Zombie Kiss Volume 3: Beauty, Corpses, Killer
I knew a man…
He had a friendly smile,
And was always helping others.
But I could feel that under his smile…
Something was hidden.
Something mysterious, cold, and frightening,
Like an endless rabbit hole.
The man’s name was…
Is this a joke…?
That was her thought, but the young girl’s throat was dry and the hands that held the sketchbook was shaking.
This is a story…surely a story…or maybe Namfon was playing a prank on me. Didn’t seem like her. And this is a really bad prank.
Lilith glanced around the void classroom. It made her feel lost.
Was it this late already? So quiet…why are there no teachers or janitors around?
The girl shook creepy thoughts away. She stood up, and her eyes caught on a message at a corner of the book.
Vengeance…is the dark side of love.
If love is a bond that never ceases,
Vengeance is the anger that never fades.
The more the love, the more the hate,
Intertwined like a spider web
That never let its prey go
Lilith… my dearest friend.
Before we graduate and go our separate ways for college, I have something I must confess.
Actually, I should have said this from the first day we met, but no matter how much I wanted to spill everything I hid, I was a coward and didn’t know where to start.
That’s because… my sins were too grave to forgive.
Three years after that happened and I am still haunted by it every single day. I cannot bear to repeatedly wake up after a nightmare any longer.
I hope confessing everything in this friendship notebook to you would calm my troubled heart, even if a little.
Even if you do not forgive me…
At least, I hope…
That you would read this until the end. Continue reading
Da ended the call after she finished telling her ‘Angel’s Corpse’ story on the late night show.
She sighed and hugged her pillow. After sharing her experiences with a bunch of strangers, the stress coiled inside her began to unwind. Maybe it’s because sharing her worries relaxed her mind.
Funny. She’d only ever listened to this program. She never thought she would be the one telling stories.
Then her phone rang. Continue reading
Shin drove aimlessly on the road as slow as a turtle crawling. There was a honk from the cars behind as all the cars passed him. The man didn’t care. It was past 1 am., but Shin did not want to go home.
‘Did not want to go’ was not as accurate as ‘too scared to go’.
But the man had nowhere else to be and no one else to depend on. He didn’t know how to explain to others that ‘a corpse in my room turned into a Pop’. Instead of getting an advice, he would be the joke of the century.
The only one who would believe him was Da, his ex fiancee.
But because of pride and ego, he could not go back to his ex.
If he called, she would say ‘see, I told you.’ Deep in his mind, he was more afraid of being an embarrassment than confronting the Angel’s Corpse. Continue reading
The day after Shin’s fight with Da, nothing was out of the ordinary.
He woke up in his bed, ate breakfast, took a shower, drove to present his work, and came back with indifference. He didn’t feel sad, guilty, or empty. Without Da, his life flowed as usual, as if her disappearance wasn’t anything major.
Women are all the same. They would ask for a breakup after a quarrel. When they calmed down, they would come back eventually.
That’s right. He’s not in the wrong here.
Da was the one who made him lose a good sum of money from selling the Angel’s Corpse. If he had more time to negotiate, he would be able to raise the price. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that whatever number he named, the buyer would pay it to get his Angel’s Corpse. Continue reading
Love… is from the bottom of the heart.
Even death cannot put an end to love.
But sometimes, desires sprouting from love…
Can drive a person to death.
“Why is it still here!?”
Da screeched the moment she opened the door. She heard that someone rented the corpse, and they will return to their former happy life, so she came to Shin’s room to invite him to go shopping.
But her good mood crumbled when she saw Shin humming a tune while decorating the black coffin, the Angel’s Corpse sitting quietly beside him.
Da thought she saw the corpse’s red lips smirking at her.
“Something happened to the guy who rented her.”
Shin replied as he decided where to put a black ribbon.
“Something? What kind of thing?”
Da demanded an answer, her heart filled with anxiety.
“Nothing. The TV show producer who rented her had a heart failure and died.” Continue reading