The zombie king was sitting on his desk, staring straight out of the window.
The trees outside the window blocked the light. Only the pale light from the sky shone down.
Under the trees, there was mostly darkness, while the ground reflected some white light.
There was no light in his eyes, and the light gray dilated pupils were embedded in the white light, like glass marbles.
The books on the table are spread out flat, with both arms pressing the books.
The white-clothed zombie at the back had an expressionless face and stood there, like a wax figure.
The light outside gradually dissipated, and for a while the frame outside the window was filled with the darkness of night.
The Zombie King sat where he was.
He is waiting.
Wait for the dust to come back.
It's night and he hasn't come back yet.
The zombie king stood up, raised his feet, stepped on the book, and climbed out of the window.
Move away.
Through the window, the room was dark, and the zombies were standing there, hiding in the darkness.
The zombie king ducked and came to the lake.
Suddenly, he turned back.
He seemed to smell floating dust.
The zombie king staggered and walked, step by step, step by step, until he reached the main road.
He stood at the crossroads, smelling the smell of blood in the air.
The smell of dust.
There was a hint of zombie fear in her smell, just like the milk she drank, which I didn't like very much.
But her blood will not cause zombies to be aggressive.
Very special.
The zombie king stood at the crossroads, his body swaying and his eyes looking at something blankly.
The zombie king shook and took a step forward.
The smell in the air is a bit stronger.
There was no trace of dust in his eyes.
Almost without pause, he continued to sway forward.
step by step.
Stopped.
Lower your head.
There was a pool of bright red blood on the snow.
The zombie king stared straight at the blood, his gray dilated pupils doubling in size in an instant.
He knelt down on the ground and dug the snow on the ground with his bare hands.
The white snow mixed with blood was rolled and piled back.
The hands turned into claws, clawing at the not-deep snow.
It took three or two digs to dig to the bottom.
Even when his fingers touched the concrete floor, the Zombie King didn't stop. He kept scratching at the same spot. The flesh of his fingers turned out and he didn't stop.
The fingertips turned black and turned into a ball of mud and flesh.
But the ground has not diminished at all.
The Zombie King stood up, changed his body direction, and looked at the traces on the snow.
Two long wheel marks appeared in the right lane.
But there is a flat area at the crossroads.
Near the flat ground is blood floating in the dust.
The zombie king's eyes were long and light, and his light gray pupils were focused on a certain point in the sky.
For a moment, it was as if something in his brain had cracked and grown again, adding something extra.
He went to many places.
Residential buildings, bridges, shopping malls... and then every alley in the street, every place in the city, this side of the river, that side of the river, under the water... Every day, every day, the zombie king slinks into action.
He knew that Fuchen was hidden in that woman's space.
That place is not in this world, not in this city.
Only when Rourou appeared did he have a way to find Fuchen.
He summoned all the zombies in the city and ordered them to stand guard on every street and were not allowed to go anywhere. Anyone who saw Rourou would roar loudly.
The Zombie King stands at the highest point of the city, on the tower of the TV station.
At an altitude of 150 meters above the ground, the wind mixed with snow blew on my face, leaving layers of frost hanging on my skin.
The Zombie King sat on it, waiting, waiting...
One day, two days, three days... This city rose from the ground too far and too late. The sun shone on the lonely shadow on the tower before sinking into the dark and lonely city below.
It only appeared for a moment before the sun disappeared into the dark clouds.
The sky and the city are gray and white.
It snows from time to time.
The wind swirls and dances with the snowflakes.
The zombie king was motionless and his eyes would not blink. His eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, and even if they fell into his eyes, they would not react.
There were small snowflakes piled up under the eyeballs. The gray dilated pupils were "stuck" on the snowdrift, like a crystal ball covered with dust.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the wind to carry his dusty breath.
Waiting for the zombies to find out the information about the woman's appearance.
However, for four days, five days, and six days, there was no breath.
The wind and snow cover up the breath.
One month later.
There was a snowstorm in the city.
The direction of the wind and snow is different from usual.
This time, there was a strong wind blowing from the east.
Heavy snowflakes hung from the sky and fell to the ground in the dark night.
The zombie king froze on the tower.
He sat here, motionless. His body was covered with a layer of ice, and his chin, hands, and feet were all covered with ice.
The mountains in the distance showed dark outlines in the black day.
The wind blew the breath of the distance on my face.
The Zombie King's eyelids twitched.
Although it is very faint, it is definitely the smell of floating dust.
"Click".
The ice on the Zombie King's body cracked.
His hand was raised.
"Crack, click, click." Ice flakes and ice picks fell.
His head turned slightly and he stood up.
The next moment, it disappeared.
After a snowstorm, the city rarely sees a sunny day.
The sun hung over the snow-capped mountains, casting a layer of golden light over the entire city.
Fuchen stood at the entrance of the snow-capped mountain cave, staring directly at the sun.
Suddenly, I noticed the breath and looked back.
Opposite at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, the Zombie King stood there, looking at Fuchen from a distance.
Fuchen looked at the big zombie quietly.
The two of them were separated by a long snow path, and their silhouettes were not as big as the ice flowers on the pine branches in front of them.
Covered in gold.
Everything is out of reach.
And so attractive.
Fuchen turned around and walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.
She has grown up and has enough ability to protect herself, so she doesn't need a zombie father anymore.
She was captured by Rourou for a few days and ran out on her own.
The soft space is located in the mountains far away from the city.
These days, in order to avoid the big zombies, she has been walking deeper into the mountains.
This is the place Rourou specially found. Downwind of the regular wind, far away from the city.
Don't worry about finding big zombies.
Unexpectedly, the direction of the snowstorm suddenly changed, exposing her position.
She left with a cold face and carried out her idea firmly.
The whole day, the mountain was lonely, with only white snow.
Early the next morning, floating dust appeared on the top of the mountain, and you could see it as far as the eye could see.
At the foot of the mountain opposite, there is still a small black spot.
Dark clothes, dark people.
Like mouse droppings in porridge.
As long as the eyes are focused here, this place becomes extremely eye-catching.
Fuchen stared at this place, staring, staring, with only this black dot in his sight.
Stare until vision blurs.
Fuchen lowered his eyes and turned to leave.
On the third day, my eyes turned subconsciously, and almost instantly I found a familiar figure in a familiar place.
He's still there.
I can't tell what it feels like.
Fuchen went down the mountain. He walked through the white snow and walked to the big zombie.
His body was covered with frost, his pupils and face were lifeless, turning into an ice sculpture.
Seeing her approaching, the big zombie turned its neck, the ice, snow and bones made a "squeaking" sound at the same time, and the gray pupils showed snow water and "floating dust."
His voice was still like a bellows, hoarse and dry.
But because of its lightness, it has a somewhat gentle illusion.
Maybe it’s the gentleness set against the vast expanse of snow.
