The end is coming.
At the age of eighteen, I was infected and dying.
Before I died, I witnessed my eight-year-old neighbor being abandoned as a meat bag by his parents, giving them time to escape.
The little boy was chewed alive into bones.
When I woke up again, I became an animated zombie.
I found the boy's bones and wanted to bury them.
Unexpectedly, the bones moved a little bit.
That thin knuckle lightly touched my sleeve, as if it were the same as before.
As if calling me happily: "Brother."
I decided to keep a skeleton.
Write a diary every day and observe his condition.
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Not related by blood.
Before adulthood, there is brotherly love, and lovers' love occurs after adulthood.
Zombies are attacked by X bones
Concept: Love makes people grow flesh and blood.