little zombie boy

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Content is mentioned

violence blood

The zombie awakens in a room filled with strange tools. Pointed objects of various sizes and strange shaped glassware, he tried to lift himself up from the bed in the center of the room to carefully survey his surroundings.

Just a moment.

The sound of something tearing sounded as the zombie's body collapsed onto the floor next to the bed. But no matter how many times he tried to get up, it was to no avail. Just trying to lift himself up, he fell down again, as if some parts of his body weren't working together normally. But that didn't dampen his curiosity. He crawled over to a table in the corner of the room with papers piled up all around.

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The zombie read the letters written on a piece of paper that had fallen on the ground. It can read, but it doesn't understand the meaning of what it reads. 'Could this mean our name?' the zombie thought, glancing at the other pieces of paper piled nearby. There may be a message that it understands.

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The door suddenly opened. The figure of a small boy appeared, staring at the creature in front of him in shock.

“You can walk!!” A child's clear shout shouted as he excitedly ran towards him.

“You can finally walk!” said the little boy, running around to inspect the strange sight. before gently poking it onto the sample's flesh While making an excited face before laughing and grabbing its hand.

"Now you can go play with me. Let's go play!" The little one tried to encourage the zombie to play too. So he tried to get up again. But it didn't work. It still fell to the ground.

"Mr! Your leg is missing,” the little boy said, pointing at the zombie's right leg. The stitches on the knee and thigh were slightly separated. But it was enough to make it unable to stand up on its own.

"Aren't you hurt?"

The zombie turned to look at his own legs. Switching with the little child, what is 'hurt'? He doesn't understand the meaning of this word. Is it the name of the food?

"...." It was about to answer the child's question. But no sound came out of his throat at all. Little boy waiting for an answer He tilted his head and looked suspiciously.

"Can't you talk?" The little boy's voice sounded visibly sad. While pretending to think about something

"But you heard me, right? If you understand or agree with what I'm saying, then do this," the little boy said, nodding his head up and down. The zombie did as the little figure taught him.

"very good! If you don't agree, then you do this.” The boy shook his head until his already messy hair was messier than it was before.

"And if you don't understand what I'm saying, what should you do? Oh, let's do it like this." The little boy tilted his head cutely.

“Okay, your leg, is it hurt?” The zombie who didn't understand the word 'hurt' tilted his head in response.

"Don't you understand? I asked if you were hurt. Do you feel anything here?” The little boy pointed at the zombie's leg before using both small hands to hold his own leg and writhing on the ground.

The zombie shook his head. He still didn't understand the meaning of this word. But he knew that he was not the way the little boy acted.

“But I feel so hurt. I'll just blow it. Then you'll get better." The little man pursed his lips. He blew out air on the torn zombie's leg before gently rubbing it like it was to cover a wound.

"Look, you're not hurt anymore. My mother said it was magic.” The little boy smiled as he rubbed the leg of the strange creature in front of him, but suddenly stopped as if he remembered something.

"I have a cure for you! I've seen my brother sew you. But I was still a child back then so you didn't let me interfere." The little man said with a sad face. "Do you trust me?"

The zombie tilted his head at the word 'trust'. The little boy thought hard. He didn't know how to explain the meaning of this word because he himself didn't understand it very well. But what things would an older child like him show that he doesn't know?

“This is a word that adults say. Now that I'm older I can tell you. It means you're my friend and I'm your friend." The older boy said, pointing at himself alternating with the zombie in front of him. before holding hands and swinging around for fun Even though the zombie doesn't understand the word 'friend'

But he didn't ask the child. He knew that 'friend' was probably a warm feeling that was arising within him right now. Even though there was nothing burning about it, it felt like it would like to be burned like this. The zombie wants to have many friends, friends who give him a warm feeling like the little child in front of him.

The atmosphere is full of happiness. Even the zombie doesn't know what happiness is. But he likes to live in this feeling. And hope it lasts forever.

After the boy sewed up the zombie's wound in pain, Even though the stitches came out strange, the little guy couldn't help but be proud of his handiwork.

“I want you to come back quickly. I will show off this to you. You must be happy,” the little boy said in a cheerful voice as he neatly put the various equipment back in their place.

“Oh, I'll show you off too. Because you are my friend.” The child's bright voice continued to chirp. Using both of his small hands, he hugged the large figure who was acting erratically.

“You are so big. Higher than the door You crouch like this and follow me.” The little figure slowly crouched down and walked forward. The zombie followed easily. Until the two of them were outside, which was filled with forests so high that they couldn't see the sky. The little boy led the zombie to his big house.

“These are all my toys. I don't have any friends because other people think I'm crazy. Parents don't want their children involved." The little boy looked sad. “But now I have you. You're my friend. We're friends now.” The sad tone from a moment ago was replaced by the same bright giggles.

The two hugged each other to show the friendship that had developed in such a short period of time. The undead zombie hugged the child back. He wanted the important friend in front of him to feel the same warmth he received from him.

In an instant, the cheerful laughter was replaced by silence. The child was motionless in the embrace of the zombie. He tried to shake his small body but it was no use. He didn't move and not a single sound could be heard from that small body.

So the zombie did as the little boy had treated its wounds. It blew air all over the child's body. But it's still not effective. So he hurriedly picked up the equipment that the little boy had used. Both the needle and thread gently sewed the child's body. Instead, a warm red liquid that he had never seen flowed out continuously.

Even though it does everything like a little child would. But nothing has changed. The little boy didn't open his eyes, didn't smile, and didn't laugh brightly like usual.

