stories written for you

six months later.

Without the control of Monokuma, this is the first time people have experienced what it is like to expel zombies that really wander aimlessly.

They have extremely poor eyesight, move slowly, do not move in groups, and occasionally see each other killing each other.Their sense of touch is also not very aesthetic, and they can only distinguish humans by relying on a small sense of smell.

Even if you get bitten, it doesn't matter. Today's vaccines have a 90.00% cure rate of [-]% within twelve hours. If you really encounter that [-]% chance, you can only say that you are unlucky.

Hitting this kind of zombie is like hitting a wooden stake. T can wipe out one piece after pulling the milk and adding it, and even Zuo Tian and Yi can hit ten at a time.Koizumi Mahiru said with a sigh.

Qihai Qianqiu pressed the game button and said without raising her head, "Can't that big white goose hit a hundred?"

Zuo Tianheyi, who has been reduced to a combat unit: "..." You are enough!Really enough!

Zongfang Jingsuke lost two right-hand men, maybe they were just friends, maybe there was his lover among them, maybe the time with the three of them was also very happy, but he still shouldered the responsibility of being the boss of the R country's revival government, directing and supporting All those who survived the disaster move forward.

It is said that he lost an eye in the follow-up war, and he carried two Japanese swords all day long. The overall aesthetic completely inherited the gay feeling of his male best friend gay. The future agency also voted for this, betting on this The head of an agency likes female friends or male friends.

Later, Bian Gu Shan Peizi's body was cremated, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko had his eyes stitched up, and he stayed in his room with the urn for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.On the third day, he came out of there with a blindfold on his left eye and was actively engaged in the rebuilding process.

He didn't look for death, he said that Peizi would not want him to do so.

Oh, and Naoi Asahina, the person in charge of logistics and diplomacy, her best friend Sakura, the absolute main force of the battle was seriously injured and fell into a vegetative state, and she may never wake up again, she still smiled strongly.

They have lost too much, too much that should not be lost.

The Sri Lankan is dead, but life is always going on.

Nagito Komaeda is a writer.

Before the apocalypse, he had written several best-selling books and held many signings, so his popularity was not bad.

It's just that after so many years in the last days, it's too late for everyone to be busy rebuilding, and they have long forgotten that he is such a small writer.

In the apocalypse, he learned a good marksmanship, learned strength, joy, chasing and giving up, and talked about a love that ended without a problem.

Those agreements and oaths were all buried underground together with that person.

As a writer, his only remembrance is to record their past one by one, and write a story for that person.

He put down the pen, carefully clamped the bookmark, closed the notebook, turned off the desk lamp, turned the office chair half a circle, stood up, and walked to the window sill.

The setting sun outside the window was just right, dyeing half of the sky red, and the clouds were floating.

The light-colored curtains are gently blown by the wind.

A snow-white bird crossed his field of vision, and then flew into the distance.

The voice and appearance of the old man in his memory is vague, and he occasionally sees hallucinations, that person is standing against the light and smiling at him not far away, his strange-colored pupils are full of intimacy.

He intends to indulge in a false dream of drunkenness and dream until the day he dies.

Have a dream that will never change until death.

"Hello, Komaeda, are you there?"

"...Nine-headed dragon? What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow... let's go visit the grave."

"..."

"Komaeda?"

"……it is good."

And this dream will eventually wake up.

In the seven years of the last days, they lost too many partners.

There were so many victims that the names of the combatants whose bodies could not be found and whose families could be contacted were engraved on the monument to mourn their sacrifices; those who could be found were buried on a back hill full of flowers and plants.

The tomb of Biangu Shanpeizi, like all the victims of the Fourteenth Branch, is on the north slope of the cemetery.The fourteenth branch has few people, and only one row is arranged, so it is very convenient to find them.

Nine-headed dragon Fuyuhiko didn't bring anything, just stood in front of Biangu Shan Peizi's grave with his head bowed.

"... Peizi, she doesn't like fancy things." Nine-headed Dragon Fuyuhiko's voice was a little choked up, "She shouldn't blame me, right?"

"Of course not." Komaeda Nagito said softly.

She loves you so much, how can she bear to blame you.

Komaeda Nagito came to Hinata So's grave with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

The man in the black and white photo smiled as before.

He put down the bouquet and looked down calmly.

Only calm.

"...remember when I said I was going to write a book about the end times?" he said, "I changed my mind, I'm going to write your biography.

"...I titled it... A Story For You.

"I will record everything and no one will forget you.

"I still have a long, long time in my life." He said, "I will travel the world on your behalf and record everything I have experienced.

"You'll be watching me, won't you?"

"Then do I have the honor to accompany you to the end?"

Komaeda Nagito turned his head abruptly.

The boy with different pupils stood not far away, his eyes were gentle.

Finish

The author has something to say:

There may be a few extra episodes, which will be updated from time to time =w=

This article is really long (paralyzed). At first, I thought it was just a [-]-word brain hole (.) My talkativeness is really hopeless

Thank you guys for walking with me all the way!If it weren't for that landmine, I probably wouldn't have the courage to update to the end... I will give you a love =3=

And attach a piece of my own illustration_(:з」∠)_ The half-hour speed painting technique is very hot, please bear with me orz