[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

What is the most important thing in this world?

For us, it's probably about eating.

It seems to be more important than life. Even if someone shoots at us, as long as we miss the head, we will continue to rush upwards. The smell of raw meat makes us want to stop, whether it is missing arms or broken legs, or the stomach is flowing. , as long as there is a complete head, the only pursuit is eating.

I can't remember a time when I could barely control my cravings to eat.

All I know is that if I lose control completely, the person sitting next to me right now won't have a heartbeat, and that pretty face is definitely not going to be this clean.

The seats in the first class can be folded flat, of course this guy gave me a fright when he did it, I thought I broke my waist so I fell backwards.

This terrible feeling made me subconsciously look at the person next to me. As a result, the person was lying on his side, with one hand wrapped around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder, and then he closed his eyes.

His eyes were black and blue, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Is it immoral to eat him while he sleeps?

I'm struggling with this kind of problem again... Morality and the like, it's obviously very boring.

I began to seriously recall whether I had done something unreasonable in the past two days, so God decided to throw a beautiful and complete living person next to me, and then repeated in my brain over and over again: "You can't Eat or not."

But I'm really, really hungry.

If I could cry, my eyes would be watery by now.

It's definitely not sad, it's just that tears seem to be such a purpose from so many brains I've eaten. Squeezing out a few drops can arouse the sympathy of others.

I didn't eat him, probably because he was crying at the time.

What kind of me did he know before?

He said my name, but I didn't remember it.

I suddenly remembered that there was a letter on my finger.

I slowly raised my hand, and saw a blue M on my blood-stained index finger... or W

This thing looks like a tattoo.

Why should I tattoo something on my body that I don't understand what it is...

"...that letter is W."

The voice from my shoulder was a little hoarse.

"Your English name is William, and the initials on your hand are capitalized, do you remember?"

...I don't remember, but there is a very familiar feeling.

The person next to me stretched out his hand steadily to cover my index finger.

The alarm bells are ringing in my mind. The people I have seen without weapons are also omnipotent. Some of them will use shelves or stones to deliberately break our arms and smash our jaws. We cannot arrest and we cannot bite.

He wouldn't want to do that to me, would he?

I stared at his neck, trying to strike first.

In the end, he simply shook hands with me.

To be precise, he held it down, but my fingers were a little stiff from him, and I couldn't turn back.

Sure enough, he was guarding against being caught by me.

He looked up at me, his eyes were a little confused, as if he hadn't woken up.

The voice was still hoarse.

"Are you still human?"

"..." Is there something wrong with this sentence?

"...if you weren't, why didn't you eat me?"

"..." I also wonder why.

"What do you look like?"

"..."

I moved my fingers slightly, he looked back, and I pulled my hand back.

He's too hot, if I'm so close to him, will I rot early?

So I sat up slowly and decided to stay away from him.

"Where are you going?" He also sat up, watching me staggering towards the door.

You are not blind, see for yourself.

I opened the hatch and when I closed it I saw him standing where he was.

I walked out of the plane slowly and went down the steps. Under the deserted moonlight, a dozen of my companions were scattered and standing in place. If there is a lullaby around, I think this picture must be better.

Anyway, it doesn't make any difference to me to stand and sit, I'd better be with the big team today.

As the morning approached, I unconsciously looked up at the window of the plane.

It was gray and nothing could be seen.

...is sleeping.

I was suddenly a little weirdly curious.

Will you sleep well?

Mind you I don't remember what it's like to sleep.

TBC.