Maybe it was yesterday, little Remi no longer remembers it.

His memory was a little fuzzy, as if his head had been thrown into a washing machine and dried, tumbled and then dried excessively.

Various fragments of memory mixed together, making him want to just bang his head against the wall and end it all.

The last thing I remembered was my mother rushing towards me and biting my neck hard.

He called out to his mother loudly, but all he got in return was harder biting.

Little Remi didn't know when he became like a dish on the plate, and his mother couldn't let go of him.

He clearly remembered that his mother was a vegetarian.

Even when I’m eating my favorite chicken drumstick, I probably only have one tenth of this energy.

Everything that happened afterwards was a blur. He only remembered struggling very hard and seemed to have accidentally knocked his mother's head crooked.

But his mother's bite was so painful. Little Remi didn't know why his mother, who usually always smiled and told him to stop playing and eat dinner, had become so cruel and violent.

So he had no choice but to resist.

In his impression, his mother was very nice to him except when she quarreled with his father, when she would act like a mad woman and throw a tantrum.

Little Remi remembered very clearly that his mother never kept her hysterical side to herself.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."

Feeling hungry in his stomach, little Remi wanted to get up from the ground.

He opened his eyes, and for some reason the whole world suddenly turned monochrome, with only darker red and lighter red left to distinguish between black and white.

The floor was sticky, and even when I got up from the ground, it seemed like a piece of skin on my face was torn off.

Little Remi quickly reached out his hand to touch his cheek, where he should have felt the bumps and bumps, but he could only vaguely feel that there was something there.

He took the hand that he had just extended, which was covered with dark red blood, which scared little Remi.

This is a serious injury! But why doesn't it hurt?

He felt his mind slowly shifting, and he even began to forget that he had just checked the injury on his face.

Because the stronger feeling of hunger had already occupied little Remi's mind uncontrollably.

He wanted to eat something, preferably meat, fresh meat with blood, chewing the muscle fibers and sucking the sweet red tender juice. Oh my God, how could he have such a horrible idea?! He staggered to his feet and recalled the location of the kitchen at home.

He tried calling for his mother, but all he heard was some babbling and roaring sounds.

I'm afraid there's something wrong with my ears. This is a serious illness.

Wait until you have something to eat. You must see a doctor right away.

Little Remi came to the kitchen and saw the kitchen utensils in a mess, as well as oil stains and dirt that had not been wiped off in time.

My mother has always been a clean person. If she sees a kitchen like this, she would probably be very angry.

Little Remi didn't know why this idea suddenly came to his mind.

But the bigger problem now is that there is nothing to eat.

Those green vegetable leaves and cauliflower stalks were usually things he hated to eat, although his mother always told him to eat more so that his nutrition would be balanced.

Little Remi ignored the things that looked unpalatable and walked to the refrigerator.

Hidden in it is my favorite ice cream and a big chicken drumstick.

You can’t eat ice cream secretly, because your mother will beat you.

He often saw his mother taking out chicken legs in the kitchen, and then putting them back into the pot after a while to make fragrant and tender chicken legs.

Now the ice cream doesn’t seem so attractive anymore, and little Remi wants to eat the chicken leg.

Little Remi had turned the freezer drawer upside down. Normally, he would have been scolded by his mother, but now Little Remi glanced at his mother's room. It was quiet there, and that was where he was bitten.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. He finally found the packaging bag he had been dreaming of, with three big words "Fresh Chicken Legs" written on it.

The intense hunger was about to drive him crazy. He pulled out a chicken leg and bit into it hard without caring about anything else.

Huh? He vaguely felt that his mouth seemed to touch something hard, but the expected sound of meat being chewed and chopped did not happen.

Looking down, he saw several of his teeth embedded in the chicken leg, as well as dark red blood.

But the chicken leg was still intact, as if it was made of iron.

Only then did he realize that the chicken leg was frozen and had not yet thawed.

