyes.
I can feel his anger, he’s angry.
Eleven.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
He suddenly shouted like an animal and turned around and went out.
“Honey!”
I called him, and he didn’t even turn his head, and disappeared in my sight.
Run away.
The ink ran away.
I’ve been waiting at the door for over two hours and he hasn’t come back.
My legs are numb, and I can’t look for him, but I have to slip by the door, and my tears fall uncontrollably.
I don’t think the ink really ran away.
I knew I wouldn’t hook him up.
I’m gonna stretch out my arms and tell him to eat.
What is this?
If it were me, I’d be hungry, and the ink would be hanging out in front of me with a grill.
It’s already dawning.
I was lying behind a window and I looked out, and there were a couple of zombies walking around.
For the past six months, no living person has been able to see or know that there are still people in this town. If there are no words, I will either be bitten or starved.
Coming…
Here he comes.
The ink showed up with an axe and raised his hand and cut off his head.
This is bloody and violent.
I almost didn’t scream. I covered my mouth.
He’s an ax one.
All of a sudden, he turned to me and saw the same blood in his eyes.
This shit’s venting anger.
He used to be such a gentle man in Dosven.
But I’m not afraid to look at him like he’s the one with the axe.
If it wasn’t for the dead, I’d give him a big round of applause, and I’d say, “Father, six, six, six, one, one, one, one, one, two, two, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, one, one, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three.
But the more you look, the more you panic.
The ink seems to be crazy. It’s been split, split, split.
The dead are like firewood before him, and he is the tool of wood-cutting, without being tired, without having stopped his hand, without even blinking, and without knowing whether he is tired.
So I looked at him in the window, and I saw him walking far away from the sight, and I cried out, “Honey, come back, don’t take me. I swear I will never seduce you again. I’m sorry.
Really, I’m not gonna shake my arm on his mouth like that anymore. I’m gonna dress up tight and not show a piece of meat.
He’s walking, stiff and slowly turning around.
12
Red’s eyes look at me.
I didn’t say anything, but all those years of good will made me know he wouldn’t leave.
He’s just going to chop the dead.
I stayed at home and waited until the sun set.
There was finally noise outside the door.
The door lock is spinning.
The door was pushed.
He came in and stood before me for the first time.
There was no axe in his hand and he took a bath and changed a clean white shirt.
“You’ve gone too far. Find yourself a place to shower without me. I’m sorry.
It’s true.
We used to take a bath together and say we’d do it together forever.
And then in the end, when he turned into a zombie, the species discrimination didn’t bother me.
I had to worry if he thought that the female mortuary was more in touch with the subject, so he hated me for abandoning me.
He looked at me in silence, and his eyes covered in a light red, but he did not bite me like before.
I looked him in the eye and he suddenly turned towards the door.
“Honey!”
When I shouted, he walked, looked back at me and went out again.
Right at the door.
The door was open, he looked at me, and he shook his hand.
Like a ghost in a ghost.
At this moment, I’m almost: “I’ve died so badly…”
If it was someone else, I’d be scared shitless, rush into the room and close the door and hide in the twitch.
But the wavers are ink, and I’m not afraid, but I’m looking forward to it.
Since the end.
My first step out of the room.
The moment we walked out that door on the first floor, the smell of rotting corpses was like shit.
I almost suffocated.
On the ground, no less than 10 bodies were separated from each other.
It’s all ink.
I can’t believe he’s been cutting me up all day.
Probably because I said I wanted to be a zombie and bathe with him, he now had to prove that even if I hadn’t become a zombie, I could have bathed with him.
That was the same year.
I said I envy other girls for such a perfect confession.
He was standing in front of the dormitory with flowers, standing in the hearts of the candles, shouting my name in public, kneeling with me on one knee and begging me to be his girlfriend.
Just in front of a car door.
He stopped and showed me to get in.
It’s a good thing I got a driver’s license in college, but I can still use it in the end.
Ink in the co-pilot direction.
I drove in the car in the direction he pointed, and I ended up in front of the villa.
The door is open.
It’s extremely luxurious.
The point is that the water has not stopped and has not been contaminated with blood.
I opened the tap, and I saw the moment the clear running water came out, the nose was sour, it almost didn’t feel like crying.
