【Community Activities | Stories of Voices】The Last Voice

We don't seem like the creatures that shoot and scream at us.

"Run! Run!"

Although in my eyes, I think we are similar to them: about the same height, about the same facial features, about the same limbs, and about the same size...their bodies are always intact, and many of us have No hands, feet, nose, or eyes, but that doesn't make me think we're any different from them, because I've seen them without hands, feet, nose, or eyes. If I had to say one thing that made us different from them, it would be sounds, because they can make many, many syllables, and we can only make "ah, ah" sounds.

Ah, maybe it's because they didn't understand us, so even though we just wanted to chat with them, they always gave us a look of extreme panic.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

But why can I understand them and they can't understand us?

"boom!"

At the same time, why would they shoot us in the head because they didn't understand us? As my companions lay down from being shot in the head, I couldn't help staring at their expressions and thinking: Why do they look like they think we're going to kill them?

It was them who were clearly the one who killed.

"No! We have to run! There are too many... too many—"

It's them who call us by that name.

"Zombie!"

I don't remember how I was born in this world--maybe as long as I remember it and know how they were born, then I might understand why they call us by that name, and how they Always show us the reason for that panicked look.

I've lived in this city since I was conscious, controlled by fear and anger every day: intimidation comes from being killed, because every now and then we are killed by them for no reason, as if every step we take A comrade leaves; anger comes from witnessing comrades being killed - we never intended to attack them, but they would scream and shoot whenever they saw us, and of course we would be so angry that we wanted to kill them...

Um? When you think about it, don't we just want to kill them?

Do not. I watched my companion walking slowly beside me, and found the wound on his neck that never stopped bleeding, and affirmed the answer to this question: no. Even so, we never wanted to kill them.

Because our attack will not kill them, but only make them our companions.

In other words, we just want them to be us and save our lives.

Isn't this what normal people think? Most people think this way, right?

"Crack." A very faint strange voice suddenly sounded next to it, which immediately caught my attention. I glanced over, and in a bloody atmosphere, I saw a lot of things that would hinder my progress, a lot of things that would make me bleed, sharp objects, and...

Something that doesn't look like it's being blown by the wind.

what is that? I tried to see the thing clearly, and in the blurred red vision I saw a small thing waving, it looked... I raised my hand and found that it looked like my hand, but I only had Four fingers, and that thing has five.

Um?

Curiosity made me try to walk at my fastest speed, but I didn't know what my feet had hit, and my vision immediately turned gray, and I felt as if my head was being pressed by something. Ah, I seem to have "fallen".

I've heard them call it "fall down".

I ordered my vision to move, and soon I found again from the gloom those comrades who were slowly advancing ahead... ah...they are on one side, that means that one is on the other side...I ordered myself to look - unless something unique The smell of the scent leads us, otherwise it would take us a while to move to our line of sight, because after a "fall" we would lose our sense of direction for a short time.

Fortunately, I did. I found that little thing waving hard on my head... eh? It looked like it wasn't this tall just now.

Um. never mind.

I reached out to the little thing, and it grabbed one of my fingers, which made me realize that it was a tiny, tiny hand... What? Is it a hand? If it was a hand, it should be attached to my body like me, right? So I ordered myself to look higher, and then I felt my body being squeezed, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed... Then, I finally saw the body with the little hands attached.

It's them".

When I saw the body, I understood by the smell that it was theirs, but at the same time that conclusion didn't seem right because he was so different from my size. He is only the size of my arm.

Also, he didn't make the look that he was about to shoot us.

"Woo ha ha!" He squeezed my fingers and called out in a very soft voice: "Ha ha!"

I've never heard them make such a noise.

Well, maybe he didn't come from them. However, he is not us either.

So what is he? I seem to... have seen a body like this.

"Ah..." Suddenly, a companion's voice came from behind me, and then I heard his footsteps approaching me slowly. I guess he was attracted by the sound of this tiny body... um. Maybe I could ask him what this tiny body was playing with my fingertips.

So, I tried to ask him when he came around, but no matter how much I called out "ah, ah", I didn't get a response. My companion just approached this tiny body and stretched out his hand to him...

Um? "Ah..." What do you want to do to him?

no respond.

He tried to touch him, and his tiny body made a sound of "Uuuuuuuuuu!" and let go of me. I recognize the sound, it's the sound they usually make when they meet us, and the guy who made him make that sound is my mate.

Do not. He shouldn't have made that sound.

He is not them. Is he not them?

He is not one of those who would attack us for no reason, nor one who would fear and run away when they saw me. Moreover, he just made a unique voice like "Ahaha!". Thinking of this, I tried to explain to my partner, but he ignored me. He just grabbed this tiny body and wanted to make him us—

Do not.

You can't do that. "Ah...ah..."

Hey, is he not them? Why do you want him to be us? "Ah..."

Can't let you do this.
"dad."

Such a sentence suddenly sounded in my head, as if it was addressed to me, but I didn't understand what it meant. I only knew that a strange feeling spread out in my body, which gave me the ability to control my body well. I saw myself throw down on my companion and let him let go of that tiny body.

"Woooo!" The tiny body cried out after falling to the ground, "Woooo!"

Do not. Don't make this sound.

Don't let him make that noise.
"Dad? What's wrong with you?"

The strange sound came in my head again, and then I saw that my vision was blurred.

Why?

I want to find out what's going on, but unfortunately, I don't have the time.

"Aah! Aah!" my companion suddenly yelled, and more and more "we" came towards us. They saw the tiny body, they heard his cry, and they wanted to turn him into us and reached out to him.

no.
"Mom...No! No! That's Dad! Don't shoot!"

I set out and covered that tiny body with my own body without hesitation, just to keep my companion from touching him, but my companion ignored my presence and started pressing on me one by one, And then tore my body again, just to get his hands.

no. Can't leave.

I carefully stared at the tiny body that was covered by me, and when he saw me, he made a sound of "Ahaha! Ahaha!"...

Ah, I remember what that sound was.
This is laughter , a voice that represents "happiness"... But what is happiness?

Speaking of which, why do I know that my hand is my hand? Why do I know the sense of direction? Why do I know to panic? Why do I know anger? Why do I know "us" and "them"? Why-

will i be here?
"Haha! Dad, what are you doing! You will be scolded by mom for doing this!"

When the voice sounded in my head again, I seemed to see a familiar face with a beautiful expression.
However, I have no way of knowing who this expression belongs to.

"boom!"

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