The corpse and his crap little zombie

Self-narration: Song Wenshu

My name is Song Wenshu, I am an actor, as you can see, I am in love with a zombie...

The first time I met him was at a mass grave in the suburbs.

As for me, I was kidnapped and sold into the theater, and finally escaped desperately. I ran back home full of hope, and happened to meet my mother who came out of the house. I stepped forward excitedly, but stopped when she saw me. I will never forget the look in her eyes.

She was terrified and looked at me with disgust...

She carefully protected my three-year-old brother, picked up the broom and told me to get out...

The stepfather also came out, but he didn't tell me to get out like my mother, but came to me with gentle whispers, eager to pull me into the house, but how could I forget that it was he who sold me into the theater... …

I broke free from the shackles, ran wildly, and came to the mass grave. I was so hungry that I couldn't move at all, and I didn't care. After all, I was still young and abandoned. In this world, it is impossible to survive.

At that time, my eyes were blinded by the sand and I couldn't see clearly. I just remember that when I was dying of starvation, someone took a sprout and stuffed it into my mouth. I heard him say, " Let's eat."

I was lying on the ground, unable to speak, let alone move, but I no longer wanted to live anymore, there was nothing in this world that I could care about.

I looked at the blurred person in front of me, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment, "You are very good-looking, and you are alive to wait for the person who loves you to come."

People who love me?Can I still have someone who loves me?

A large handful of tender grass was stuffed into his mouth.

"It will be found, because human beings are wonderful creatures."

He left later, and I slowly chewed on the tender grass and survived.

I went back to the theater and started my wait. Even though I was beaten harshly, I didn't leave.

Because, if I leave here, I will starve to death without food.

In the end, I became the top actor in the capital, no one will love me, can you love me?

I've been waiting, I've been waiting, you never came, are you lying to me?

I've thought about this question hundreds of times until the day I saw "you" on the street.

But beside "you", there are other people...

I approached "your" corpse guard. He was very smart and saw that I had other plans. In order to reassure him, I took a shot for him.

He's stupid enough to trust me after taking a shot for him.

He took "you" to the street, I pretended to meet by chance, and stood in front of "you", but "you" didn't recognize me? !

I have never seen your appearance, but the breath of "you" is exactly the same as when I was a child, and there is also a sense of horror like a corpse, I will never admit my mistake!

Since "you" has never loved me, then I will love "you".

I practiced more and more desperately, just because of the smile of "you" in the audience.

I spent days and nights preparing pastries for "you", and preparing tea for "you", but "you" never smiled or touched.

Gradually, I found that the dog next to "you" is really an eyesore...

I used the theater as a bet, communicated with outsiders, and finally caught the dog on the day of the mission. I told them that this is the legendary zombie!

It was such a joy to watch that dog be disemboweled!

I went to look for "you" in that broken house, but couldn't find it. I was excited for a moment, did "you" abandon him and come to my theater?

The answer is no.

In the next few months, "you" didn't show up, the dog ran out, I was pleasantly surprised that I could find "you", but when I arrived at the destination, I found that he jumped off the cliff.

Life turned into a stillness like stagnant water. When we met again, I was taken to the execution ground. "You" tasted tea in the flower house. I have done so much for "you". Can "you" love me?

And I saw the disgust in the mouth of "you".

I began to question, is "you" the you I met when I was a child?

No, maybe it's just that I'm not a woman.

I made a deal with Crystal, using my several reincarnations in exchange for one absolute woman.

I succeeded, and after thousands of years of burning in hellfire, I succeeded...

The world has fallen into the doomsday, and a zombie keeps following me.

I was just born again as a baby, abandoned in a house.

The crystal is engraved in my right arm, and I was raised by that zombie.

The most ridiculous thing is that I felt your breath on him, just when I thought you turned into a zombie, "you" appeared, with the dog of "you".

I can't bear it, why "you" still don't love me, I planned to kill him, but "you" reorganized the space at any cost.

This time I injected the crystal into the zombie's body, but the zombie actually wanted to resist me, so I injected it forcefully. Listening to his painful wailing, I felt a little flustered.

Sure enough, after controlling the zombie, he became more obedient.

In the harsh environment of the last days, I tried my best to maintain my beauty, and arranged a "dream" garden to welcome you.

"You" came, but still failed to fall in love with me, I really questioned, is "you" really you?

During the battle, I failed to control the zombie several times, but he still listened to my orders.

I don't want to believe it.

I am dead, I have loved vigorously for a lifetime and died...