Ink is staring at me, pointing to the direction of the bathroom.
I know. He’s trying to say that he’s the smell of the bath, the smell of the bath, the smell of his body.
13
“Oh. I’m sorry.
I pointed at him and stomped at his feet: “If I didn’t suspect you walking with me, you wouldn’t have brought me to the villa, would you?” I’m sorry.
I know it’s an unreasonable thing to do, but I won’t do it, I won’t listen to my ink, I won’t go back to me.
Our living together is always like an insurmountable divide.
And now I stare at him.
And he could not help but shake his head with his head up and softly, and deny Our allegations.
“Why didn’t you bring me here earlier? Still have to wait until I suspect you? I’m sorry.
And I kept going on, and he looked at me and looked at the outside, and his mouth opened with the sound of a poignant, trying to explain.
“Huh! I’m sorry.
I’m on my chin and I’m trying to put my pride back.
Look at me.
I’m the only one who can talk to them.
“I don’t care. You’re not going to leave me any further. I’m sorry.
Who’s that? Wang Xiao Yi of Huaxia!
Follow me silently.
Where?
I haven’t showered in a long time.
The point is that there’s a man’s back.
It feels so happy.
But I’m going to wash fast. I’m afraid the next time I’m done.
Then I turned the villa over.
There are two floors, luxury renovations, large courtyards, high walls and a basement with a lot of wine.
“Honey, we can finally live in a mansion. I love you so much. I’m sorry.
Such times, of course, were in his arms, hanging on him like a bear with no tail, whose face was a strong kiss.
I kissed him and he tried to eat me.
I don’t mind. I’m looking at him smiling.
If he’s not angry, I’ll put a white arm on it. He bit him in the mouth, and I turned into a zombie, and we both went out there with an axe.
It’s the end of the world. It’s no big deal.
I’m actually a very sad person, and death hasn’t been so terrible to me.
But the ink told me to live, and every time I showed my desire to turn into a dead body, he was angry, his eyes turned red, and he ran out and cut it up.
14
The bodies around the mansion were cut in ink and the bodies were towed.
I’ve been able to get out of here.
The ink was following, with an axe in his hand, walking me like a dog.
It’s a mansion. It’s a small town, unlike the old town.
The ink has been cleaned up, so there are no corpses in sight and there is no previously decomposition in the air.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
I took the initiative to go to the hands of the man who said, “You’re great. You can’t beat any of those zombies. You’re a dead man. I’m sorry.
He looked at me.
I smiled, and I held his arm, “I am a weak, helpless man who must hold your thigh tight.” I’m sorry.
He had no face and left me hanging on him like a bear bear.
The ink after being turned into a dead body is even more chilly, eight hundred years of silence, and most of the time it is extremely cold and even active alienation.
And I will not let him do this, and he will take one step away from me, and I will make two steps towards him until he hangs on to him, and whenever he does so, he will always show his face.
“Honey, we’re quite comfortable in life. I’m sorry.
I followed the ink to buy zero at a supermarket and pushed out a pile of shopping cars.
“A living man? I’m sorry.
“There are still people! I’m sorry.
Just as soon as he had left the gate, he heard a long-overdue cry and was a girl who shouted loud and full of surprises, without fear of being bitten by a corpse.
I turned my head and understood why she was not afraid of zombies, was surrounded by soldiers and had guns, and she was also in uniform and looked so handsome and safe.
But for the next second, the black and dark gun was brushed to the ink.
“What do you want?”
I was almost unconsciously standing in front of the ink, and I opened my hands, like a furry cat, angry at those.
“Little girl, you look like a zombie behind you. I’m sorry.
An uncle called me.
The girl cried at me, “Get out of the way!” I’m sorry.
In the eyes of human beings, zombies are not worthy of living in this world and must be shot in the head and burned.
“I won’t let it. What happened to the dead? Does it have to be shot? This is species discrimination. It’s wrong. I’m sorry.
I shouted straight, I just woke up red.
I’m scared. I can’t beat them. What if they take the ink or kill it?
15
“Little girl, if you don’t let go, the corpse will eat you. I’m sorry.
The uncle shouted again.
“He won’t eat me. He’s not a zombie. He’s my husband. He’s been protecting me. I’m sorry.