And why was he eating raw chicken legs? Shouldn't chicken legs be cooked before eating? With all sorts of random thoughts flashing through his mind, Little Remi took out all the chicken legs from the chicken leg packaging and placed them in the kitchen window where the sunlight was shining in.

He lined them up like soldiers being inspected by him, and soon he had food to eat, which made him happy.

Little Remi walked out of the kitchen as if he had done something wrong.

After all, he not only didn't clean the kitchen, but he even stole the chicken legs from the refrigerator.

He glanced at his mother's room again, then tiptoed to the door.

There were shocking bloodstains on the door, and no one knew whose blood it was.

Little Remi turned his head and touched the gap on his neck. He felt his head was a little shaky, so he had to support his head again.

"Mother.?"

He walked into the room and wanted to call out to the familiar and gentle woman inside.

But when he saw the tragic scene inside, his mother was no longer moving.

Her skin was gray, and her head and neck were almost completely separated, with a pair of scissors stuck in her skull.

She glared angrily, maintaining the same look as when she was about to bite herself.

Maybe Mom really was dead.

Little Remi just felt an indescribable sadness, he should have felt scared.

Because my mother's death was even more terrifying than the horror movies on TV, and my mother never let me watch those, but I still liked to watch them secretly, and then I would curl up on the sofa with fear.

But that's mom.

Little Remi shook his head and walked out of the room step by step, feeling that his pace seemed to have slowed down a little.

He walked slowly to the kitchen again. The chicken leg had thawed a little from being frozen, and a stream of blood flowed down the edge of the kitchen counter and onto the ground.

The deadly scent and color made little Remi's eyes widen.

He swallowed hard, even though he had no idea if he still had the ability to do so.

The blood was like the red envelopes given to him by relatives who came to his home during the Chinese New Year, and he could not take his eyes away.

Looking at the ice chips remaining on the chicken leg slowly melting and joining the blood, little Remi could no longer bear it.

From the kitchen came the sound of chewing that made one's teeth ache.

The chicken leg was still a little hard, but it was barely edible. The sweet juice and the raw and frozen minced meat flowed into little Remi's throat.

He felt that he was happy at this moment.

Except for the fact that you accidentally eat the chicken leg bones.

“Bang!!”

Little Remi suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking. It seemed that some unknown changes had taken place in his body, making him extremely sensitive to sounds.

When he walked into the living room, he saw a little girl in a pink dress who had climbed in through the window.

This is the second floor, I'm afraid she crawled in.

She was dirty and covered in blood, carrying a small brown leather backpack, and looking at herself with fear in her eyes.

"Don't come over here!!!"

The little girl didn't know what to use as a weapon, so she had to raise her schoolbag to block in front of herself.

Little Remi tilted his head, not understanding why the girl was afraid of him.

"Uh, which school do you study in?"

He tried to ask, but the little girl trembled the moment she heard his voice.

This time, little Remi also realized that something was wrong. There should be nothing wrong with his ears, because he could understand what the little girl said, so it should be his throat that has a problem? What a terrible disease! "Ouch. (Sorry, I seem to be sick)"

He wanted to say something again, but found that he couldn't speak human language at all, which made him a little anxious.

He walked forward and wanted to help the girl who was lying on the ground in the broken glass, but the girl was so frightened that she screamed and ran into the room.

"Uh uh ah (Come back, that's my mom's room)"

He followed and wanted to stop the girl. He didn't want her to see her mother's tragic death.

Sure enough, when he reached the door, the girl had fainted on the ground out of fright.

Perhaps the appearance in the room had a more severe impact on her.

Little Remi shook his head and carried the girl to the sofa to rest. Dusk soon fell.

When the girl woke up again, she saw little Remi sitting next to her, looking at her motionlessly.

"ah!!!!!"

She screamed again and almost fainted again.

But he saw that little Remi did not attack him, nor did he open his stinky mouth to bite him.

She showed a puzzled look, looked at little Remi cautiously, and then asked in a tender voice: "You don't want to eat me?"

Little Remi finally took action. He tilted his head and said.

"Uh uh ah huh? (Why should I eat you?)"

