I am the zombie king of the apocalypse

One day in her memory, accompanied by two patrol policemen, she walked towards the home that was not hers. She stood at the door of a high-end community, looking through the shadows of the trees, looking at the happiness behind the window on the third floor. of a family.

At that time, she also thought about a lot of things, and found that her life seemed to be smaller than ordinary people from the beginning.

The little bear graffiti drawn in the primary school textbook, the name and father engraved on the wall of the house where two people lived, and the pair of white shoes on the window sill that had been washed and stripped of silk began to appear in the memory after being exposed to wind and rain. of yellow.

And the pack of mothballs placed at the foot of the bed, which he almost mistook for candy, were all filled with a kind of incomplete warmth.

The family of three sat together at the table, turning into a silhouette under the dim light. The smallest figure seemed to be her from the beginning.

She thought about her father who was addicted to gambling. After a certain period of time, that man began to ignore her and his existence gradually became blurred. At a certain period after that, she no longer put her hope in Since there is no father's love in that man, she still has a mother.

But who knows, that mother's love is no longer hers.

Every word she said was full of sarcasm.

"Son, you have grown up, your brother is still young, and your mother doesn't have time to accompany you. After you go to college, your mother will find a new job for you. Do you think it will work? I just ask you not to come here when your father is here. Me, you will destroy me if you do this!"

Standing at the gate of the community, feeling the people coming and going around her and the strange looks they cast, she smiled to herself.

After that, she and two patrol officers came to her home. As expected, the home was empty. The desk where she had struggled for countless nights was covered with dust. The textbooks and review materials and notes on the bookshelf had long disappeared. , come to think of it, it was stolen and sold as scrap paper by her gambling mother-in-law.

But that's okay, the past memory has become very light, and she can let it go.

As she left, she made one last request to the patrolman, that she wanted to go for a walk.

As if they had guessed something, the two patrol policemen agreed and accompanied her to wander around the city. In half a day, she visited every place she had ever visited. Those places were full of memories, but as she went... When the time came, all these memories collapsed and became blank.

In the end, she ran away without the attention of the two patrolmen. Perhaps seeing that she was a delicate and weak girl, the two grown men were not worried about her escaping. This also gave her a chance to escape along the way. There are only black and white streets, or her world has turned into black and white.

She ran and ran, she ran as hard as she could, she threw away two patrolmen, but still didn't stop, her lungs almost exploded, but she still didn't know why she was running! She just moved her feet numbly, wasting all her strength, and ran! Run like crazy!

The air in her lungs was squeezed out, she began to lack oxygen, and her head became dizzy. It was not until she ran out of the city and reached the suburbs that she realized that it was not that she was afraid of going to jail, but that she wanted to escape from this black and white world!

But the world itself is colorful, but there is something wrong with her eyes, and she can't escape!

In front of her was a winding railway track. She stood there in a daze for a long time. She tried hard to make her world full of color, but after a long time, nothing changed.

Looking back on her life, the more she thought about it, the more desperate she became. She walked onto the railway track like a robot. At this moment, she was like a doll that had lost its soul, no longer having the spirituality it had before. "

"It's all over, goodbye..."

She muttered hoarsely, and the breeze blew by, rolling up the hair on her temples. The surrounding was very quiet, eerily quiet, but this environment also made her relax. At least, she still had freedom.

Now she just wants to be quiet and reflect on her life, especially the beautiful memories of her childhood.

She sat on the railway track and slowly lowered her body, lying across the center of the railway track. Feeling the caress of the grass tips on her cheeks, she felt an unprecedented warmth. Just like that, she closed her eyes.

She didn't open her eyes until the clear whistle of the train sounded in the distance. The three bright lights on the locomotive were a bit harsh, and there was an inexplicable feeling of fear. However, Su Sigui did not move. Maybe she had no strength, or maybe It's because she doesn't want to keep running.

Closing it again, she began to feel the pleasure before death.

The driver in the train seemed to have noticed her. He honked the horn frantically and kept honking, but it didn't move Su Sigui in the slightest.

The wind blew again, blowing her black hair, and her delicate body waited for the huge thing dragging five or six carriages to crush it.

Just when the train was still a hundred meters away from her, a man stood in front of her. The sunlight was blocked, and she could feel it even with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes, and there was a man standing in front of her. He had to stand behind her. It was the sun. From her perspective, the man's back seemed to be the sun.

Facing the sun, the man's appearance was very blurry. She watched him stretch out his hand and face her.

For some reason, she also stretched out her hand and held the other person's cold fingers tightly.

The man with the sun hanging behind her pushed hard, and she felt the irresistible force from his hand. Her body was lifted up lightly by him. His strength was so strong that it gave her the illusion that she was back to her childhood self. My father's hand was holding his father's finger. At that time, my father's hand was so strong.

Woo~

The train sped past her, blowing a gust of wind that blew her hair around. Turning her head, she saw the driver above wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a rag and looking at her angrily.

"Live well."

She expected this man to speak, but in the end he said these words, and then turned around, leaving a back to her. From the beginning to the end, she did not see what this man looked like, she only knew his back. , very lonely, very vicissitudes of life.

Her eyes seemed to have a little more color.

Then, time went back and the man came back. The departing train reversed and passed behind her. The man came and left again, until the train drove far away and time became a normal flow.

But at this time, she was no longer the man reaching out to pull him up, but suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, and looked around blankly.

"Am I... back again? You... who could you be? No! The Corpse King... the Corpse King! I want to stop him!"