Zombies

1: Life

"I'm out of bullets, Nanda, hurry!"

"Don't I say for bullet savings?!”

"Damn, don't bother and just go back if you run out of bullets!”

“Quick Nanda! Give me the bullet!"

"You rest! Go to the back!"

"Don't—"

“GO TO THE BACK!”

Shouts for the sake of shouting alternately accompanied by growls and muffled gunshots. Several figures stood in front of a damaged building, marching to form a defense with weapons in hand. The living corpses moved aggressively, letting out a growl between their carcass-scented teeth as if enraged by the resistance movement on a bunch of food.

The black color of the blood came out, cutting the thick and hard grey skin. However, despite having been attacked with fire, gunfire and even being cut into minced meat, the undead knew no pain. Stubbornly walk, attacking the fresh meat that becomes their food.

Women with short hair cut unevenly were grinding their teeth. A thin body with skin covered in dust and mud stared intently at the several undead. He hid behind a car that was unable to walk.Not stopping to move to give a shot every time he saw the approaching zombies.

Some men and women seem to do the same thing. Attacking a horde of zombies trying to move towards the building where they live. Triggering heart rhythm racing — draining

adrenaline when death is so close. Everyone works together to maintain a life of mutual guarding or even acting selfish by running away and causing the lives of others to drift.

Nanda clenched her teeth. He had fired on several zombies that approached his comrades.The priority to attack zombies that were too close to colleagues was the main one. As one of the most capable of wielding a weapon, the short-haired woman became the helper of all colleagues when they were unable to defend the back of their backs.

Some people who were not afraid of death, stood on the front lines and attacked the zombies blindly. Their pistols, knives, baseball bats, or even magical abilities, all work together to clean up the zombies spreading the scent of carrion. Unfortunately, the number that was in the front line was only 5 people and they were faced with dozens of zombies that moved agile and thick-skinned.

It was really burdensome for Nanda who was behind the five. He must shoot at zombies that escape his fifth surveillance, but on the other hand, must also be vigilant because zombies attack from three directions to their own position tend to be unsafe.

The people around him are unreliable. Can only scream, whine for new bullets or weapons, find their weapons starting to be useless, then curse and save themselves.

They're really trash.

The short-haired lady glanced sharply at a fleeing man, snorted coldly then turned back to face forward to aim at the agile-moving enemy.

“NANDA! WATCH OUT!"

The screams that made the success of Nanda's heart felt melos. The thin woman's body reflexively tried to move away.But she was late, the ear-splitting growling sound and the pain in her left shoulder made her hold her breath.

DOR'S!

Gunfire sounded. The body of the carcass that bit his shoulder no longer moved trying to tear the meat.Fall fell down on the ground with a bullet drilling through the head that managed to bite the fresh meat.

Unknowingly, Nanda trembled. The creeping pain seemed to clear his mind of the syock from seeing the rotten and shattered face that was so close. His heart was still pounding hard — drained the tremendous fear that successfully made the face paled.

"You were bitten."

The voice of a man without emotional flux, resuscitated Nanda. Unknowingly, Nanda swallowed his forced saliva, looking up at the tall man with a handsome face who was staring at him as well. The face was expressionless, with a pair of black irises that looked cold and cruel.

Without being able to hold back, Nanda laughed. The statement was clearly a death decision, but he still had time to shed a smile. It's really irony. He did not expect that this time, it was his turn to die.

"Boss, you're really mean,” he said lightly, as if discussing the weather today and not about his own death. Nanda shook his head, got up to his feet and ignored the throbbing pain on his shoulder. “Can I eat chocolate as a farewell?"

The figure that Boss called out did not say anything. A tall figure with a body that looked so strong turned his face away, staring around where there were still so many zombies challenging them.

Nanda pouting. He knew it was not suitable to chat in a place like this, but could his Boss be more gentle? Oh, even when he was about to die, couldn't this figure give his final wish? Eating sweet foods has become a rare thing that is very luxurious, can he enjoy it?