"I don't understand what you are saying."

The little girl shook her head at him. It seemed that because of what little Remi said and the stinky breath in his mouth, she couldn't help but sit further away.

Little Remi looked at the little girl and suddenly found that he did have an impulse.

He wanted to tear her apart, gnaw her flesh, and suck her blood. She looked so young, so her flesh must be very delicious. Stop!!! Little Remi quickly covered his head and stopped his terrible thoughts.

"puff!"

The little girl couldn't help laughing when she saw how clumsy little Remi was.

Little Remi seemed to suddenly remember something. He opened the small drawer of the coffee table in the living room and took out his snacks.

He handed it to the little girl and babbled a few words.

"Is this for me to eat?"

The girl looked at the snack package handed to her by the dirty hand, and driven by hunger, she couldn't help but take it.

Little Remi has learned it now. He no longer speaks but just nods.

"Thank you!"

The little girl no longer cared about anything else. She opened the snack package and started eating. It seemed that she was really hungry.

For the next few days, little Remi kept eating chicken legs from the refrigerator.

He only eats one stick a day, thinking that he should eat it slowly, otherwise it will be finished quickly.

The little girl also stayed in this temporarily safe little house, eating the snacks left by little Remi.

Little Remi knew that he couldn't communicate with the little girl, so he just quietly searched around the house for more snacks to give to the little girl.

He didn't know why he was no longer interested in these snacks. Was he growing up? But as time passed, the chicken legs in the refrigerator were all eaten up, and little Remi's snacks were also eaten up.

The two of them sat in the living room hungry and dejected, and no one spoke.

The little girl was so hungry that she had no strength left, but little Remi still had strength. He was looking at the little girl with a puzzled look.

Little Remi felt something churning in his heart, and it was almost impossible to suppress it.

He felt like something was tickling him in his stomach, making him extremely uncomfortable. He felt as if a hand would reach out from inside as soon as he opened his mouth.

He stood up and walked to the girl, and saw that she had her eyes and eyelashes closed, as if she was saving her energy.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to do something, and then paused in mid-air. Little Remi was trying hard to control himself.

"What's the matter?"

The little girl suddenly opened one eye, but she didn't have the strength to open the other one.

“Uh uh.”

Little Remi felt guilty for his thoughts. He quickly covered them up, walked over again, and continued to search through the boxes and drawers.

"If you're really hungry, you might as well eat me, zombie brother."

The little girl made a weak sound and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It seemed that she was not only hungry, but also sick.

When little Remi heard what the little girl said, his limping feet paused for a moment, then he pretended not to hear and continued walking into the house.

When he came back, he stood in front of the girl holding an expired lollipop he had found.

“Pah.”

The lollipop fell to the ground.

The little girl had stopped breathing, and her weak body finally gave way.

Little Remi felt an endless sense of loss, and what was waiting for him next might be an even longer period of loneliness.

He leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little tired, next to the body of the little girl, and picked up the lollipop that had just fallen on the ground.

It broke into several pieces when it fell to the ground just now, but fortunately it was still supported by the wrapping paper.

He struggled to peel off the wrapper, threw the broken pieces of the lollipop into his mouth, and threw away the plastic stick.

The candy had no taste in his mouth, only a foreign sensation.

That was supposed to be his favorite flavor.

Little Remi was disappointed with everything. He really wanted to cry and return to his mother's arms to be willful for a while.

But mom is dead now too.

He remembered the scissors on his mother's head in the room, and suddenly opened his eyes.

There was suddenly a strange look in his eyes. He swallowed a few pieces of lollipops that looked like broken glass and barely supported himself.

He wanted to get the scissors in the room, and then... "Uh uh ah (Zombie Brother)"

Little Remi's body suddenly froze. He turned around to look at the little girl's body and found that her skin had turned blue-gray at some point.

She opened her other eye, which had been closed previously, and she no longer looked weak.

"Ou ...

She sat up and took Remi's hand.

The breeze blew open the curtains, letting the setting sun shine on the two people.