love zombie

1. Black Prelude (Catch Bugs)...

I forgot the obsession with why I insisted on surviving thousands of years ago.

I forgot everything, who I was, including my name.

I feel numb from seeing my rotting face and body in the mirror every day, I keep hiding my ugliness...I'm so dirty, only the blood of rats, chickens and other livestock is suitable for a lowly creature like me...I Silently watching my beloved girl run away screaming because she saw my true face, was chased and killed by people from several villages, and kept running away, obviously I didn’t hurt them at all...Because I have no strength, I was rejected by my fellow clan, homeless But, I'm used to this kind of thing...

Perhaps these are the reasons why I sneaked into the merchant ship.

It is said that these ships will cross the mysterious ocean and reach another world.

People there have different skins, speak different languages, have different religions... I don't care...

I just long to go to a world where there will be someone who won't be afraid of my ugliness anymore. I hope someone, just one person... I hope he smiles at me... just one time... I want to be loved.

It's just a zombie, and I don't know why I'm so weird.

Expect the impossible.

Plague corpses and the blood of rats kept me going until I set foot on new lands.But... I found that I was almost dying.

I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a cemetery, leaning on a cross tombstone, and slowly sliding down.

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Gently, the sound of the children's chorus came to my ears accompanied by the sound of a musical instrument I had never heard before... That kind of notes reminded me of the spring water flowing continuously, washing the dirt of the soul.

Ah, so I can still hear the singing...

This melody is like coming from heaven...

Could it be that the zombies are about to die, and they will also be greeted by angels?

It was already night, and a little firefly flew over.

I can't help but raise my finger...

Only to find out that it was wrong!

It's not a finger anymore... The texture is like fresh blood, flowing down from the withered bones bit by bit, I immediately looked at my feet, it was the same, and the back was also, as long as it was against the things here, it melted!If this continues, I will immediately become a lifeless skeleton, no, I will lose all my bones, and my soul will be scattered...

What exactly is this? !It hurts so much... I still feel pain...

so sad……

why?

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Such a quick death may be the best relief.

Such an ugly and dirty me, disappearing into this world, the people who chased and killed me will definitely celebrate with their families.

But why do you want to cry so much?

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It's raining.

L.

Black night, black rain.

Like black tears from the corners of a zombie's eyes.

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Black umbrella, tall black earl hat, black windbreaker, white pleated neckline, black leather boots.

Step by step, a small figure came here, the black umbrella covered the icy rain for the fallen zombie, and the fingers wearing snow-white gloves touched the head that had almost turned into a skeleton.

After a while, he spoke.

Pure English.

"Brian, take him home."

(Brian, take him home.)

"But... master, itis adirty and smelly corpse! If the Milord knew it, he would scold you again!"

(But...Master, it is a dirty and smelly zombie, if the master finds out about this, he will blame you again!)

"Youdarenottoobeymyorders?" The boy spoke slowly and clearly.

(Dare you disobey my order?)

"No...I'm sorry, Ididn't mean that..."

(No... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that...)

Even though he was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, his aura was quite strong.

The boy indifferently helped the maid's hand to step on the carriage, and casually threw the gloves he had just used out of the window.

When I woke up again, I felt like I had really come to heaven.

Black and white, like a checkerboard floor, I lay on a warm blanket, a white velvet quilt wrapped around my body.The night wind was blowing the lavender curtains, I sat up slowly, and stared blankly at my fingers...

There is only a thin, dry texture with many holes left. Now I look like a mummy...

“You got to see burns by holy water.”

(You get badly burned by holy water.)

A childish voice came from the front, and it was only then that I noticed that there was a big bed. A boy in white pajamas was leaning on the head of the bed, looking at me lazily.

For a while, I didn't think about whether I could understand his words. The moonlight covered his body from the side, and his golden hair covered half of his eyes... I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but I felt like An ant in the dark, I have never seen such a beautiful creature... I just opened the parts of my eyes that can be called eyes, and stared at him obsessively...

"Don't worry, I have taken nitaway from your body. But, how strange you are...you are the first foolish corps who got that that are a by himself. You wanna suicide, right?"

(Don't worry, I've already drained the holy water from you. But, you're weird...you're the first silly zombie to go there by yourself. You want to kill yourself, don't you?)

At this time, he brushed off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked towards me step by step, his appearance was more and more clearly reflected in my mind...

Tilting his head, he was smiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, it was a kind of interesting smile.

The big azure blue eyes are half asleep, I have never seen such beautiful eyes...much more beautiful than the blue gemstones worn by princesses...

He is getting closer and closer to me!

Do not!

It was a conditioned reflex. I dodged backwards and hit the cold wall.

"Don't...don't come here!" My voice was hoarse and awkward like a spring.

"What? Don't be afraid of me."

(What? Don't be afraid of me.)

He crouched down in front of me, and held out his white-gloved fingers.

"Don't come here! I'm too dirty and horrible..."

I hid in a corner, the shadows would make me feel safe, I hugged my head, I couldn't see anything, it seemed that the world would no longer see my ugliness...

He stood up.

I can feel him standing very close, watching me, I feel scared, but there is a kind of anticipation in my heart... I don't know what it is...

Then he left.

The voice is faint.

"Ha...challenging."

(Haha... Really challenging.)

I don't know what he said.

But I knew he was smiling when he was talking.

I felt the heart that had been empty for thousands of years beating slowly, and secretly through my fingers, I saw his small back, pulling away the quilt and going to bed.

His voice is so soft, just like the sunshine he brought me to feel later, I have never experienced the sunshine carefully, so I never knew that the sunshine is so warm, so warm that it makes people cry.

The days that followed were times I will never forget.

We can't understand each other's language, but we can communicate through gestures. Gradually, I can also understand some of his simple words.

I just found out that he was a mage.

His name is Vincent.Originally named Vincy Van Leonard.The youngest young master of the Leonard family, and two older brothers.

The little one took my hand, one short and one tall, and came to the big forest. I began to appreciate every grass, every flower, every tree... In the depths of the forest, he and I leaned on each other On both sides of the ancient tree trunk, we didn't speak. As soon as we looked up, we could see the generous sunlight passing through the dense leaves, pouring down like golden spring water.

At this time, he would take out his thick magic book, study it carefully, read it clearly from time to time, write and draw on the paper with a pen in his right hand, and would laugh happily because he understood a small problem. He frowned and bit the tip of his pen in disbelief.

I don't bother him, I like to see him like this.

By the middle of the afternoon, he would get sleepy and start pecking at the rice.

I will help him put away the pen and book in his hand, get closer to him, and let his head rest on my shoulder.

Carefully lowering his head, he could clearly see his golden eyelashes... like golden butterfly wings, trembling slightly when dreaming... A light shadow was cast on his cheeks, and his soft golden hair was more delicate to the touch. Satin is more comfortable