And I looked at them, and their voices were shaking: “Please, do not hurt my husband, he has not bitten or eaten.” I’m sorry.
Those people are face-to-face. They don’t believe it. How can a zombie not bite?
But the ink was standing behind me, and they did not act against me, so they were confused and did not shoot at first.
After a few seconds of silence, the girl suddenly came at me.
“You stay back. I’m sorry.
I yelled at her right away, and I couldn’t let her come near her. I couldn’t make sure that the ink was a dead body.
“Don’t be afraid. We’re not mean. We won’t hurt you. I’m sorry.
The girl walked.
Of course I know they don’t mean any harm to me.
Run! I’m sorry.
I held the ink in my hand and pulled my legs towards the next parking lot.
“Hey, little girl. I’m sorry.
They’re yelling at me, but I’m holding on to my ink.
That’s my kind over there, but I pick ink.
But not a few steps.
The ink was all of a sudden stomping, and I was in pain.
Run?
I looked back and called out to him, and I looked at him with red eyes.
“What do you want?” I’m sorry.
I just can’t believe it.
So at this point, he’s leaving me, trying to dump me at those people.
Not at all.
In my questioning, the ink was determined to push my hand away.
“Honey…”
I cried out to him, but he had no face, and he had to pull my hand away.
“I don’t want it. You’re not leaving me. I’m sorry.
The moment his hand was pushed out of his hand, I jumped over it.
Hang him on this.
I really don’t have to be too skilled to be so lazy.
“What are you two doing? I’m sorry.
The little girl looked at the fog, and the old man said, “Hey, we’re not bad guys. We’re not just bad guys. I’m sorry.
They didn’t see the ink.
And I looked to the ink, and the red of his eyes covered the white of a dead fish that was unique to the dead, so they did not recognize it.
16
“Huh, what can we do? We’re just trying to show our love. After all, it’s been too long. It’s a little exciting. I’m sorry.
I tried to make fun of myself, and I tried to explain that I couldn’t get rid of my door.
They were speechless, especially the girl whose lips were drawn: “What then, will you come with us?” We’ve set up a safe zone, there’s no dead bodies there. I’m sorry.
“No need!”
“We’re safe, so we won’t bother you. I’m sorry.
When I waved my hands, I pulled my ink and whispered, “Go, or else they will kill you and I will die with you.” I’m sorry.
He’s keeping an eye on me.
I was staring at him, too, and he never looked at me.
He finally took me away.
Those guys didn’t come after me. I finally got in the car.
Just go back to the villa.
I close the door, I pull the curtains, I look at the ink and bite my teeth.
How dare he dump me?
“You don’t want me anymore?”
“You can’t wait to throw me away, can you? I’m sorry.
I step by step, and the ink step by step, until I put my back on the wall, and my hands stood helplessly against my chest.
“I have long seen that you have deliberately distanced yourself from me, for the sake of today and for the sake of sending me away today. I’m sorry.
The last thing I said was to bite his teeth and put my hands on his chest.
How dare you?
I can’t believe you’re making your own decisions without asking me.
The ink is swaying and trying to explain that there’s no future for humans and zombies.
I’ll take care of him?
The question is whether you can do it.
I went straight to my toes and kissed his lips.
Very cold.
No temperature cool.
His eyes were turned against each other, and his eyes were filled with terrible red.
17
I don’t care about the 3721 tongues.
And bite him!
Whoever says that only a corpse bites, I will bite his lips.
The faint smell of blood in the lips.
I’m really a madman. For a moment, I thought I’d be a zombie.
He suddenly pushed me away.
And I fell down on the ground, and his eyes were covered with blood.
He turned and left.
And I went over, and I hugged my thighs: “Don’t go, I won’t go.” I’m sorry.
I’m a paranoid man, I’m a dead man, and I don’t think it’s a big deal if the people I love become zombies.
What if it turns into a zombie?
Let’s go eat humans together.
If you’re gonna get a head shot, you’re gonna get a head shot.
If it turns into a ghost, we’ll be able to take the Na Ho Bridge together.
The ink is frozen.
And I looked up at him, and the tears were blurry: “I beg you, don’t go, I don’t want you to go.” I’m sorry.
He shakes his head.
He’s actually shaking his head.
