When I woke up, a bunch of zombies were surrounding me and looking straight at me. I subconsciously stepped back, and a pair of cold hands behind me rubbed the top of my head, "Hiss, hiss—"
My scalp instantly went numb, and I lowered my head and stiffly noticed my gray-purple hands. I finally remembered that before I fell into coma, I hugged my bitten boyfriend and gave up on him and bit him - it would be better to avoid decades of detours.
The cold breath from behind me came to me, and I raised my head with a wilting look, and faced a handsome, pale and familiar face.
Hi, zombie boyfriend.
I couldn't help but sigh.
How will we live in the future? How can two zombies talk? You bite me, and I bite your face?
Ps: I write when inspiration comes, and I will also write when my baby wants to read and update.
Concept: very short cookies