This zombie is indeed interested in me.

Wherever I go, it follows.

Lives are at stake.

He roared at me: "Heh, heh--"

But the voice in my heart says: [You haven't eaten for several days, so I'll go catch someone for you to eat.]

I immediately showed a frightened expression, and the thought of that scene made my scalp tingle.

Help!

I'm Lin Qiuchiu, even if I starve to death, I won't take a bite of human flesh by jumping off from here!

I quickly hid in my house.

Not long after, there were "bang bang" knocking sounds on the door.

Through the peephole, I saw a pair of grey-white eyeballs with bloodshot veins.

I stepped back abruptly.

"Heh, heh."

[Time to eat.]

I almost collapsed, so I didn't dare to open the door and shouted directly outside: "I won't eat people!"

After shouting, I regretted it.

He's just a zombie without self-awareness. How could he understand human language?

However, through the peephole, the little zombie tilted its head and its eyeballs rotated.

There was still a lot of blood on its face, and it seemed extremely puzzled.

Why not eat human flesh when it tastes so good?

"Heh, heh, heh."

[Not eating... will feel uncomfortable.]

I paused for two seconds and opened the door.

The little zombie saw me, and its gray-green eyes seemed to emit a faint light.

Its facial muscles, stiffly pulling at the corners of its mouth, trying to make a smiling expression.

It looked a bit ugly.

But why is this little zombie different from the others?

I continued to try to communicate with him.

"These are people."

Suppressing my disgust, I pointed at the arm he brought and waved my hand, trying to explain to him, "I don't eat human flesh!"

The little zombie seemed contemplative, slowly blinking its eyes.

Then it stiffly moved, leaving in the same manner it came.

That night, I saw a freshly killed chicken at the doorstep, and a pair of shining eyes looking at me, as if seeking praise.

I hesitated and gave him a thumbs up: "...Great?"

"Heh, heh!"

[Ha, ha!]