It’s only a few years since we agreed to spend the rest of our lives together.
“Okay, you go, you step out of this door, I’ll go find another corpse and bite me. I’m sorry.
I let go of my hand. Stand up. I’ve got two hands.
It’s hard and soft.
I just don’t believe it. I can’t get rid of him.
Let’s go!
“Go away!”
He stayed still, and I saw him standing there, and I said, “Let’s just open the door and leave the door alone. I’ll never look at you again, even if I were a corpse.” I’m sorry.
He doesn’t go, the red eyes stare at me, and he doesn’t go.
And We were more fierce than him, and he was like, “Come on, don’t waste your time here. I have to go and dress up and seduce another corpse.” I’m sorry.
Bang! I’m sorry.
He hit the door hard.
This thing’s not going anywhere.
“Ah, aah, aah…”
And We covered the belly, and fell down softly on the floor: “I had eaten your blood, as if it were going to be a corpse.” I’m sorry.
18
The ink was stunned and hurriedly crouched at me.
That moment.
I grabbed his neck and kissed him.
If you want to get rid of my door, I’ll take it.
This is truly a blessing for evil.
I found out we could kiss and I didn’t actually change.
Could be a mortuary bite.
The ink didn’t bite me, so I wasn’t infected with the mortuary virus.
That’s a big deal.
I’ve been eating my ink every day.
This stuff started hiding.
Then he became numb, and I was allowed to do whatever I wished for him.
Humans fight back super fast.
I slept so well in the morning, I suddenly heard the horn ringing outside the door.
The mortuary in this area has been removed, so that we, the survivors, can register in the community and receive the necessary materials free of charge.
By the time I arrived, the line had been long, and everyone looked excited and happy, but there were a lot of people who couldn’t smile, and there was no light in their eyes.
“Hey, little girl, I’ve seen you. Why are you alone? I’m sorry.
In line.
A big mother looked back at me and laughed.
“Aah?”
I’m sorry.
“I have to thank your husband for saving my life and for cleaning up all the dead bodies in our area. I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah, he’s your husband, right?”
“I once saw you come out together and get in a car together. I’m sorry.
Mam came to hold my hand and had a big voice.
I started whispering about some boy.
The one with the axe to chop the dead.
They also wear white shirts, which are clean and clean every time they appear.
Last time I left, I was bleeding.
But then again, clean, handsome boys.
19
“That’s right, he’s my husband, he doesn’t like to play games, so I’m here to sign him up. I’m sorry.
I’m smiling, I can’t hide my pride and pride. I’m a man chopping a dead man up a cow, one ax, and I’m in the right place.
“Hey, it’s you. I’m Moko. We met. I’m sorry.
That girl last time.
She was a staff member in charge of the maintenance of order and she was still surprised to see me.
“Hello, I’m Yi. I’m sorry.
It’s still a bit of a bad feeling that they might find the ink dead.
But she doesn’t have any different eyes.
The smile was still bright, and he shook my hand.
And the mother next to her was passionate, and she said to Mooko, “What a great husband! The reason why we are so few is that her husband has been cut to death, and even her husband saved my life.” I’m sorry.
“Well, right?”
Mooko smiled at me.
And at this moment, I am blushing and even more disheartened: “I was not there, but it was only by chance that I saved my life. I’m sorry.
Really, this is not the time to blow.
What if they want to see words, or what if they want words to cut them off?
“It’s not a coincidence that we all lived at the Maple Bridge, where we were too many, too many to go out, too many to move, and where her husband cut them off every day, especially at night, and sent us water and food from house to house. I’m sorry.
“No, he saved all three of our lives. I’m sorry.
“So does our family, or else we’ll starve to death. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, if it hadn’t been for her husband’s food, we’d have been dead, let alone had her husband cleaned up. I’m sorry.
Say one word to me, you guys. Say that excitement.
I just knew that ink had done so much.
Mooko smiled and asked me, “Have a chance to eat with you and your husband?” I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry.
“My husband doesn’t like to touch people.” I’m sorry.
He even wants to eat me, let alone so many people.
“Well, then make a register and leave a cell number. We’ve contacted the authorities to restore power and communication, and we’re sure we’ll be back to normal soon. I’m sorry.
