Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita.

Mom died today.

Maybe it was yesterday, little Remy no longer remembers.

His memory was a little fuzzy, as if his head had been thrown into a drum washing machine with a washing and drying system, tumbled and then dried excessively.

All kinds of memory fragments were mixed together, so he just wanted to hit the wall to end it all.

In the last impression, my mother rushed towards me and bit her neck hard.

He called out to his mother loudly, but all he got in return was to bite harder.

Little Remy didn't know when he became like a dish on a plate, and his mother couldn't put it down so much.

He clearly remembered that his mother was a vegetarian.

Even when I eat my favorite chicken drumsticks, I am afraid that I only have one-tenth of the energy.

Everything after that was blurred, and he only remembered struggling very hard, as if he accidentally knocked his mother's head on one side.

But the mother's bite hurts too much. Little Remy doesn't know why she always smiles and calls herself to stop playing. How can her mother, who is supposed to have dinner, become so cruel and tyrannical.

So he had to resist.

In his impression, except when his mother was arguing with his father, she would be like a crazy woman who was sloppy, and she was always very kind to himself.

Little Remy remembered well that her mother never kept those hysterical sides to herself.

"Grumble rumble."

There was a feeling of hunger in his stomach, and little Remy wanted to get up from the ground.

He opened his eyes, not knowing why the whole world suddenly became monochrome, leaving only darker red and lighter red to distinguish black and white.

The floor was sticky, and even when he got up from the ground, the skin on his face seemed to be torn off.

Little Remy hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch his cheek. There should have been a bumpy feeling there, but he could only vaguely feel that there was something there.

He took down the hand that was just stretched out, and it was covered with dark red blood, which shocked little Remy.

This is a terrible injury!
But um...why doesn't it hurt?

He felt that his head was slowly, even beginning to forget that he had just checked the injury on his face.

Because of the stronger hunger, it has already occupied little Remy's head uncontrollably.

He really wants to eat something, preferably meat, fresh meat with blood, chew the muscle fibers, and suck the sweet red juice
God, how could I have such a horrible idea? !
He staggered to his feet, recalling the location of the kitchen at home.

He tried to call his mother, but he only heard some babbling and roaring.

I'm afraid. Is there something wrong with my ears?This is really a serious illness.

Wait for something to eat. Be sure to see a doctor quickly.

When Little Remy came to the kitchen, he saw a mess of kitchen utensils, as well as those oil stains and stains that hadn't been wiped off in time.

My mother has always been a clean person. When she sees such a kitchen, she will probably lose her temper.

Little Remy didn't know why he had this idea suddenly.

But the bigger problem now is that there is nothing to eat.

Those green vegetable leaves and cauliflower clappers are usually things he hates to eat, although his mother always tells him to eat more, and the nutrition must be balanced.

Little Remy ignored these unpalatable things and walked to the refrigerator.

It hides my previous favorite ice cream and big chicken drumsticks.

You can't steal ice cream, because you will be beaten by your mother.

He often saw his mother take out the chicken legs in the kitchen, and then put them in the pot after a while to make fragrant and tender chicken legs.

Now the ice cream doesn't seem to be so attractive, and little Remy wants to eat that chicken leg.

The drawers of the freezer were torn apart by little Remy, as usual, she would definitely be scolded by her mother, but now
Little Remy glanced at his mother's room again, it was quiet there, where he was finally bitten.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he finally found the packaging bag he had dreamed of, with three words "fresh chicken legs" written on it.

The intense hunger was about to drive him crazy, he took out a chicken leg from it, and without thinking about any other thoughts, he bit down hard.

Huh?
He vaguely felt that his mouth seemed to have touched something hard, and the expected sound of the meat being chewed and bitten did not happen.

Looking down, there were a few of his own teeth embedded in the chicken leg, as well as dark red blood.

But the chicken leg was still intact, as if it was made of iron.

Only then did he realize that the chicken leg was frozen and hadn't thawed yet.