"No chocolate for you,” beyond expectations, Nanda thought he would be ignored but the tall figure was actually open voice. It made Nanda look at her Boss wonderfully. “You will live. There will never be a farewell."

Nanda mute. Although the tone the man gave was so cold and indifferent, but he could feel hope from his words. But unfortunately .. he is not stupid.

Glancing at the wound on the shoulder, the blood that was supposed to be red, was now black. The pain that was previously throbbing pain magically began to disappear replaced by heat that made the heart not stop pounding hard. Oh, in a few hours, this woman will obviously turn into a zombie, but her Boss generously comforted and reassured her?

Nanda could not help but laugh. Both hands moved, the clasped pistol disappeared and was replaced with a pair of swords clasped in both of the woman's dirty hands.

"Boss, you're so nice,” their witty smile. Somewhat centil, the woman gave a kiss goodbye to the man's left cheek and winked one eye to the handsome figure who was still standing still. “I would have thought you were in love with me if you were so nice like this, Boss."

Not letting the tall figure react, Nanda swung one of the samurai, piercing the head of the zombie that was behind the tall man. Smile still on the lips of the woman — as if death that obviously picked her up is not a big thing.

"Hopefully we can meet again,” he whispered then returned and ran towards a flock of zombies.

"ANDA!"

Some people immediately shouted furiously. Calling her name as soon as seeing the figure of the self-sacrificing woman running fishing a horde of zombies.  The swing of a pair of samurai so shrewd — dancing between black and splattered body pieces.

Nanda knew that he was dying. He will turn into a zombie, becoming a cannibal figure who eats his comrades and even his loved ones. He would not have any feelings back and would only be a savage beast with no sense. Therefore, before he decided to commit suicide .. at least, he wanted to be useful to that person.

Nanda could not help his smile. A pair of irises stared softly at the Boss figure that was always special in his heart. The man who was so cold and tall was now so chaotic. Running blindly towards him, shooting at some zombies trying to attack that powerful body. But Nanda could only smile and laugh. Consciousness increasingly felt lost, making his gaze ascetic began to fog before finally, there was only darkness that he realized.

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NNNGGGGGG!

His heart pounding hard — adrenaline rush to keep making a hard defensive stance. A pair of irises narrowed and looked around, while the other hand moved hitting the alarm on the wooden table with his bare hands.

The room was suddenly quiet.

There was no more alarm, but silence cleared Nanda's mind. A pair of irises were staring around with great confusion. Oh, how not? It seems to be in ... room? This square room was clearly a mess, but what made Nanda confused was the absence of the rotten scent of carrion, no bloody scent, no cold atmosphere that felt would take his life at any time ...

Where is this?

Nanda swallowed the forced saliva. He stood firm, but did not lose his vigilance. A pair of irises stared wildly at the square room. There was a mattress, a study table, a bookcase, a closet, a doll. Although it was a bit messy, Nanda was able to deduce this room was still

usable. But ...

Eyebrows adrift. Slowly, walk on a polycadot-patterned plastic carpet. A pair of eyes looked at the surroundings, sorting through why this room was so ... so familiar? Has he ever been here? So now why is he here? Nanda was confused instead of playing, question after question alternated in his head.

Slowly, you feel pain in your hands. He looked down, staring at the right hand that had destroyed the alarm. However, when looking at the bluish and somewhat swollen hands, a pair of irises pattern perfectly.

It's not his hand. 

The hand he saw now looked stocky, covered in fat and weak. Obviously, this was very different to the hand he had. The hand that Nanda should have had was pliable, thin, rough and full of calluses. The struggle and training to defend his life is badly engraved on the hand that often holds a weapon. Then how is it possible suddenly ... This soft hand full of fat he has?

Panic, a thought flashed inside the head. Quickly, the foot stepped onto a mirror attached to the other side of the wall. Then just as a falling shadow reflected on the flat surface, Nanda involuntarily held her breath.

