415 days after the outbreak of the zombie virus.

Cellphone signals have been fully restored, and the official announcement has been made nationwide that all zombies have been eradicated.

And there are camouflage-clad brothers maintaining public order in various areas.

Everyone can safely go out now.

Looking at this announcement, tears welled up in my eyes. It's finally over.

After more than a year, I stepped out of the door for the first time. The sunlight outside is so beautiful.

Extra

When I participated in post-disaster reconstruction, I met a college student.

The college student is talkative, maybe because he has been bored for a long time, he kept talking to me.

He talked about various things, and I usually responded casually.

Until he told me about the most miserable person he had seen, who was driving a Land Rover. That day, the person's car was surrounded by a group of zombies. The zombies pounced on the car, smashed it, and then devoured the person inside.

The college student clicked his tongue and said, "That uncle was really miserable. He was literally torn apart, without even a chance to become a zombie. He screamed so miserably."

When he mentioned the middle-aged man in the Land Rover, my hand paused while cooking, and then I asked about the license plate number of the Land Rover.

The college student was happy that I picked up his topic and continued to talk non-stop. "It's been so long, I really don't remember the license plate number, but I remember what the man looked like."

"He was chubby, well-mannered, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses."

I just responded with an "Oh" and didn't ask any further.

The college student asked if I knew that person.

I shook my head and whispered, "No, just a stranger."