And why are you eating chicken legs raw?Shouldn't chicken legs be eaten after cooking?
Messy thoughts flashed through his mind, Little Remy took out all the chicken legs from the chicken leg packaging bag and placed them where the sunlight came in from the kitchen window.

Line them up like soldiers on his review, and soon he will have something to eat, which makes him a little happy.

Little Remy walked out of the kitchen, as if he had done something wrong.

After all, he didn't clean up the kitchen, and he even wanted to steal the chicken legs from the refrigerator.

He glanced at his mother's room again, then tiptoed to the door of the room.

There were shocking bloodstains on the door, and it was unknown whose blood it was.

Little Remy turned his head and touched the gap in his neck. He felt his head was shaking, so he had to support his head again.

"Mother.?"

He walked into the room, wanting to call the familiar and gentle woman inside.

But when he saw the tragic appearance inside, his mother stopped moving.

Her skin was gray, and her head and neck were almost completely displaced, and a pair of scissors was stuck in that skull.

She glared angrily, maintaining the look of biting herself at the end.

Mother probably might indeed have died.

Little Remy felt an unspeakable sadness just now, he should have felt scared.

Because my mother's death is scarier than the horror movies on TV, and my mother never lets me watch those, but I still like to watch them secretly, and then shrink into the sofa in fright.

But that's mom.

Little Remy shook his head, and walked out of the room step by step, feeling that his pace seemed to slow down again.

He walked slowly to the kitchen again. The chicken legs melted a little from the freezer, and a stream of blood flowed down the edge of the kitchen countertop and onto the floor.

The deadly scent and color made Little Remy's eyes widen.

He swallowed hard, although he didn't know if he still had this ability.

The blood was like the red envelopes given to him by relatives who came to the house during the Chinese New Year, so he couldn't move his eyes anymore.

Looking at the ice balls left on the chicken legs, slowly melting and adding to the blood, little Remy couldn't bear it anymore.

There was a sharp chewing sound from the kitchen.

The chicken legs were still a bit hard, but they were barely edible. The fresh and sweet juice poured into Little Remy's throat along with the raw and frozen minced meat.

He feels that he is happy at this moment.

Except for the fact that I accidentally ate the bone of the chicken leg.

"Clang!"

Little Remy suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering. It seemed that some unknown change had taken place in his body, making him extremely sensitive to sound.

When he walked into the living room, he saw a little girl in a pink dress who had turned in through the window.

This is the second floor. I'm afraid she crawled in.

She was dirty with blood stains on her body, carrying a small brown leather schoolbag, and looked at herself with fearful eyes.

"Don't come here!!!"

The little girl didn't know what to use as a weapon, so she had to raise her schoolbag in front of her.

Little Remy tilted his head, not understanding why girls should be afraid of him.

"Uh. (Which school did you study in)?"

He tried to ask, but the little girl trembled the moment she heard his voice.

This time, Little Remy also realized that something was wrong. There should be no problem with his ears, because he can understand the little girl's words, so there should be something wrong with his throat?
It's a terrible disease
"Ouch. (I'm sorry I seem to be sick)"

He wanted to say something again, but found that he couldn't speak human language at all, which made him a little anxious.

He stepped forward, intending to help the girl who fell on the ground in the glass shards, but the girl was so frightened that she screamed and ran towards the room.

"Uh uh (come back, that's my mom's room)"

He followed, wanting to stop the girl, he didn't want the girl to see his mother's tragic death.

Sure enough, when he reached the door of the room, the girl was so frightened that she fainted on the ground.

I'm afraid the appearance in the room had a more severe impact on her.

Little Remy shook his head, hugged the girl to rest on the sofa, and dusk fell soon.

When the girl woke up again, she saw little Remy sitting beside her, looking at her motionless.

"what!!!!!"

She screamed again and almost fainted again.

It can be seen that little Remy did not attack him, nor did he open his stinky mouth to bite him.

She showed doubts in her eyes, looked at little Remy carefully, and then said softly and tenderly:
"You won't eat me?"

Little Remy finally made a move. He tilted his head and said.

"Uh uh uh? (Why should I eat you?)"