A female figure stood there, with an overweight stock. The boy's skin was white to almost pale. But his face was terrible. Dull, acne, large and oily pores ...

Nanda knew that figure very well. How not? This was him when he was young! It was only fitting that his body felt heavy and difficult to move agilely! Wasn't this her puberty period that was so bleak and horrible?!

Syock is not playing, Nanda stepped closer to the mirror. Moving the fat fingers to the round face in disbelief. Oh, had this hand not throbbed, Nanda was sure he was dreaming back in time. Moreover this room ... ah, now he remembered. Isn't this his own room?

Nanda's eyebrows are adrift.

How can it be ...

Biting her lower lip restlessly, Nanda turned around. Walk close to the mattress and avoid the splinters of the clock that he smashed. That stocky hand was stretched out. Grabbing the phone next to the pillow and unlocking a key pattern he hasn't changed in years.

Deg.

Sunday, 3 September 2017.

The day and date on the thin screen made Nanda freeze. His brain felt empty, as if unable to think anything back. The last thing he remembers is himself dying from a zombie bite...

Could it? Could it be that he went back in time? Or .... For 4 years suffering it was all just a dream?

Nanda could not think of anything. He could only stand in front of the mattress, staring in a daze at his own smartphone. The flash of fragments where he trained to protect himself hit the head. He remembers being almost raped because of the very few number of women, he remembers when they fought for food, he remembered almost dying from being chased by a horde of zombies, he remembered, he remembered seeing one by one his comrades die in front of his own eyes ...

Bzzttt ....

Suddenly, the flat object he held vibrated — indicating the message had entered. The back screen is bright, with green icons plastered along with group messages and unread private chats.

Mom: Nda, are you awake yet? Beware if the time Mama comes home you still have not taken a shower

Score: Ndut! Have you not been PR Physics? See dong No.6 ehehe: 3

Nanda's breath feels tight. Without realizing it, his vision blurred. Her eyes were hot, accompanied by a feeling that seemed**heart. A successful thought destroyed his defense. The incredible relief feels soft

stroking, making Nanda unable to resist crying.

They are still alive ...

Mama ... Papa ... Yulis .. friends. Everyone he loved ...

They're all still alive.

"Ah .. ah .. hiks .... "

Nanda's whole body felt limp. The power is like missing — yawns to make his legs feel as soft as jelly. Weakly he fell on the bed, crying and venting all the emotions that had been hidden.

Nanda remembers when he lost contact with Papa and Mama. How worried he was, blindly trying to find any information, about his parents. Amidst such sickening chaos, Nanda did not expect her parents to be alive. His heart gradually became numb as the undead and human morals eroded. Only one hope from the search in the midst of dirty world. At least, let him see the bodies of his parents, bury them both, do his last thing to be devoted to the two figures who have cared for him.

Then now ...

Both of his parents are still alive.

Her mother sent a message, speaking in the usual fierce tone she heard. But he was not angry at all, Nanda was very happy until his chest felt tight. Oh, how much he misses when his Mama is angry, how much he misses when his Mama is worried, how much he misses that voice and face ... 

Oh although Papa rarely came home because of his busy life, but his arrival was very

mean. That figure calls her every night. Asking the news, what his activities are today, always asking anything about him. Only through voice ... But Nanda was not angry. He knew his father was very busy, but still very compromising to call them every day or find a time gap to go home. He really realized how much his father loved him ... 

Now ... is still alive. They're still on his side. Still can hear their voices ...

Nanda doesn't know how to describe her feelings. He's happy. So happy that it doesn't feel like this is real. It also gives him fear. He was so happy, but if all this was just a dream, Nanda would not be able to imagine how much disappointment he would face.

If this is a dream, please don't wake her up. But if this is reality ... Nanda swore to himself, he wanted to be a good boy. The figure, which could make both parents not feel ashamed because of his existence.

Oh, can he? Can he now .. redeem all the regrets he has not had time to do?