Our country had its own image of zombies, too.
It was just that our zombies weren't very agile. They were all stiff and straight-backed. Zombie movies had peaked and then declined, and they weren't popular anymore. Foreign zombie movies, on the other hand, had evolved over several decades and come up with all kinds of variations. The defining traits of a zombie were that it had returned from the dead and was hard to kill. The rest of its characteristics were up to the whims of the production crew. Being able to run, jump, or evolve was child's play.
But no matter what, this should have been a fictional monster. Even if one existed in real life, it shouldn't be exactly the same, should it?
Besides, if they existed, they should have appeared overseas. If one showed up here, there'd have to be some reason for it.
I couldn't understand how this thing had appeared at a labor reform farm, and I understood Tyles's reaction even less.
That reaction...
It was easy for me to connect it to the memento of Tyles's girlfriend that he'd found in the kitchen.
Quite a few people had the same thought as me.
People were already saying so in the live comments and the comment section.
"Could that be his girlfriend?"
"This is a good plot."
"It's got a love story, too. Impressive, my little daredevil!"
The monster had lowered its head. I couldn't tell what it was doing.
But every so often, blood splattered against the glass, accompanied by some strange noises.
Kangkang kept crying.
The others weren't doing any better.
"Run, run!" Little Yehu babbled.
"Run where? There could be two of them in there, or behind us... Damn it! You said there weren't any ghosts, that it was a murderer?!" Red