The After I Die

The Queen

“We have to escape!” Eda whispered with choking breath, the wave movement of Nukas corpse inviting them closer, the undead under one by one began to arrive, approaching.

Kina broke out in a cold sweat, trembling with her arms, the man dragged her down in a rash step, occasionally grimacing as his legs missed stepping on the stairs.

It hurt, but it wasn't worth the fear that ruled his body.

They got to the bottom with trembling steps, Eda was the one who could control her fear a little better than Kina, she pulled her friend over, running through the crowd of the undead, she was the one who could control her fear a little better than Kina, every now and then he shook off the hand that wanted to reach him, it broke and was thrown to the ground.

Kina just glared helplessly, if explained the current situation might be like the zombie flim she had seen on TV, the difference is that they did not bite, but they tried to claw and hit Kina, he said, with sharp nails and bones sticking out of their bodies.

“Kina, run!” Eda again dragged Kina, the more sinister and disgusting form of the undead from zombies, their watery and foul-smelling bodies without feeling nose-piercing, like a carcass that was given life and forced to walk, not fun to see.

‘Nukas!” Kina shrieked, a familiar figure pulling her hand with her arms drooping to the side, the boy's eyes wide open as if he wanted to come out, his tongue sticking out horribly.

“Let go of him!” Eda pulled out Kina's hand, he knew who it was, but regardless, they, her father and Nukas were dead people, they were not human, not the same person anymore, he said, other than their horrible and disgusting forms, who knows what they will do? Worst of all if Ni Lewun's advice is correct, he and Kina will die tonight and become one of them.

Eda glanced at Kina who was running beside him with a blank look, glancing behind her friend's back, the black shadow was getting bigger.

He gulped, if they die tonight, at least they should die worthily, not because the undead are after them.

“Must live,” muttered Kina on the sidelines of her decapitated breath, “We must move to the city.”

Eda said nothing, was too busy to catch his breath, in the midst of this chaos Kina had boasted of moving to the city, had it not been in such a frightening position, Eda would have laughed at Kina's expectations, but now let alone laugh, cry out in fear, making his heart seem out of place.

They ran, how many times passed by the undead, fortunately their movements were slow because of their imperfect bodies, they managed to dodge, he said, but as far as anything goes they still meet the undead everywhere, blocking them from all directions.

“Where ... us?” Eda asked in panic and then felt ridiculous, the lights that had shone behind the walls of the houses one by one began to go out, adding to the gripping situation, as if knowing the undead were hunting, as if they were hunting, they shut their eyes under the covers, chose indifferently and saved each of them.

“Home!”

Kina pulled Eda, her short hair wet with sweat, she saw a single point of light from a distance, picked up wood and drove away the undead, running with a pale face.

Eda followed Kina, they came to the end of the village, a large wooden house that stood firmly, the house of Grandma Niba.

“Wait .. why do we have to come here,” said Eda held back Kina's steps, from behind the open window, a candlelight seemed to sway, as if inviting them to come, as if to, of the many houses that exist, why should I go to Grandma Niba's house? Why not go to Pak Mursa's house or Kina's own? Imagining going inside alone made Eda shudder, but when he heard the step of the water behind them, he inevitably followed Kina.

“Kina ... you know .. she ... grandmother ...” Eda stammered, her brain seemed unable to string words anymore, Kina ignored Eda, she stepped steadily, pushing the door.

The two of them looked at each other, holding their breath, the door was wide open, the candlelight on the table swaying in the wind due to the incoming air, they looked behind the undead standing in the courtyard of Grandma Niba's house, not moving up to the terrace, just looking at them.

“I've expected.” Kina muttered, pulling quickly, closing the door.

Eda quickly closed the window, the undead ahead just glared at them, motionless, the atmosphere became silent in an instant.

“They can't come here, because you're the queen ‘right?” Kina turned her head, not far from them a long white haired woman was sitting on the rocking chair, smiling with her wrinkled face.

“Grandmother Niba?”

Eda turned his head, all this time he did not think would meet directly the figure of the person who was said to be immortal, stepped on the house and entered into it he did not dare.

Rumors circulating in Damung village seemed to be a belief that must be carved in the brains of each citizen. Niba's grandmother was a heretic who could not die, the person most likely to be related to the undead.

“Say, Grandma. You killed Nukas?” Kina asked in a bitter voice, her mind was not much, she just connected the pieces of memory that filled her head, the words of Dayuti, the words of her mother, Pak Mursa, and Eda.

The only person Kina could blame the most other than the undead was Grandma Niba. Nukas lives in Grandma Niba's house, Narsih was killed in the well next to Grandma Niba's house, who else could be the prime suspect besides this old grandmother?

Forget the physical condition that is impossible to move from the bed, since the beginning of the existence of grandmother Niba does not make sense, even more so if he is a black magician, he said, it is not impossible that everything that happened was all the work of this old grandmother.

“What do you really want? Why kill Nukas?”

“Kina!”

Eda gulped, they were in an unfavorable position, if it was true Grandma Niba was the person Kina thought of, didn't that mean they were currently in danger? Moreover, he saw the black shadow behind Kina getting darker and bigger.

He glanced at Grandma Niba who was still calm in her rocking chair, looking at them.

“Why are you doing all this? Everyone dies, do they all turn into the undead?”

The chair swayed slowly, Kina and Eda stood with their hearts pounding, out there the undead remained motionless, staring at them through the cracks of the open wall.

They were still waiting for answers.

Grandma Niba looked at Kina fixedly, opening her mouth slowly. “I want to die.”