Spare Me, Uncle Corpse

The day the apocalypse came, everyone was running. But I was held tightly by a "dead man." "Little thing, don't run. Uncle will take care of you." In others' eyes, he's a zombie. In my words, he's Uncle Corpse. Others avoid the zombie tide, but before him, they're just obedient dogs. But I gradually realized— The more "normal" he becomes, the less human I seem. The more he protects me, the more wrong this world feels. Zombie tides, human hearts. While crying "Spare me, Uncle Corpse," I'm forced in this absurd apocalypse to slowly become... another him. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Spare Me, Uncle Corpse — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