When no one went to the suburbs anymore, I suddenly felt a strong sense of loss.

I'm not human anymore.

I'm a zombie.

Even if I still long for the human living environment, I am destined to have no contact with them.

But when I saw the last military vehicle speeding past me, the people inside looked at me with terror.

A stone hit me.

Their eyes were filled with disgust for zombies, not the kindness they showed to humans.

It hurt my heart.

A feeling of grievance filled my chest, and I muttered softly:

"Damn it! I helped you divert the zombies! You brat, you threw a stone at me!!"

If it was before, I would have already collapsed into tears.

But now, I have become a zombie, and even the muscles on my face have stiffened.

No matter how much I want to cry, tears won't come out.

The little zombie saw me being hit and bared its white teeth at those people.

The child on the military truck was startled.

I didn't have time to think, I ran towards them frantically.

My expression was not pretty, even twisted and eerie.

Perhaps this is the last group of humans.

I can't leave City A anymore, and I have permanently separated from the human society.

Although it was my own choice, my own kind is right in front of me.

Getting farther and farther away from me.

If I miss this time, maybe I really have to live with the zombies.

But now they can't speak.

The voices I hear cannot replace the sound of humans.

People are social animals.

Zombies that retain human consciousness are also social animals.

I'm very reluctant and sad, but the people in the vehicle were frightened, as if they were in the movie Train to Busan!

The people on the military truck saw a zombie chasing after their vehicle.

Its movements were more agile than other zombies, and their faces changed in fear.

The one carrying a child quickly covered the child's eyes.

"Damn it! Why is this zombie running so fast!"

"Mom, this zombie is really scary. Why is she running so fast?"

Because she saw food.

That's what everyone thought.

Suddenly, a little girl pointed at the running zombie through the crowd and said:

"Mommy, that zombie is so pitiful, she's crying!"

"Silly child, you must have mistaken it. Zombies are not human, how can they cry?"

"But...this is the cleanest zombie I've ever seen..."

Dust filled the air as I stood there watching the military truck leaving City A.

That speed was beyond my reach.

The little zombie, who knows when he started running with me, is now behind me.

He gently tugged at my clothes, with a low, hoarse voice:

"Sister, I will always accompany you."

I slapped his hand away, saying, "If you are accompanying me, just accompany me. Why are you pinching my face!?"

"Sister's face is soft and fragrant."

I pretended not to see him, but I wiped away the tears on my face, and thought in terror:

Damn it, could this little zombie get hungry and bite me unconscious later?