The man shone carefully, holding a pistol in one hand and a lantern in the other.
“Lash Lash,”
the man called the dog by its name, anxiously.
Then a faint whimper was heard from afar. The
man chased after the sound. The
dog was scratching its claws at a large, chained refrigerator. The man looked around
. It was just him and the dog.
Do
you
have any dog chews you like?”
For an instant, the man’s expression hardened like stone.
A faint moaning sound came from inside the refrigerator.
The man who had been wary of thinking it was a zombie carefully put his ear to the refrigerator.
“I want to live….”
“A person?”
The man reached out his hand toward the chain on the refrigerator. The complicated chain was not easily undone. But the man did not
give up and clung to the chain, pouring himself into sweat.
The
dog
was
watching the man
with loyal eyes .
Trembling!
Surprised by the sudden attack, the man hurriedly grabbed a lantern and handgun.
But at the same time, a dull shock hit the man’s chest.
The lantern he was holding in his hand spun around on the floor.
– Kyaaak! Kyaaaagh!
The man’s frightened eyes reflected the face of a female zombie who was about to crush and bite him.
But they weren’t the only ones fighting.
“Keep it!”
the dog’s scream came from right next to it.
“No!”
A rage greater than fear seized the man.
The man roared, thrusting a pistol into the female zombie’s jaw and pulling the trigger.
With a ‘bang’ sound, chilled blood splattered on the man’s face.
The man picked up a rolling lantern on the floor and shone it.
I saw a stout male zombie and a dog biting each other’s neck.
“Lash!”
It was the zombie, not the dog, who turned his head at the man’s call .
-Kreukreuk!
The
black eyes that had nothing
on were turned towards the man.
The man cried out and pulled the trigger.
bang! bang! bang!
dump!
The body of the zombie, whose head was pierced like a beehive, collapsed.
“Huh! lassie! Lassie!”
the man sobbed, burying his face in the bloody dog’s fur. Moments later
, the man jumped up
from his seat and
pulled the trigger of his pistol at the chain tied to the refrigerator.
It was a skinny, blond girl.
The eyes of
the child, red and bloodshot
like a wild beast, were staring at the man as if they would kill him.
Anecdotal. It’s complete, but it’s serialized for personal reasons (4)
What is this child? A human? Or a zombie?
But
the man’s thoughts didn’t last long
.
With an angry scream, the child pounced on the man. The hand holding the lantern was stained with blood.
The man screamed and tried to separate the child, but the child did not even move.
Zombie
Zombie!
Instantly, the image of the wife who became a monster and the child eaten by her overlapped in the man’s mind.
Uncontrollable
fear
came
.
Clap clap clap!
He frantically pulled the trigger on his pistol, but only a hollow rattling sound could be heard as he ran out of bullets while dealing with other zombies.
“Let go! I mean let go! You monster!”
The man, seized with fear and rage, grabbed the ax hung from his waist.
Quickly!
With the sound of the ax shattering his skull, drops of blood splattered on the man’s cheeks.
Unlike the cold blood of the zombies, it was so hot.
“Oh?”
Realizing the situation, the man’s face was stained with despair.
The child was human.
The fact that the child was locked in the refrigerator was a last resort to save the child from the parents who were infected with the zombie virus.
Tsutsutsutsu!
My sight has returned from the past to reality.
softly.
The man looked down like an angel at the sleeping child.
An ugly scar was reflected on the child’s forehead, revealed through the tangled hair.
The child did not die that day. However, it left indelible scars and aftereffects.
The man brushed the child’s hair to cover the wound and covered his face.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry……”
Along with sobs, the bear-like man’s shoulders trembled.
* * *
How much time has passed?
smart!
A knock was heard. The man’s eyes, which had been fast asleep, reacted sensitively and flashed open.
A man approached the door.
smart.
The knock was heard again.
The man undid the wire and opened the door slightly.
However, it was not the bride who was outside the door, but a freckled boy who looked a year or two younger than a child.
Is it because I peeked into the man’s past by linking it with my god’s eyes?
He could feel his heart beating.
It was the first time I saw a living child other than the accompanying child. After the world became like this, the first thing to be sacrificed was a child.
“Who are you?”
“I am Peter.”
“I didn’t ask for your name. What’s going on?”
“The priest said that the meal was ready and asked to escort his new friend to the dining room…”
Peter looked up at the man and the ax in his hand. The brown eyes were terrified.
“Okay. Take the lead.”
The man carried the sleeping child on his back and followed Peter as he walked hesitantly.
The child was not alone.
There were 11 children of that age in the restaurant that Peter guided.
“You’re welcome.”
The priest, wearing an apron, gave the man and child a seat.
“Sit down.”
The man hid his embarrassment and sat down on the chair. The priest looked back at the children sitting at the table and said, “Today, we
have prepared a special meal to commemorate the arrival of our precious guests after a long time. You can look forward to it.”
The priest first handed the cooking plate to the two.
The menu was instant soup, meatballs and biscuits.
Saliva flowed from the man’s mouth.
The children’s reactions were not very different. I stared at the man’s food that was placed first with bright eyes.
After passing the dishes to the other children, the priest sat at the head of the table.
“Then let’s pray for the Lord who gave us our daily bread today. Whose turn is it to memorize prayers today?” The
excited children’s reaction to that statement subsided like the ebb tide.
“Why is everyone like that?”
A child named Peter, who guided the man, said in a crawling voice.
“It was Judas’ turn, Father
.” Silence came again
.
The priest memorized a prayer.
The children held their hands together and bowed their heads. The man and child stiffly held their heads up watching what they did.
The prayer is over.
The priest smiled softly and told the children.
“Now let’s eat.”
There was a loud sound of spoons and forks being moved. But the man and child did not touch the food. The
man stared intently at the cooking plate.
The priest asked,
“You don’t like cooking?”
chuck. Instead of answering, the man placed the pistol at his waist on the table.
The gun was pointed at the bride. An unspoken threat that he would not let go if he acted nonsense.
The priest involuntarily swallowed his dry saliva.
Ignoring him, the man picked up a fork and began chewing slowly.
The children glanced at the man and the child next to him.
A mixture of fear of the stranger and curiosity about the child.
And a mysterious hostility mingled in the slightest.
After the meal, the children left the restaurant.
It also seemed to intentionally avoid men and children.
Only the bride, man and child were left in the restaurant.
The priest asked the man to the child while clearing the tableware. The man was feeding the child soup.
“Would you like some coffee?”
“No.”
“Then how about black tea?”
“That sounds luxurious. Enough water?”
The priest laughed and turned the faucet on the sink.
Clear water gushed out.
“It is groundwater drawn up from thousands of meters down. It’s clean water that’s okay to drink without stopping.”
“It’s a really nice place to live.”
“That’s right. There are angelic children, and it is truly a paradise.”
“Are you the only grown-up here?”
“Unfortunately, yes. I think meeting you was a revelation from the Lord. I want you to be a strong fence for the children with me.”
The man saw the priest and the cross hanging around his neck.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Who is Judas?”
The priest’s fingertips trembled slightly.
“He is one of the children here.
The bride crossed herself and shed tears.
The man stared into the bride’s eyes.
The man’s eyes were as wild as those of a beast and at the same time as deep as a bottomless riverbed.
The man got up from his seat.
“We’ll leave when the rain stops.”
The
man gripped the chain around the child’s neck.
* * *
But the heavy rain didn’t stop until another week later.
The man and the child were having their last dinner in a restaurant
.
