[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

It was a very strong visual impact.

When everything that is gray is dyed with a layer of gold, you can see the whole process of the sun gradually rising in a far, far away place.

If I like this emotion, then I probably like sunrise more than sunset.

It seems like a lot of people think so in the heads I've eaten.

That probably symbolizes a new beginning.

I don't know if the words "new beginning" are meaningful to me, but the process of sunrise at least means that I have "lived" one more day in this state.

In any case, it should be a kind of luck to be alive.

My eyes were fixed on the outside, and I probably half expected some noise from outside to lure us out of that gap, to start a new day's wandering, and maybe luckily find something to eat.

After we leave, that person should have a chance to leave too.The glass on the other side of the waiting hall is fairly solid, and the sound insulation effect should be good, so it is no problem for him to leave quietly.

Although he will most likely get eaten by the same thing as me on the way, or take a bite of the meat and become one of us.

But I won't see him again, or when I see him again, he won't whet my appetite.

May all your wishes come true.

I remembered the meaning of this idiom, I hope I can really get what I want.

But at the next moment when I was lucky and looking forward to it, I felt some commotion around me, as well as the seemingly indistinct fresh breath behind me.

The faint smell tempted me to turn around, the sun was behind me, I looked at the man in the white shirt standing at the exit of the plane, and remembered four more words in my mind.

Run in the opposite direction.

Damn it!

I don't know where the guy got his clean clothes from in the cabin, but the upper storage compartments are good for stacking luggage, so it's no surprise he changed that dirty blue shirt.

That has my smell on it.

It smells like the dead.

That smell can confuse everyone's sense of smell, and it can also slightly stabilize my appetite.

But now that person was wearing a white shirt, his hair was a little messed up by the wind, the shirt wrapped his body, the clothes were very transparent, and his whole body was also very transparent. He stood there with his lips pursed, looking at me and smiling.

He could still laugh.

I'm not that far from the plane, about the closest one actually.

I was also the first to quicken my pace slightly, but I didn't make any sound from my throat, and didn't give my companion any signal to attack.

I stepped up the narrow steps step by step, trying to make the movement under my feet a little smaller. I know better than anyone how annoying this conditioned reflex is.

He watched me approaching him step by step, still smiling.

Want to die?

Want to be like me?

Why do I, who have been thinking about what will happen all the time, feel a little bit like I don't want anything to happen at this moment.

Getting closer, he took a step towards me, then opened his arms and leaned forward slightly.

I'm glad he didn't jump on me, because my clumsy and stiff limbs would definitely fall down viciously because of that kind of action, and I, who can't learn to do any protective posture, might break my leg or arm because of it, or even break my body. Maybe because of this, the head hit the ground first and there was no whole body.

Look at me, why I keep saying bad sentences.

He leaned close to me, the white shirt must be dirty again.

It must have been contaminated with a bunch of disgusting things that look, feel, and smell in people's notions.

That's a shame, it's a really nice shirt and looks good on this guy.

His scent mingled with mine, about to confuse my companion.

If they feel it, they will be very depressed whether there is something wrong with their olfactory system.

I'm so sorry for them.

But I don't want him dead just yet.

I snorted twice, and after I lost my smell, my cry would not attract the attention of those companions.

He straightened up, and the front of his clothes became very exciting. I slowly raised my hand and pointed to the door.

He glanced back, then back again, and pulled my right wrist just above the wrist.

Oh yes, my right wrist, that's where I got bitten.

I suppose that bite would have made me what I am now, if all the other wounds on my body were posthumous.

Before I had time to think about anything else, he had already dragged me up a step.

I am not a dog.

But I don't want to watch him change clothes and walk out again.

I may not be the closest to him next time, and there may not be enough rotten stuff to cover his smell.

So I was dragged to the cabin by him like a dog.

He didn't speak, and I didn't bother to talk to him.He closed the door and I staggered to the front and sat down.looking out the window.

My companions were still in the huge field, and no other sounds seemed to draw them out.

There were footsteps behind me, and I walked to the seat on the other side of the aisle and sat down.

He hugged his knees and put his feet on the chair. Considering his height, this posture is actually a bit strange. I just glanced at him and then slowly fixed my gaze on the back of the chair in front of me.

I heard him speak slowly, as if he was afraid that I would not understand, speaking very slowly.

"If you go with them, you won't come back, will you?"

Yes, we don’t need a so-called home, and there is no need to go back to places without food, and wherever we go, either we die, or the food dies and is eaten up by us.

"……can you speak?"

If you can't understand our pooches and howls, then I guess the answer is no.

"...Why didn't you bite me?"

"William, why won't you bite me?"

What does he want me to answer?Wish I said I knew him?I remember him?Am I completely incapable of thinking?I just want most of the brain to eat?

These are too complicated, I can't speak, I can't answer him.

But I did remember another thing.

My eyes lit up, oh no, my eyes are very dirty, they can't shine anymore.

Anyway, I turned to look at him, and poked my finger at the gunshot wound in my ribs.

Oops... I poked it too accurately and got some black stuff on my fingers.

I was a little depressed, carefully raised my finger, and poked my brow again.

Damn it!How can I poke the top of my skin every time!

Feeling that little moist feeling between my brows, I think my face will be funny now.

who cares.If you dare to laugh, kill him.

Then I faced him and shook my head.

He pointed to his mouth again.This time, I missed the teeth, and I continued to shake my head.

I think what I explained should be clear.

His eyes were sparkling again, he pursed his lips and said, "You mean, because I didn't kill you, you don't want to eat me?"

not bad.I also want to have bright eyes, as if I can talk.

But now I can only nod.

He looked at me with wide eyes: "Then can the rest of you do the same?"

I shook my head as if I didn't know.

But his expression darkened, as if he understood my meaning as "they can't be like me."

Physical expression is too limited after all.

I don't know how to tell him he's wrong, and I actually don't know if he's wrong, but I can't explain it anyway, and I don't bother.

The sun has fully appeared on the horizon.

My companions stood in the open field, their shadows were drawn out for a long time, and their bodies were covered with a layer of golden light.

It doesn't look hopelessly ugly, either.

TBC.