My name is Chen Sui. I was born in the year 2000 and grew up as a left-behind child, raised by my maternal grandmother.
On the day I graduated from graduate school, countless "rules" suddenly blanketed the world.
Those who broke the rules died horribly, their corpses covered in red rashes and mold spots.
The survivors fled in every direction, but I went against the crowd and returned to my hometown.
I pushed open the wooden door of the old house and saw my grandmother sitting by the stove, waiting for me to eat, just as she used to.
But I clearly remembered: she had died three years ago.
A broadcast came from outside: Residents, please take note. If the dead return, do not look them in the eye, and do not eat anything they offer.
On the stove simmered my favorite salted pork and bamboo shoot soup, steam carrying the scent of rotting bones.
Grandmother turned around, smiled, and lifted a bowl. "Sweetie, eat while it's hot."
The story is heartwarming and compact, and it's super good-looking, but could it be updated more? Is grandma a bad person? 😢😢