Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita

Today Mom died.

Maybe it was yesterday, and Remy Jr. no longer remembers.

His memory is a little blurry, and his head seems to have been thrown into a drum washing machine with integrated washing and drying, tumbled and then over-dried.

All kinds of memory fragments were mixed together, making him just want to hit the wall at the moment and end it all.

In the last impression, my mother threw herself at her and bit her neck hard.

He shouted out to his mother, but in exchange for gnawing harder.

Little Remy didn't know when he became a dish on his plate, which made his mother love it so much.

He clearly remembered that his mother was a vegetarian.

Even when I eat my favorite chicken drumsticks, I am afraid that I have this tenth of the strength.

Everything was blurred later, and he only remembered struggling very hard, as if he had accidentally tilted his mother's head.

But her mother really hurt too much, and little Remy didn't know why she always laughed and shouted that she didn't play, how her mother, who should have dinner, became so cruel and tyrannical.

So he had to resist.

In his impression, except for when she quarreled with her father, her mother would be like a crazy woman who splattered, and she was usually very good to herself.

Little Remy remembers well that her mother never kept those hysterical sides to herself.

"Purr, gurgler."

There was a feeling of hunger in his stomach, and little Remy wanted to get up from the ground.

He opened his eyes, wondering why the whole world suddenly turned into a monochromatic color, leaving only a darker red and a lighter red to distinguish between black and white.

The floor was sticky, and even when I got up from the ground, the skin on my face seemed to be torn off.

Little Remy hurriedly reached out to touch his cheek, there should have been a bumpy feeling there, but he could only feel something very vaguely there.

He took down the hand that had just been stretched out, which was stained with dark red blood, which startled little Remy in his heart.

This is an incredible injury!

But.... Not.... Why doesn't it hurt?

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

Because of the stronger hunger, it has been irrepressibly occupied by little Remy's head.

He really wanted to eat something, preferably meat, fresh flesh with blood, chewing the muscle fibers, sucking the sweet red tender juice...

Oh my God, how could I have such a terrifying thought?!

He staggered to his feet, recalling the location of the kitchen at home.

He tried to call his mother, but he only heard some babbling and hissing.

Fear.... Is there something wrong with your ears? This is a terrible illness.

Wait for something to eat.... Be sure to see a doctor quickly.

Little Remy, who came to the kitchen, saw a mess of kitchenware in the kitchen, as well as those oil stains and stains that did not have time to wipe.

Mom has always been a clean person, and when she sees such a kitchen, I am afraid that she will be very angry.

Little Remy didn't know why he suddenly came up with this idea.

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

Those green cabbage leaves, cauliflower dumplings, are usually things he hates to eat, although his mother always makes him have to eat more, and the nutrition must be balanced.

Little Remy ignored these things that didn't look good and walked over to the refrigerator.

Hidden in it is his favorite ice cream from the past, as well as large chicken legs.

Ice cream is not allowed to be eaten secretly because it will be beaten by your mother.

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

Now the ice cream doesn't seem to be so appealing, and little Remy wants to eat that chicken leg.

The drawer of the freezer was turned over by little Remy, as usual, he would definitely be scolded by his mother, but now...

Little Remy glanced at her mother's room again, where it was quiet, where she was finally bitten.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he finally found the bag he dreamed of, with three big words written on it: "fresh chicken legs".

The intense hunger was already driving him crazy, and he pulled out a chicken leg from it, and without thinking anything else, he bit it down hard.

Hey?

He vaguely felt as if his mouth had touched something hard, and the expected sound of meat being chewed and bitten did not happen.

Looking down, the chicken leg had several teeth embedded in it, as well as dark red blood.

But the chicken leg was still intact, like an iron beating.

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

And.... Why are you nibbling on chicken legs raw? Aren't chicken thighs supposed to be cooked before they can be eaten?

A messy thought flashed through his mind, and little Remy took out all the chicken legs in the bag of chicken drumsticks and placed them in the kitchen window where the sunlight came in.

They lined up like soldiers being inspected by him, and soon he had something to eat, which made him a little happy.

Little Remy came out of the kitchen as if he had done something wrong.

After all, he didn't clean up the kitchen, and he even had to steal chicken legs from the refrigerator.

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

There was shocking blood on that door, and I don't know whose blood it was.

Little Remy turned his head and touched the gap in his neck, feeling that his head was a little shaky, so he had to support his head again.

"Mom.... Mother....?

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

But when he saw the miserable appearance inside, his mother was no longer moving.

Her skin was gray, her head and neck were almost completely moved, and a pair of scissors poked into the skull.

She glared angrily, keeping the last bite on herself.

Mother may indeed be dead.

Little Remy felt an indescribable sadness, he should have felt scared.

Because my mother's death is even more frightening than the horror movies on the TV series, and my mother never lets herself watch those, but I still like to watch it secretly, and then shrink in the sofa in fear.

But that's Mom.

Little Remy shook his head and walked out of the room step by step, feeling as if his pace was slower again.

He walked slowly to the kitchen again, the chicken legs melted some of the freezer, and a stream of blood ran down the edge of the kitchen countertop to the floor.

That deadly scent and color made little Remy's eyes widen.

He swallowed hard, even though he didn't know if he still had the ability.

The blood was like a red envelope given to him by relatives who came home for the New Year, so that he could no longer take his eyes off.

Looking at the ice ballast that remained on the chicken leg, slowly melting and adding it to the blood water, Xiao Remy couldn't bear it anymore.

There was a tooth-sour chewing sound from the kitchen.

The chicken thighs were still a little hard, but they were barely enough to eat, and the sweet juices poured into little Remy's throat along with the frozen minced meat.

