After the apocalypse broke out, he went to find them.
But they didn't open the door for him.
They were afraid of him.
A person who had once died, reappearing in front of them, meant that he was like the monsters outside, a zombie.
Dad even threw a ball of fire at him, and when they saw the black blood on him, their eyes were filled with undisguised horror.
Everyone knows what black blood means.
To be honest, that was also the first time he saw his own blood.
It turned out, his blood was the same as the monsters outside, black.
The disgust and fear of his parents, the roars of the monsters, made him understand that there was no going back.
He vaguely knew he had died once, but he had never truly revived.
He had just become a walking dead monster.
At that moment, he felt that he had lost the whole world.
The filthy self was no different from those bloodthirsty monsters.
Since then, he never saw them again.
Until now.
Meeting without recognition.
