The Girl Wants to Be Murdered

TL/Editor: Butter Cat

Status: 4/week mon-thurs

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〈 Chapter 99 〉 888. The Chapter of the Girl and the Zombie (11)

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Was it perhaps heaven's wrath, something that fragile human bodies were not even permitted to face.

April 4th, 2018.

That is, on the day when, despite shivering in the unseasonable cold snap, I was realizing that I was gently crossing the threshold of spring upon seeing the small flower buds gradually forming on the cherry trees.

On the streets bathed in the warm sunlight of the gradually warming weather, joy and an inexplicable lightness could be seen on the faces of people passing by, and the shopkeepers opening their stores seemed more energetic than usual.

And—

"—I'm going to the supermarket, my princess! Is there anything you want? Or anything you'd like to eat! Ah, how about the dakgangjeong you said was delicious last time?"

"Heehee~ It's okay, Mom! Instead, you have to go and come back safely? I'll be waiting for you right here!"

"....Mommy and Daddy will try our absolute hardest to come back as quickly as possible!"

It was no exception for this family here, either.

The sight of the family embracing each other tightly, as if no misfortune could tear apart this close-knit relationship

If you were to look at their smiling faces, brighter than anyone else's, you would never believe that they had once faced great hardship and crisis, and that even the final relationship of having to support each other to the end was on the verge of being twisted and collapsing.

But like a treasured sword (?), born after countless repetitions of being hammered and forged in a blazing inferno.

Or like a jewel, washed and cut for days and nights in a vibrating machine, eventually emerging as a brilliantly shining as the stars themselves.

Swish—

"Have a safe trip~!"

"Yes, yes! We'll be back—Hee-ah!"

They were able to miraculously solve the problems that had plagued them with the birth of their long-awaited child.

For that family, which had been tempered and hardened like sharp steel in a raging storm, there was nothing left in the world to fear anymore.

"—Heehee."

This is the story of my precious treasure, my family, and my devotion to them.

The story of a small blacksmith who vowed to make a family, who had been living more passionately and arduously than anyone else in this difficult world, live a beautiful and happy life using her worthless life───

—Bang, bang!

['He-Hee-ah? Can you hear me? Listen carefully to what I say?!']

"....Mom?"

However, if there was just one thing.

If there was one thing that small blacksmith had overlooked.

—Thump, thump, thump!

['Even without Mommy, our smart Hee-ah can live well…!? Mommy and Daddy love you, we love you───Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!']

"No.... No. Mom....! Mommyyyyy──!!"

It was that humans are, after all, beings living precariously each day in the great open maw of death.

That they are frail beings who could be slowly swallowed whole at even the slightest whim of death, a fact she had forgotten.

Yes.

──Beep,──Beep.

"Ah........"

My world was already.

My precious family, that is, the flower garden I had vowed to dedicate my entire life to making happy, was already.

In the face of a sudden gust of wind, as if the years of effort were meaningless, not even a single small seed remained.

With a soft click.

Along with that momentary sound of the mobile phone call disconnecting.

Truly, so futilely.

Truly, so vainly.

──Click,──Click,──Click.

"Please... Please.... Mom...!"

['.............']

"No… NooOOO───!!"

Uprooted and swept away completely.

A failure who had been lulled into a false sense of peace, failing to see reality.

"....Ah."

The price that came upon that failure was a horrifying one, far exceeding the single momentary mistake she made.

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—Step, step.

"In an instant, everything disappeared....."

I failed.

A contradiction (??) where the one who should die lives, and the one who should live dies.

Unable to admit that unacceptable ending, I started walking towards the kitchen, where darkness lingered without light.

One step at a time.

My footsteps were headed towards the drawer where the cutlery was stored.

Towards the small fruit knife used for peeling, tucked away inside.

Tap, tap, with the sound of my footsteps, devoid of strength.

Carving my own incompetence into each of my footprints left on the floor, I walked towards the object of my purpose.

And finally, as I reached the kitchen and extended my hand forward, a somewhat cold, plastic handle of a paring knife was wrapped in my hand.

