I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 798 - 795: The End of Memories 2_1

Chapter 798: Chapter 795: The End of Memories 2_1

One day in her memory, under the escort of two patrol officers, she walked towards a home that was never hers. She stood at the entrance of the high-end community, peering through the waving shadows of the trees, towards the happy family that lived behind the window on the third floor.

She thought about a lot of things at that time, realizing that her life seemed to have been deficient from the very beginning compared to ordinary people.

The doodles of bears in her elementary school textbooks, the names carved on the wall inside the house where two people lived, the pair of little white shoes, washed threadbare, sitting on the window sill, all now started to take on a yellow hue from the beating of wind and rain in her memory.

And the mothballs, which she almost mistook for candy once, placed at the edge of her bed, were also filled with a kind of incomplete warmth.

The family of three was silhouetted around a table under the dim light, and the smallest figure seemed to be who she was from the beginning.

She thought of her father, a gambling addict, who after a period of time began to neglect her. Her existence gradually became blurred. Then, after another certain period, she stopped placing her hopes on that man. Since there was no fatherly love, she still had a mother.

But who would have known the love from that mother was no longer hers.

Every word she said was filled with a certain irony.

"Child, you have grown up. Your younger brother is still little. Your mother doesn’t have time to be by your side. After you finish college, your mother will help you find another job. Would that work? But please, don’t come looking for me when your father is around. That would ruin me!"

Standing at the gate of the apartment complex, feeling the people coming and going around her, and the unusual glances they threw at her, she self-mockingly chuckled.

Later, she and the two patrol officers came to her home. As expected, the house was completely empty. The desk that she had previously stayed up countless nights studying was now totally covered in dust. The textbooks, review materials, and notes on the bookshelf were all gone without a trace. Undoubtedly, they were probably stolen by her gambling-disorderly father to sell as waste paper.

But that was probably for the best. As remnants of her past had become lighter, so had she been able to move on.

When she left, she made one final request to the patrol officers— she wanted to take a walk.

Perhaps they had guessed something otherwise, the two patrol officers agreed and accompanied her wandering in the city. In half a day, she walked every place she had ever set foot in. These places were filled with memories, but with her arrival this time, these memories all crumbled, creating a blank.

In the end, she managed to escape when the two patrol officers were off guard. Perhaps they didn’t worry that such a fragile girl would escape. Hence they gave her a chance. She ran down streets of only black and white, or perhaps her world had already turned black and white.

Run, run, she ran desperately. She shook off the two patrol officers but still didn’t stop. She ran until she felt her lungs were about to explode, but she didn’t understand why she was running. She just numbly moved her legs, expending all her energy in running. Running, like a crazed runner!

As the oxygen started to deplete from her lungs, she began to feel dizzy. It was not until she sprinted out of the Urban area towards the suburbs that she realized it wasn’t jail she was afraid of but was on the run from this black and white world.

But the world was inherently colorful; only her eyes were the problem - she couldn’t escape.

Before her eyes was a winding railroad track. She stood there, dazed for quite a while. She tried hard to fill her world with some colors, but after a long time, nothing changed.

Thinking back on her life, she increasingly felt desperation. She walked onto the railroad tracks like a robot. At this moment, she was like a soulless puppet, devoid of the prior agility.

"It is all over now, goodbye..."

She murmured to herself hoarsely, and a breeze blew, lifting her hair at her temples. The surroundings were silent, eerily quiet, but the atmosphere also put her at ease. At least, she still had freedom.

All she wanted now was to be quiet, to think back on her life, especially the beautiful memories from her childhood.

She sat on the railroad tracks, her body slowly laid down in the middle of them, and felt the grass brushing against her cheek. An unprecedented warmth enveloped her. As such, she closed her eyes.

Only when the clear whistle sound of a train sounded in the distance did she open her eyes. The three big lights on the head of the train were somewhat harsh, and there was an inexplicable sense of terror. But Su Sigui didn’t move, perhaps she didn’t have the strength, or perhaps she just didn’t want to run anymore.

Again closing her eyes, she began to feel the thrill before her demise.

The driver in the train seemed to have spotted her too, honking the horn frantically, the horn ringing in her ears continuously, but did not move Su Sigui an iota.

Another gust of wind blew, lifting her black hair afloat, her feeble body awaited the larger-than-life object dragging five or six carriages to roll over her.

But when the train was about a hundred meters away from her, a man stood in front of her, blocking the sunlight. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel it, she opened her eyes, standing before her was a man, behind him was the sun, in her field of view, this man’s back seemed as luminous as the sun.

Facing the sunlight, as such, the man’s facial features were blurry. She watched him extend his hand towards her.

For some unknown reason, she also extended her hand, tightly gripping his cold fingers.

The man with the sun floating behind held her up forcefully; she felt an irresistible force from his hand. Her body was lightly lifted by him. His strength was amazing, so much so that it gave her an illusion, as if she returned to her childhood and was holding her father’s hand. At that time, her father’s hands were very strong.

Whoo~

The train sped past her, stirring up a gust of wind, which blew her hair flying. Turning her head, she saw the driver wipe cold sweat off his forehead with a rag, looking angrily at her.

"Continue living properly."

She anticipated this man would say something, but in the end, he only said this sentence. Later, he turned his back to her, leaving her his silhouette. From beginning to end, she never saw what this man looked like. She only knew his silhouette was very lonely, very desolated.

Her gaze seemed to gain some color.

And then, time reversed. The man came back, and the train that had left also reversed and drove past her. The man came and left. Until the train reached the distance, time returned to its normal flow.

But this time, she was not lifted by the man. Instead, she opened her eyes wide, stood up, and looked around blankly.

"Have I...come back again? Who...who could you be? No, not correct! The Zombie King...The Zombie King! I must stop him!"