I am an ordinary little zombie. I have been trying my best to create the same kind of zombie since I was born.
But one day, the humans who had always been afraid of me suddenly came to kill my family members like crazy, but they spoke a strange language that the zombies could not understand.
"... Study... Finish... Edit..."
Zombies don't understand, zombies don't understand, mom! The zombies want to go home! Humans are terrible.
I am a peaceful mutated grass. I work hard to grow out of the soil and gain the strength to thrive.
I never take the initiative to provoke others. I only seek help from humans when I need nutrition. But humans are always so scared when they see me, which makes me want to cry (*?????). But one day a group of humans with many weapons came to me. The look in their eyes reminded me of the fear of being dominated by natural enemies in primitive times.
Oh my god, help me, kill the grass! !
The terrible human mouth keeps muttering
"... Capital... Money... Property..."
The mutated monster has since become hiding from people, hiding in the corner with tears in its eyes, praying for mankind to defeat the disease as soon as possible.
This will appear near the end. This article is a serious post-apocalyptic article.
Everyone,
Intention: Justice will prevail
