Chapter 73: something about us

-Squeak

Rotten old trees on the verge of decay, thick fog, overgrown weeds, and the foul smell of corpses. Dry branches dance in the wind. Piles of brush rustle.

It is a cemetery where it seems as if Michael Jackson might walk out at any moment, dancing to Thriller.

In the absence of any human presence, only the tombstones inscribed with the names and dates of birth and death of those who died on a certain day stand in a row like spectators in front of a ticket booth.

In harmony with the land stained with death, a full moon rises in the sky, piercing the darkness with its magical glow. And just as the moon reaches the top of the sky, a particularly large gravestone suddenly begins to shake.

-Squeak

-Squeak, squeak, squeak

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The tremors started out weak but gradually grew stronger. Even though there wasn’t a breeze, the shaking didn’t stop and only got worse. It sounded like an excavator digging up the ground.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would have been unable to contain their horror.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, there was no one in the graveyard at midnight, and as the shaking reached its peak without anyone to witness it, a few pebbles beneath the tombstone flew up, and a single, skeletal arm suddenly rose from the ground.

“Bake…”

With a dull groan, the arm flailed about like a fish out of water.

The pale hand, which did not seem human, scattered dirt in all directions, widening the hole.

From a size where only an arm could fit, it grew to a size where a person could pass through.

And then “it” revealed itself.

“Roast…”

Tangled black hair and cloudy eyes. Despite his disheveled appearance, his well-defined features hint at the beauty he once possessed as a boy.

But that is a story that remains in the past. No woman would be charmed by the boy as he is now.

His hair was thinning, and his rotten lips revealed his grayish gums. The neck below his face was covered with fine lines, as if it had been cut off and reattached.

Although it is covered with dirt in places, that does not completely hide its creepy appearance.

Finally, it slowly blinked its eyes and slowly opened its mouth. The same moaning sound slowly came out.

“Goo-woo, Goo-woo (Where am I?)…”

The boy looked around and soon found the tombstone he had uprooted. Kneeling down—at the same time, his kneecap pierced through his

flesh—he ran his trembling fingers over the tombstone, which bore a familiar name.
[Kim Sung-hyun 1999-2016]

“Gwoo-eo (What is this)…”

-Why is my tombstone here?

As the question arose, the memory of that night came flooding back.

That night, as he waited for the girl who might have become his first friend, the red-clad murderer attacked him and brutally tore him apart.

“Kwoo-eo (That damn woman)…”

Painful memories. Clenching his hands, whose nails had all fallen off, he relived those hateful memories. Black, sticky blood dripped onto the floor.

“Gwoo-eo-eong (I’ll kill you)!!”

Raging with anger, Seong-hyun raised his head and shouted with all his might. A cry like the howl of a beast echoed loudly through the quiet cemetery.

Thus began the revenge of the boy who had turned into a zombie.

(It doesn’t start)