I’m a zombie. I’m not as cool as the legend. It’s not like the vampires in the movie. I’m just a little zombie, and I can’t remember how old I am. I only know that it’s not just the grave robber who has disturbed my dream, I feel so hungry, and which grave robber naturally became my first meal, I haven’t forgotten which flavor until now.
I started my wandering in tattered clothes. I don’t know where I am. I use the blood of small animals to maintain my life every day. I dare not provoke it for big animals. I know that my broken body can’t stand the attack. No goal, no hope, just know that I am going to live. Some people say that zombies are lifeless. But I really feel the existence of my life. Although I have no consciousness in my body, I feel everything around me with my spirit. Only blood can stimulate my little taste.
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I don’t dare to approach the crowd, I’m afraid I’m scared, and I’m so curious, since the blood of a tomb thief has been tasted, the blood of humans has always fascinated me, But I know that if I approach someone, they will kill me unscrupulously. I know that this is the first time and the last time I drank human blood.
One day I couldn’t help but break into the place where humans live. If it’s too big to beat a child, I can still bully. With the slightest hope, I took advantage of the night and came to a farmer’s house. Under the window of the house. Through the paper window, I saw the little girl asleep in a small wooden bed. His parents were in another room. I carefully opened the window and climbed in. I came to the little girl’s bed and there was no light in the room. But I could see clearly. The little girl fell asleep peacefully, with a smile on her red face. I was fascinated by it, but I couldn’t care so much for myself. I looked down and suddenly The little girl cried, and I raised my head violently, and there was only one thought in my heart to run, run, but my broken body would disperse a little carelessly, the little girl’s mother came in and rubbed her sleepy eyes, she froze when she saw me What followed was howling like a beast. I was even more alarmed. The little girl woke up, but she didn’t cry and stared at me with big eyes. What I saw in her eyes was not panic but curiosity. She reached out her small hand to touch me. I took a step back and the man came in and took a big stick. I jumped up through the soft window paper with all my strength, and the man ran out afterwards, screaming, and the woman came out, holding the little girl, and crying, and the little girl looked at me with glaring eyes. The barking of men made the lights of many people’s homes, and also released dogs to bite me. I ran desperately to jump. I knew that if I stopped, I would become food for hungry dogs. In my eyes, I’m just a pile of bones that can run.