The word Moko is exciting for everyone, and humans are absolutely powerful.
I went home to lock the door.
We never opened the curtains, and I was thinking about leaving with ink.
This is the front-line city.
There’s a lot of people who don’t talk, and there’s a lot of discipline, and I can’t keep ink.
20
“Honey, why don’t we leave and find a place where nobody else can. I’m sorry.
I went into the bedroom.
I told him to wait here while he was out.
The door was pushed.
There was no one in the bedroom. My first reaction was ink ran off.
That bastard ran away.
I thought I was joking. I couldn’t go to a zombie.
Right in the brain.
“Ii. I’m sorry.
The sound of familiarity has kept me in a position to barely look back.
Is the ink calling me?
How is that possible?
Yi?
Another shout.
As I reacted, people turned around.
The ink is standing behind me.
The key to the white shirt, cleanness, is the dead fish’s eyes, and at this moment it’s a little bit of a wonder.
“You can talk? I’m sorry.
I suspect I’m dreaming and I can’t help but crush my face.
It hurts. It hurts my mouth.
“A little bit. I’m sorry.
He’s short, he’s stiff, but he’s far better than before.
“No, a corpse can become a human being? I’m sorry.
My world view is about to collapse, staring at ink or not.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
The ink shook my head, I ran over and lay down on his chest.
There was no heartbeat and no temperature.
But now I can hear a weak heartbeat, touch his chest, and the temperature, not the cold of the dead.
“Oh, my God, you’re really living to be human. I’m sorry.
I almost cried, dragged him to his room, stripped him in my hand, and had to do a whole body check.
His neck wound had long been healed, his body was white and tender, and he was elastic, unlike the previous rigidity.
I’ll fuck his chest again.
This time, the heartbeat was heard more clearly than the clothes.
# And it’s #
It’s the most amazing melody in the world.
“How did this happen?”
I can’t think of it. The ink is full of flattering eyes, and the lips are dazzling.
He’s not sure.
In short, it is absolutely the greatest miracle of the world that ink can become human.
21
Half a month later.
And the pupils of the ink were restored to black, as usual.
Even though there was less talk.
But I’ve been able to say a long sentence, and my communication is basically fine.
And then we researched and studied.
It’s because I ate him every day, especially when I bit him and bled.
After all, a mortuary bite can turn a man into a mortuary. Why can’t a mortuary become a human being?
Although the angles are rough, there is no other rational explanation.
Here comes the second census.
This time, communications and electricity were completely restored, and humans began to return to production.
Me and Ink were holding hands to register.
Go into the square for a second.
All eyes fall on us, whispering.
“Is that him?”
“It was him. I recognized it at first sight. I’m sorry.
“It’s true. I’m sorry.
“You look so handsome. I’m sorry.
That’s a little girl’s voice. I look to the ink for pride.
Sure.
My man is no more than a handsome, tactless man.
“Ii. I’m sorry.
Here comes Mooko again, and he said, “Hi, we’ve met before.” I’m sorry.
“Well, I remember. I’m sorry.
The ink lips are ticking, and the low voice is a little dim.
Moot gave us a few sheets.
In addition to registering our basic information, there are two medical examination forms.
At first I refused.
But we couldn’t stop the ink. We did a full body check.
Check the report out that day.
I couldn’t even look, I looked at the ink, I saw his lips laughing, and that’s when I looked at the medical form.
Everything’s fine.
The ink body has recovered to humans and there is no mortuary virus in the body.
Yes!
There is now an additional mortuary virus test in the medical report.
Some human beings are not different.
It’s hidden in the body, and it’s isolated.
A drug was then produced, which was systematically treated to completely remove the mortuary virus before being released for rehabilitation.
That night, the dark wind was high.
“Honey…”
The ink stood by the bed, and the buttons of the shirt were lifted.
I said, ‘Don’t come near me, little lady.’
22
Ten years later.
The human world has returned to normal.
The mortuary virus has become a myth, and I’m a child.
“Mommy, your favorite brother or me? I’m sorry.
Little girl hugged my thigh and smiled sweetly on her little face.
“My favorite is your daddy. I’m sorry.
I went out, and the ink lips that worked overtime at the desk were rising wildly.
I looked at him, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and in his dark eyes, it was me.
The end–
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