Misunderstanding of what is happening in front of us Make it gently place the baby on the white carpeted floor. before rushing out of the house to find someone to help Someone who would help the little boy like the little boy had helped him. Someone who can help the zombie's 'friend'

The zombie ran out in an unknown direction. until he was lost in a forest with no lights The high-pitched whistles of small animals that could be heard all around, mixed with the sobs of children, could be heard not far away. He followed the sound until he found a small hut. Looking in through the window, He saw a boy who looked younger than his own child, sitting alone with his arms hugging his knees and crying. So he walked to the front of the house. Open the door to ask for help.

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The door opened The boy looked up expectantly. But then he was shocked by the strange creature in front of him. It's not like the people in the village. It might be a monster that had to be killed by the prince to protect the princess. Seeing this, the boy immediately picked up his trusty wooden sword with trembling hands to protect himself.

But what the boy saw was not an attack or bullying like he thought. Because the tall monster was holding his legs with both hands and writhing on the ground as if in unbearable pain.

"Are you hurt?" The boy was shaking all over. But he couldn't stand seeing people hurt.

The zombie shook his head. and pointed to the outside It was trying to let the boy know that it wasn't him who was hurt but someone else out there. The boy followed the pointing finger and nodded to show that he understood.

“My father might be able to help,” the little figure said, lowering his wooden sword. But he still didn't dare get close to the creature in front of him. "My father is a doctor. I followed him into collecting herbs. But he never came back. When you opened the door, I thought my father had returned.” The boy's cheerful voice, but filled with disappointment, made the zombie feel sad in his heart. So it walked up to the boy, hoping to console him.

Suddenly, the door was opened by the boy's father. When he saw a huge monster in front of him approaching his son, He quickly rushed over and threw nearby objects, including a basket of medicinal herbs, at the disgusting creature in front of him. When you see that you can't do anything, So he rushed over to pick up some firewood and hit the animal hard in its right arm.

“Get out of here you disgusting bastard!! Get out!!” But even though he hurt Abuse and drive away It was still standing there looking at him, unfazed. before it slowly backed up and walked away.

The zombie didn't understand why being hit and spoken to loudly made him feel so bad. It felt like it was being squeezed inside the left side of my chest even though there was nothing there. Maybe they don't want to be friends with it because they don't trust it like the little child did? When I think of a little child He quickly shook off his feelings and went to find someone to help his friend.

The zombie walked to a place filled with lights and several houses. Many people walked around and talked, wanting to have fun. It's like a little child here. It looked bright and full of warm feelings. If the child were taller, It must be like this, and someone must definitely be able to find someone to help the little kid from here.

Thinking of this, he hurried towards the nearest person and made a pained expression as usual. But the person in front of him screamed loudly and ran away. The people around him who saw it were also shocked and afraid.

Soon, many people holding various kinds of long sticks stopped in front of the zombie. It saw that everyone was looking at it. So it will make a gesture for everyone to look at again. But his hand had not yet reached his knee. The sharp object flew towards the tall zombie. He was shocked and before he could even prepare, many objects hit him, causing a loud shout.

The image in front of the zombie overlapped with the image of the boy's father from just a moment ago, and the sound made him feel terrible. Even though he didn't understand it, he knew that this wasn't his place. No one here wants to be friends with him. So he ran out of the village where people didn't trust him. Go back to the little boy at home.

Upon arriving at a familiar house The zombie rushed towards the little boy. The carpet that was once white was now stained red and brown all over. The small body still lay still. He reached out his hand to the figure in front of him, hoping to caress and comfort him like the little boy had done to him.

Bang!

The sound of the door opening violently It appeared that the figure of a young man carrying a lot of things was half walking, half jumping cheerfully. But he stopped when he saw a strange creature.

“You…” the young man in front of him muttered as he tilted his head. Before slapping his face twice on the left and right cheeks, he rubbed his eyes, looking at the large figure in front of him in shock. He slowly walked towards the zombie, but suddenly dropped what he was holding and ran outside the house. Soon he returned with a cheerful expression on his face.

Cheerful like his little child in his adult body. This was probably the crazy older brother that the little boy had talked about.

"I succeeded! You wake up! I can do it!” He shouted louder than anyone else had ever spoken to him, but it didn't make the undead feel bad. On the contrary, it felt warm inside. Finally, there was another person who was ready to become friends with it.

The young man rushed over and excitedly admired his work. But he stopped when he saw his younger brother's body, which was initially obscured by the zombie. The younger brother lay motionless on the red-brown carpet, his small body in the middle of his body strangely bent and deformed. Including the stitches all over the body that were so vulgar and eerie and the dried blood on the torso.

The young man saw this and rushed to scoop up his only younger brother and hug him. before crying as if the whole world was falling apart

The zombie who was not far from the two wanted to comfort the young man who had water continuously flowing from his eyes. He slowly moved closer before opening both of his arms to embrace his two friends.

"go out! You made a mistake! “The young man in front of him had a strange expression. He was not as cheerful as before. Instead, they shouted at him like everyone else. But this made him feel worse than everyone else. The feeling of having your warmth taken away, is it the 'hurt' that the little child said? Because right now, the zombie felt a feeling of numbness all over his body.

Even though it didn't have a broken leg. I didn't want to lie down and writhe like little children used to do. But it wants to disappear from here

"I told you to go. Get out!!"

Even the young man who was both the child's older brother and the person who created it didn't want to be friends with it. No one besides the little child would want to be friends with him. 'Disgusting monsters'

He stood up and looked at the picture of the child one last time. But the small figure was turned away by the young man who stared at it with complete disgust in his eyes. The zombie turned and walked towards the door. before turning to look at his 'friend' one last time and leaving.

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I hope that all readers will have friends by their side who are always smiling and ready to comfort everyone's hearts.

This story was inspired by Frankenstein's experimental human character. Told in a cuter style (?)

Thank you for reading until the end. This is our first story. It might not be that good, but I really like it.

I hope everyone will like and encourage us in the next story :))