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Hello everyone!!

It comes in a red font to make it look a little scary, haha.

This is my second novel. It's a short story about zombies.

I composed it because of personal preference, haha.

I see a lot of people starting to decorate in this style. So I want to try it.

It's a really short story. Because I composed it on my mobile phone.

There may be some language that isn't very pretty. Or are there some typos?

I apologize here. Haha ><

Thank you to everyone who came to read.

If you have any compliments or criticisms, please feel free to comment.

I will listen to every opinion. Yay! ><

Thank you for the icon images from the series.

The Walking dead

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I look out the window I know that I shouldn't have done it because it was during class time. But it can't be helped. No matter how good a student is, there will always be times when he gets distracted and looks at things other than the board.

My eyes were fixed on the large park next to the school. Look at the people passing by. Because it was daytime, there weren't many people walking. I shook my shoulders without much interest. Decided to continue facing the board.

Suddenly, I felt something unusual and turned back towards the park without even looking at the board. Even though my school building is next to the garden, because I study on the top floor, I have to squint. I saw a man In company work clothes Can't guess age He was chasing after a girl wearing a school uniform.

At first glance, I thought that the girl must have secretly skipped school and gotten caught by her father or guardian. But there was something strange about it that I didn't think was just about catching my daughter running away from school. Why did their running style look like they were running so obliviously?

That man had caught her. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her into a hug. Not sure if it's a hug or not.. But the woman in the school uniform struggled as hard as she could. Strangely, I thought I heard her screams carried on the wind.

The man buried his face in her shoulder in a snug manner. I gasped. This was an obscene act in the middle of a public place. About 4-5 people in the area stopped walking and stood looking at each other from a distance. The second I was about to call out to the teacher to show him what was happening. His eyes saw something.

A dark red liquid or something oozed from the girl's shoulder. Right where the man was hiding. Is that him biting? The people in the area began to look restless. Some people turned their heads and arched their bodies like they were vomiting. The man raised his head as if someone had snatched his head. There was something in his mouth.

The girl screamed and fell down. Is that red liquid blood?

The bloody show isn't over yet. My eyes widened when I saw a company employee sit down next to the girl and start visibly biting her in a pool of blood. People in the area screamed out. Someone distracting him from the dead girl in front of him was the one who was screaming instead. He chased again. The others scattered.

Everyone ran in different directions. Leaving the girl lying there in a pool of blood. I don't even know if she's dead yet..

I sat frozen. My stomach is upset. Not a word of what the teacher taught entered my head. I stared at her corpse. His hands gripped the hem of his skirt so tightly that he thought it was starting to get wet from sweat. I had never felt so sorry for choosing to sit next to the window before. The vomiting sensation, like food poisoning, brought tears to my eyes.

Suddenly I felt a touch. My right hand was held. I turned to look at the person next to me. Looking at my best friend with tears in my eyes

“Did you see that?” asked Ginger, my closest friend. His expression looked very frightened. I expected it to see everything as I saw it.

I nodded, speechless. Maybe I'm dreaming I must have secretly fallen asleep during class.

The ginger poked my arm again, causing me to flinch and realize that this wasn't all a dream. His trembling finger pointed out the window. I looked in the direction it pointed. Ginger pointed at the corpse. Something has changed. I stared in fear again.

The corpse was lying in the same position. I don't know if it's actually a corpse or not. I noticed something unusual. Her body convulsed. Her squirming stopped for a few seconds and suddenly she sat up. The white shirt was dyed until it turned dark red. After a while it would turn dark brown. She stood up, one shoulder looking gaping.

Thick blood that was not watery flowed from the wound. She stood still before running and disappearing as if she had found prey. All that was left was a large pool of blood, as if someone had splashed paint on it.

"I see.. I see clearly.." I turned to Ginger. Tears welled up again. We looked at each other with strange expressions of disgust. If it were normal times, he would probably burst out laughing. But not this time Tears streamed down both of our cheeks.

"Nam Ginger," a strange voice called from the table behind me, causing me to turn around and look at Ginger as well. We saw four other roommates sitting at the table next to the window. We sit together as a couple. There are three pairs in the window row. I sit in the front That made me see the expressions of the remaining four friends.

Everyone has the same condition as me and Ginger..

“You see, right?” I asked, barely waiting for an answer. A female friend at the last table immediately let out a gasp..