"Chen Nusheng, what are you doing, that's your child! Let him go! Ahhh! You heartless brute, let him go!"
A roar!
In the middle of a wide street, a zombie in shabby work clothes lifted a little boy about five or six years old. A middle-aged woman stood next to the zombie, holding its hand tightly.
The zombie, called Chen Nusheng, stood there as if the woman's shouts had recalled some of its consciousness. It hesitated, struggling to lay a bite on the young boy.
"Chen Nusheng! Nusheng! Wake up! It's me, it's me, your wife! This is Little Bo, Chen Little Bo, your son! Wake up!" The woman cried out joyfully, her tears flowing freely as Chen Nusheng seemed to awaken.
"Chen Nusheng, let go of Little Bo, let him go. You are going to hurt him, let him go now!"
Chen Nusheng really put down Little Bo. The woman became excited, hugging Chen Nusheng, saying happily, "Husband, have you woken up? That's great, maybe you're becoming human again, how wonderful... Ah, Chen Nusheng, you…"