—Shing.

".........."

That sharp glint that my parents usually prevented me from even going near, saying it was dangerous.

But that dangerous object came into my hand so easily, so unbelievably simply, as if those past memories were all lies.

The fact that there was no longer a mother to stop me from entering the kitchen, no beloved father, no one at all.

".......Ha."

It was the moment when that empty space finally became real.

Clink. I took out the knife and carefully examined its sharp edge under the light.

What I could see was that it wasn't exactly a good knife.

Though sharp now, after being used a few times the edge would quickly dull, becoming unable to even cut my own neck easily later, just a cheap fruit knife sold at neighborhood convenience stores.

Of course, it was unreasonable to expect a knife meant for peeling fruits like apples to be able to cut through tough muscles and hard bones, but still, it was disappointing nonetheless.

".........."

If used properly, it would probably be good for about twenty or thirty people.

The blade would start chipping as it hit bones, and the sharp edge would gradually dull as it cut through tough muscles.

After that, it might be better to just use office scissors that could be found lying around somewhere.

At least those wouldn't suddenly break and scatter into pieces.

—Swish.

"..........."

Yes.

If, by any chance, I were to be bitten by those things and couldn’t end my life as a human being—

—I'll keep the scissors in mind.

"....Scissors."

It might not be such a bad way to go.

What I was about to do now was something anyone who knew the 'me' until now would have asked if I had lost my mind.

A reckless act that couldn’t be understood even with the excuse of still being a child.

But.

"....This is fine."

Such things didn't matter to me.

Because—

"—Because this is the end, anyway."

Because there was no longer any meaning for me to live.

Because in this place where my flowers had withered, there wasn't a single shred of value in surviving on and pursuing happiness, not even a speck of dust.

A gardener who couldn't even protect their own small garden naturally loses their usefulness.

There were more than enough reasons to die.

And the reasons to live had long been trampled upon and crushed into oblivion.

All that remained for me now was to sacrifice myself and appease the resentment of the dead.

Like in a movie, it would be like a scene where everything is consumed by an all-encompassing fire.

An ending where the protagonist, the villain, the supporting characters, everyone in the movie are engulfed in a magnificent explosion.

Like the image of the remaining family member clutching the bodies of their dead family, shedding tears and choosing to take their own life.

Therefore.

"Everyone, this is really the end."

With the knife firmly gripped in my right hand, I prepared to go outside, where those pitiful corpses who had even abandoned death lay in wait.

['Dammit—! Hwa-min, Yeon-ah! Everyone run, don't look back!!']

".....?"

That is, until I heard that sound.

—Tak, tak!

['What is with these things! They're multiplying!? Did they gather like, every single one of them in the area or something!?']

['Th-then what do we do now, Jung-eun sunbae?! The path we came from earlier is completely blocked too...!!']

['Fuck....fuck....!!']

"—Ah?"

As I was about to leave the house, knife in hand, I heard a small commotion from outside, sounds filled with life.

Frozen with the knife still in my hand, I walked towards the firmly shut front door and opened it as if entranced, wanting to confirm the source of that sound.

And there, with wide open eyes, I saw three women holding up their weapons, still resisting despite being surrounded by zombies.

That was my first encounter with them.

A new story unfolding with them, who approached me as I sat weeping sadly on my knees in front of a flower bed where my precious flowers had withered, and the rotten seeds buried, a flower bed devastated by an unexpected disaster.

In the wake of a typhoon, rich nutrients that had settled deep beneath the surface of the water are brought up.

And in the wake of a wildfire, new life blooms, using the burnt trees as fertilizer.

"The long life I’ve lived until now was all for—"

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"—For this single, short moment."

Swish. I opened my closed eyes.

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At the end of an arduous journey through the hordes and hordes of dead, we were finally able to come up to the surface.

The zombies chasing us were tangled up in front of the narrow and steep escalator, so fortunately, we were able to escape the dangerous situation.

But the world spread before us as we sighed in relief was.

"—What, is this."

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