When the zombie outbreak occurred, I was running a high fever in the dormitory.
At night, my ex-boyfriend, whom I had broken up with a month ago, sent a video:
"Zhou Zhou, you look so delicious."
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had drunk fake alcohol.
It wasn't until a zombie walked past him, treating him as if he were invisible.
It suddenly dawned on me—
He used to be the unrequited love I longed for.
Now, I am the mobile food he craves.
