I know she's been around for a long time, but I started caring about her a year and 25 days ago.

I was a conductor on bus 18, and she was an employee at the 24 o'clock convenience store on the corner of the road.

I don't know how I was born, how I managed to live peacefully with most zombies, and I don't even know if I'm a living raccoon or a dead zombie raccoon. In short, when the moon rises at night, I can't suppress my hunting instincts, and no matter how full I eat, I will go to various places to feed. During the day, he follows the assignment of the city core and works as a conductor on the 18 bus.

She looks gentle and quiet, with long hair, she should be a careful and persevering zombie, because zombies generally have blood and mildew on their bodies, and their long hair will be wiped into a mess. And she's always so white, so she's supposed to be a super good zombie girl.

Because she is a super good zombie girl, no matter how tired I was from the hunt the night before, I would insist on washing the blood stains off that wide-brimmed hat, and at the same time, I would also take care of my tan fur in a soft and flowing manner.

I always crawled out of the cave at 8:50 a.m., climbed onto bus No. 18 at 9 a.m., and spent 10 minutes collecting enough 'tickets' from the zombies of those passengers. At this time, the bus happened to pass by the convenience store, and I would jump off the bus with my wide-brimmed hat and walk slowly into the convenience store from the crossing, which happened to be 9:12.

Before entering the store, I would use my paws to tuck my fluffy tail together because I didn't want to bother her by knocking over the items on the shelves... Well, I'm lying, in fact, it's to apply the liquid secreted by the root of the tail to the center of the claws, we raccoons, the claws will be more sensitive when the palms are wet,

In this way, I can feel the residual warmth of her finger touch more clearly.

When I enter the store, I pick up a copy of the Raccoon City Morning because I like to see what new Dr. Zombie has produced. and a bottle of fat-free T virus serum in a blue bottle, worth 50 grams of flesh and blood, because I am only a low-level raccoon after all, although there is a certain amount of antitoxicity, but eating flesh and blood containing a lot of T virus for a long time, I really can't stand it, and I need serum to neutralize it.

Most of the zombie staff on the bus would give me my little finger or ear as a ticket, so I had a bunch of these small pieces of flesh that were completely disproportionate to the large pieces of flesh with my thumb, because I had obsessive-compulsive disorder and was very balanced, so I had to consume these small pieces of flesh first.

I gave her two ears and two little fingers because I was balanced. In fact, I know that the flesh I gave was a little more than the list price, and I also knew that she would secretly gnaw off the extra bit of flesh and eat it into her stomach. I don't know if a little help will help her survive the night's hunt, but that's all I can do, and any more will bring the attention of the city's core and ruin her.

When writing receipts, she would always ask me with her eyes: Do you need a bag?

I smiled in return for her kindness, then shook my head because I was too small to drag my bag to the floor.

I put the newspaper under the armpit of my left arm, and with my right hand I used my thumb, ring finger, and little finger to pick up a blue bottle of fat-free T-virus serum, and I picked up a straw with my index and middle fingers, because I was also careful about balancing my fingers.

She would always put the receipt on the center of my spread left paw, and I could feel the afterglow of her finger touch, and I could clearly feel the temperature of her fingers, which was slightly higher than the other cold zombies.

I smiled contentedly, then nodded, thanking her for her hospitality.

I would be at the door of the convenience store at 24 o'clock, looking at the low-level zombies that occasionally passed by, and the buses that had been running for a long time, carefully recalling the gentle touch she brought in the heart of the claw, until I could no longer feel a little temperature, and I was stunned, and the T virus serum had just finished drinking.

After drinking the serum, I will meticulously close the cap and put it in the trash. Because I didn't want the serum to spill out and cause unnecessary trouble for her to clean up the trash can.

I held the newspaper in my hand because I wasn't tall enough.

Before I left, I would look at her again, because I didn't know if I would survive the fight every night.

She seemed to realize that I was looking at her, and she would always smile shyly.

Yesterday morning, my habits were the same.

But I suddenly realized that at some point, the large piece of flesh with the thumb that I had saved was more than the small one, so I took a large one.

When I handed her the half of her palm, she was stunned.

We looked at each other for a few seconds before I asked:

"Little sister zombie, don't you need change?"

Somehow, we thought it was funny at the same time, and laughter filled the entire 24-hour convenience store. This is the first time I've heard her laugh, or rather, it's actually the first time I've heard her voice, low and hoarse, with the friction sound peculiar to the structure of the zombie vocal cords, which is not good, but I take it for granted that it sounds very comfortable.

The laughter stopped, and I said again: "Miss Zombie, I'm done laughing, I still have to make change, right? ”

She embarrassedly took out 100 grams of standard pieces of flesh cut into squares and gave it to me, and I asked again unforgivingly:

"Miss Zombie, you won't forget to give change again tomorrow, right?"

She smiled and wanted to answer, but after her lips squirmed, she glanced at the zombie stevedores not far away vigilantly, and finally conveyed her meaning with her eyes:

Tomorrow, she must be ready to wait for me in advance.

She's not the kind of pretty female zombie who 'talks with her eyes', but I easily understood what she was looking at. At the same time, I also know that a zombie with complete wisdom like her can't easily speak, and once noticed by those zombies with a huge number of chaotic intelligence, she will definitely die worse than those prey that unfortunately fall into the mouth of the zombies.

Actually, yesterday was the penultimate day of my work as a bus conductor on No. 18, because I always gave her flesh and blood, and the city core still noticed me. So I was assigned a new, more dangerous post, from which I will leave tomorrow. I am not afraid of danger, I only hope that she is not affected by me and punished by the city core.

Before leaving, I always felt like I had to do something.

I prepared a hollow thumbed palm, then cut flesh from the less important part of my body and filled it in.

This is the inspiration given to me by the video on the big screen outside the Silver * Mall when I went home yesterday, but unfortunately, Astro Boy was chasing Dr. Tyrant again, and half of the wall collapsed with a hammer, so that I couldn't see the rest of the plot. What should I do when I stuff my own flesh and blood? Will I just give it to her raw? Do I need to put it in the oven and bake it and sprinkle some cumin to taste?

When I went out this morning, I put a bow tie around my neck for the first time in history, trying to look as gentlemanly as possible, dragging the ragdoll bear off the bus, and when I thought that I would see her soon, I felt a trace of tension and anticipation in my heart.

After all, this is my agreement with her.

It's here!

When I walked briskly and entered the convenience store on time as usual, I was so nervous that I couldn't breathe! Fortunately, with a shallow, sweet smile on her face, my nervousness was eliminated a lot, and I quickly relaxed.

With my hands behind my back and the half of the prepared 'filling' palm behind my back, I was a little impatient to hand over the bag of flesh to her.

Can she eat it, does it contain the taste of me?

Can this smell leave a trace in her heart? I asked softly in my heart.