Deadman Switch Vol. 4

At the market, if I saw food I wanted to feed Hohyun, I’d toss it in the cart without hesitation.

Honestly, I wanted to make food just for Hohyun and let the others fend for themselves, eating raw meat or grazing outside.

I wanted to snap at them to stop sneaking glances and mind their own business, but I held back. Hyun would get upset if I did.

I preferred to put him to bed, let him cry a lot, and focus on other things.

Living with him changed many things. I bought another pillow for the bed and placed his toothbrush next to mine. Our clothes sometimes got mixed up in the laundry. Instead of being unpleasant, it was fascinating to see ivory, sky blue, and mint-colored items mixed in with my usually monochrome clothes.

Standing on opposite sides of the door, I was in the hallway and he was at the entrance, it was just like when I first came here.

The bright hallway lights poured in from behind me. With the house lights turned off for our outing, it seemed even brighter.

I wrapped a scarf around his neck. Just before tying the knot, I noticed a scar crossing his neck. "It's still cold. It’s the late winter chill."

He nodded like a well-behaved child. "Keep this on until it gets warm and spring officially arrives."

I smiled faintly and finished tying the knot. "Okay, got it."

The scar was no longer visible.

Then, the silence was shattered by a chilling scream.

“Kyaaaa!”

It was a sound I couldn’t forget, even if I wanted to. Every time I thought I’d forgotten it, it would haunt my nightmares and torment me throughout the night.

Before my mind could process what was happening, my body reacted. I jerked suddenly, slamming my arm against the table. I barely felt the pain. He reacted the same way. His face hardened, and he turned his head quickly. His hand instinctively reached for something, as if searching for a weapon. Our eyes, which had diverged, snapped toward the source of the noise: the large TV mounted on the living room wall.

The protagonist, armed with a machine gun, stood atop a crumpled car, firing wildly. Below, zombies swarmed in a grotesque mass. Their faces, long decayed to a grayish hue, limbs hanging loosely, and pus oozing from wounds, were depicted with painstakingly realistic CGI. Did this movie even have zombies? I had chosen it more or less at random, based solely on the DVD case.

didn’t care. Our thighs were tightly pressed together, crushing my