Short Stories Before Bedtime

The little zombie is just 20 years old this year, and it is also No. [-] years since he opened his eyes again after his death and found himself a zombie.

"Ah~" The little zombie sat on his tomb basking in the moonlight, his chin propped on his livid little hands, looking at the sky from a sad angle of 45 degrees, and sighed.

The silvery moonlight scattered all over the place, and the summer night breeze blew over the somewhat bleak cemetery with the scorching heat of the day. Not far away, a dead branch-like hand emerged from a grave, and then, a bone The frame crawled out wrapped in a layer of skin, picked up the head that fell on the ground, patted the soil, pressed it on the neck, and walked to the side of the little zombie with a hunched waist. My eyes are gone."

"I'm sorry." The little zombie sighed, raised his foot, and continued to look sadly at the sky from a different angle.

The old bone frame picked up the eyes and blew his ashes, and looked at them as if looking at rare treasures, "Tsk, these bright eyes are as charming and deep as ever." After thinking about it, hey, it's not quite right, "I Aren't the eyes being held by me, how can I see my eyes."

I don't know where I saw the old bone frame and saw the little zombie looking at the distance with blurred eyes, and he clearly showed a smile that is not a smile, that is, the upper and lower rows of teeth are wider than talking, and said: "This is Miss your dad."

Hearing the word father, the little zombie glared at the old man angrily, and pouted, "He's not my father."

The old bone frame looked at the little zombie who looked at most eighteen or nineteen years old, and didn't understand why the doll who was well-behaved a second ago suddenly became angry, and said, "That's right, the boss is older than me, he should be called ancestor. "

The little zombie was even more frustrated, and said, "He is not my ancestor."

The empty eye sockets of the old bone frame express his doubtful emotions as much as possible. He has been dead for many years and sleeps most of the time. He really doesn't know what relationship in this world other than his wife and son can be good enough to share a coffin with others Yes, humbly ask: "Then what is he?"

The little zombie thought he should be blushing, although his face was livid, and outsiders couldn't see it at all. At this time, an aunt zombie wearing a turban crawled out, greeted the little zombie, saw the old skeleton next to him, and complained Said: "Didn't you tell us to wake up, why didn't you wake up so late." Then he opened his voice and roared: "Everyone is up, the moon is drying our ass."

The little zombie quickly covered its ears.

Like a mirror falling on the ground, the quiet environment was broken, and the zombies crawled out of the grave yawning in fours and fours.

"Oh my god, I feel like I just lay down, why is it already night, the time is really cruel, it's a killing knife."

"Ha~~ I'm so sleepy."

"The moon is so big tonight, it really basks in the sun."

"Yeah, yeah, I haven't put on sunscreen yet, I wonder if it will tan my beautiful blue skin, I'm afraid."

"..."

The old bone frame saw his old buddy coming, so he ran to his old buddy. There is a generation gap in three years. Sure enough, he couldn't chat with the current dolls, and he couldn't understand what they said.

Zombies ran out of the grave in twos and threes, chattering and making a fuss, like a market at night, very lively, although in the eyes of normal people, the little zombies continued to sit there, in the shape of a watchdog stone look at a certain point.

The old zombie is actually not old at all, his face is as handsome as a western vampire, and his skin is not as green as the zombie, but the healthy complexion that the dead yearn for. The reason why he is called the old zombie is because no one knows what he is After living for a long time, everyone felt that he was there when they woke up.

The grave of the little zombie is on the ancient tomb of the old zombie, because the old zombie has been dead for a long time, and the grave has long since disappeared. The Feng Shui master invited by the family of the little zombie saw that this is a treasured place of geomantic omen, so he buried his baby son He is here, and he is peaceful after death. I hope he will have a good birth in the next life. Unexpectedly, the feng shui treasure land did not allow the little zombie to be reincarnated and turned into a zombie.

When the little zombie just woke up, he found a group of inhumans around him. He almost went into shock again. Later, when he met an old zombie who looked like a normal human being, he pestered him every day. He ran to his coffin to sleep with him during the day, and half a step at night Not leaving and following, the old zombie would chase him away at first, but later acquiesced to his existence.

The old Mr. Zombie is really a good person, the little zombie thought, but he was too serious, how many beautiful female zombies would be stunned by such a handsome man when he laughed.

Later, in their cemetery, a very old zombie grandfather died. This death was really dead, and disappeared in the world. There was no such person anymore, and no one knew who he was.

"I've lived too long," said the old zombie grandpa.

In fact, most of the zombies have lived for so long that they have forgotten their own names. Even the youngest little zombie is over 200 years old. The little zombie was particularly clinging to the old zombie in those few months. I heard that the little zombie The old zombie is the longest-lived in this mound and even in all the zombie world. The little zombie is afraid that he will disappear so silently one day, so he devotes all his heart to the old zombie all day long.

The author has something to say:

I probably forgot what I was doing when I wrote this article, because I thought of such a short story when I was inspired a long time ago, I hope you can like it~~~