"I do not understand what you're saying."

The little girl shook her head at him, as if because little Remy spoke and smelled the foul breath from his mouth, she couldn't help but sit a little further away.

Little Remy looked at the little girl, and suddenly realized that he did have an impulse.

I want to tear her apart, bite her flesh, and suck her blood, especially since she looks so small, the meat must be very delicious. Stop! ! !
Little Remy quickly covered his head and stopped his terrible thoughts.

"puff!"

Seeing Little Remy's clumsy appearance, the little girl couldn't help laughing.

Little Remy seemed to suddenly remember something, opened the small drawer of the coffee table in the living room, and dug out his own snacks from it.

Handed it to the little girl, and babbled a few more words.

"Is this for me?"

The girl looked at the snack package handed over by that dirty hand, and the hunger drove her to take it.

Little Remy has learned now, he no longer speaks, but nods directly.

"Thank you!"

The little girl no longer cared so much, she opened the package of snacks and started to eat. It seemed that she was really hungry.

For the next few days, little Remy ate chicken legs from the refrigerator.

He only ate one stick a day, and he wanted to eat it slowly, otherwise he would eat it up soon.

The little girl also stayed in this temporarily safe little room, eating the snacks left by little Remy.

Little Remy knew that he couldn't communicate with the little girl, so he just silently searched for more snacks for the little girl in the room.

He didn't know why he was no longer interested in these snacks, did he grow up?
But as time passed, the chicken legs in the refrigerator were gone, and Little Remy's snacks were also gone.

The two of them sat in the living room, hungry and dejected, neither of them spoke.

The little girl was so hungry that she had no strength left, but little Remy still had strength, and he was looking at the little girl with an inexplicable look.

Little Remy felt something churning in his heart, and he was about to be unable to suppress it.

He felt that something in his stomach was tickling him, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He felt that as long as he opened his mouth, it seemed that a hand would come out of it.

He stood up and walked in front of the girl, seeing her tightly closed eyes and eyelashes, as if he was saving his energy.

Stretching out his hand, wanting to do something, and then paused in mid-air, little Remy was trying to control himself.

"what's wrong?"

The little girl suddenly opened one eye, but she didn't have the strength to open the other.

"Uh uh."

Little Remy felt guilty for his thoughts, he hastily concealed it, walked over again, and continued to search through boxes and boxes.

"If you are very hungry, or you can eat me, brother zombie."

The little girl made a weak voice, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It seemed that she was not only hungry, but also sick.

When little Remy heard the little girl's words, he paused with a limp foot, and then just pretended not to hear, and continued walking towards the house.

When he came back, he took an expired lollipop he found out and stood in front of the girl.

"Clap."

The lollipop fell to the ground.

The little girl couldn't breathe anymore, and her weak body finally couldn't support it anymore.

Little Remy felt endlessly lost, and what awaited him next might be a longer loneliness.

He was a little tired and leaned on the sofa, next to the little girl's body, and picked up the lollipop that had just fallen on the ground with his hand.

When it fell to the ground just now, it was broken into several pieces, but fortunately, it was still supported by the wrapping paper.

He struggled to peel off the wrapping paper, threw the broken pieces of lollipop into his mouth, and threw away the plastic stick.

The candy had no taste in his mouth, only a foreign body sensation.

It was originally his favorite flavor.

Little Remy was disappointed in everything, he wanted to cry, and wanted to return to his mother's arms for a while.

But mom is dead now too.

He remembered the pair of scissors on his mother's head in the room, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes, he swallowed a few lollipops that were like broken glass, and barely supported himself.

He wants to get the pair of scissors in the room, and then.
"Uh uh (Zombie brother)"

Little Remy froze suddenly. Looking back at the little girl's body, she found that her skin had also turned blue-gray at some point.

She opened the other eye that had not been opened before, and she no longer looked weak.

"Uh uh uh...? (Shall we go on an adventure together?)"

She sat up and took Remy's hand.

The breeze opened the curtains, letting the setting sun shine on the two of them.

It shines on the hands that are holding together.