He felt that he was happy at this moment.

Except for the fact that I accidentally ate chicken thigh bones.

"Boom!!"

Little Remy suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering, and his body seemed to have undergone some kind of unknown change, making him extremely sensitive to sound now.

When he came to the living room, he saw a little girl in a pink dress, who had come in through the window.

This is the 2nd floor, I'm afraid she climbed in.

She was dirty and bloody, carrying a small brown leather school bag, looking at herself with fear.

"Don't.... Stay back!!! The

little girl didn't know what to use as a weapon, so she raised her schoolbag in front of her.

Little Remy tilted her head, not understanding why the girl was afraid of him.

"Uh (What school did you study in)?

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

This time little Remy also realized that something was wrong, there should be no problem with his ears, because he could understand the little girl's words, so it should be a problem with his throat?

What a terrible illness....

"Uh-huh..... (I'm 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 stepped forward and tried to pick up the girl in the glass slag that had fallen to the floor, who knew that the girl was so frightened that she ran towards the room with a scream.

"Uh-uh (Come back, it's my mother's room)"

He followed, trying to stop the girl, he didn't want the girl to see her mother's tragic death.

Sure enough, by the time he reached the door, the girl had fainted on the ground in fright.

I'm afraid that the appearance in the room has caused her an even more violent impact.

Little Remy shook his head and carried the girl to the sofa to rest, and twilight soon fell.

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

"Ah!!!!"

She screamed again and almost fainted again.

But it can be seen that little Remy does not attack himself, nor does he open his smelly mouth to bite himself.

She showed a puzzled look, looked at little Remy carefully, and then let out a tender and tender taste:

"You.... Don't eat me?

Little Remy finally made a move, he tilted his head and said.

"Uh (Why should I eat you?) The

little girl shook her head at him, as if because of Little Remy's words, she smelled the stinky breath in his mouth again, and couldn't help but sit a little farther away.

Little Remy looked at the little girl and suddenly found that she did have an impulse.

To tear her apart, gnaw at her flesh and blood, suck her blood, especially since she still looks so small, the flesh must be very delicious... Stop!!!

Little Remy quickly covered his head and stopped his terrible thoughts.

"Poof!"

The little girl looked at Little Remy's clumsy appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

As if suddenly remembering something, little Remy opened the small drawer of the coffee table in the living room and turned out his snacks from it.

Handed it to the little girl, babbling a few more words.

"This is for me?"

The girl looked at the snack package handed over by the dirty hand, and the hunger drove her to take it.

Little Remy learned now, he stopped talking, but nodded directly.

"Thank you!"

The little girl didn't care so much anymore, opened the snack package and ate it, it seemed that she was indeed hungry.

For the next few days, little Remy ate chicken drumsticks from the refrigerator.

Eating only one stick a day, he thought that he had to eat it slowly, otherwise he would soon eat it up.

The little girl also stayed in this temporarily safe hut, eating the remaining snacks of little Remy.

Little Remy knew that he couldn't communicate with the little girl, so he just rummaged around the house silently looking for more snacks for the little girl.

He didn't know why he wasn't interested in these snacks anymore, had he grown up?

But as time passed, the chicken legs in the refrigerator were eaten, and Little Remy's snacks were also finished.

The two of them sat hungry and dejected in the living room, neither of them speaking.

The little girl was already hungry and had no strength, and little Remy still had strength, and he was looking at the little girl with an inexplicable look.

Little Remy felt that something was churning in his heart, and he almost couldn't suppress it.

He felt that something in his stomach was tickling him, making him extremely uncomfortable, and he felt as if he had a hand to stick out from the inside as soon as he opened his mouth.

He stood up and walked in front of the girl, seeing her closed eyes and eyelashes, as if saving his strength.

Reaching out, wanting to do something, and then pausing in mid-air, little Remy trying to control himself.

"What's wrong?"

The little girl suddenly opened one eye, and she no longer had the strength to open the other.

"Uh-uh..."

Little Remy felt guilty for his thoughts, he hurriedly covered up, walked over again, and began to continue rummaging through the cabinets to search.

"If you're hungry, or you'll eat me, zombie brother."

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

Little Remy heard the little girl's words, limped for a moment, and then just pretended not to hear it, and continued to walk towards the house.

When he came back, he stood in front of the girl with an expired lollipop he had rummaged through.

"Snap."

The lollipop fell to the ground.

The little girl was no longer breathing, and her weak body finally couldn't support it.

Little Remy felt endless loss, and what awaited him next might be even longer loneliness.

Somewhat tired, he leaned back on the sofa, leaned next to the little girl's body, and picked up the lollipop that had just fallen to the ground with his hand.

When it fell to the ground just now, it had broken into several pieces, but fortunately it was supported by wrapping paper.

He laboriously pulled open the wrapper, threw a few pieces of broken lollipop into his mouth, and threw away the plastic stick.

The candy didn't have any taste in his mouth, only a foreign body sensation.

It would have been his favorite taste.

Little Remy was disappointed in everything, and he especially wanted to cry, wanting to return to his mother's arms for a while.

But my mother is now dead.

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

There was a strange look in his eyes, and he swallowed a few lollipops like broken glass, and barely supported himself.

He wanted to go get the scissors in the room, and...

"Uh-uh (Zombie brother)"

Little Remy's body was suddenly stunned, looked back at the little girl's body, and found that she didn't know when her skin also turned blue-gray.

She didn't open her other eye before, and she didn't look weak.

"Uh (Let's go on an adventure together, shall we?)

She sat up and grabbed Remy's hand.

A gentle breeze blew open the curtains, allowing the setting sun to shine on the two of them.

Shined on the hands that were held together.