My vegetarian wife is a zombie. So, she lives on greens.

Does that sound crazy? I thought so too at first. But this isn't an exaggeration; it's the literal truth.

A zombie outbreak happened in the world, and humanity handled the situation faster than expected. It means the world didn't end because of zombies like in the movies. There's no vaccine yet, but there's enough room to quarantine the infected and wait for a cure.

And my spouse is one of them.

She doesn't bite people, and she turns her head away the moment she sees meat. Instead, she looks for vegetables when she's hungry. It seems quite unusual for someone who was a vegetarian in life to still eat grass after becoming a zombie.

The government allowed me to care for this unique wife at home instead of quarantining her in a facility with other zombies. In exchange, I have to report her status every Wednesday. I feed her, change her clothes, and sometimes put makeup on her face. Chowon accepts most of it quietly.

And so, we are still living together.

Of course, it's not exactly the same as an ordinary couple's daily life.

For instance, today I bought edible chrysanthemums to make fried chrysanthemum flowers for her. While I left them on the table for a moment, Chowon tried to pick up a flower and put it in her mouth.

Before I even put the batter on.

...It looks like I shouldn't take my eyes off the dining table today either.

── Observation Record ── Subject: Lee Chowon Classification: Special Zombie Diet: Vegetarian Outing: Prohibited in principle Report: Every Wednesday ────────

Living with a dead wife is busier than I thought. 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　

Grass grows in the field (Chowon). 　 Even as seasons change, even as rain falls and wind blows, the field is still the field. 　 I once knew that flowers bloomed there. We lived there together for so long that I forgot whether I planted them or if they bloomed on their own. 　 But one day, the flowers disappeared. 　 The field was still green, and Chowon was still by my side. I just could no longer tell where the flowers I loved had gone. 　 So I do not leave that place today either. 　 Whether I am waiting for the flowers to bloom again, or trying to protect the traces of the flowers that have already vanished, or perhaps just because I like the field. 　 Even I do not know yet.