Chapter 49 8. Legislation

"Are you ready for the speech tomorrow afternoon?" Dad asked Mom at the table during lunch on Wednesday. "Of course, I can't improvise for such an important meeting." Mom scooped up the soup with a spoon, "I've revised it several times." "What's your position?" "My point of view is very clear, I do not support the law allowing any act of actively turning into a living dead." "I think you should replace 'not supporting' with 'against'." "Honey." Mom looked at Dad, "I think you should allow me to maintain an independent opinion on such an important matter, instead of forcing me to agree with you."

At noon this day, our family of four happened to be having lunch at home, and their conversation aroused my curiosity.I asked, "You're talking about creating the Living Dead Act?" "That's right, your dad and I are going to the first panel discussion on this bill tomorrow," Mom said. "I've never been able to figure it out, cough...why are so many people willing to take the initiative to become the living dead?" My brother shrugged his shoulders and said. "That's not the case. Those who participated in the parade and expressed their support for becoming the living dead don't necessarily mean that they want to become the living dead themselves." Dad stopped eating and said seriously. "It's like the fierce debate on the abolition of the death penalty. In fact, most people will never have anything to do with the death penalty, but they are still keen to participate in expressing their opinions as a manifestation of emphasizing human rights."

Brother nodded: "In general, both of you are opposed to the establishment of the "Living Dead Act"?" "It's not against the bill, it's against voluntarily becoming a living dead. I support the Living Dead Act if it's used to limit it," Dad said. "What if...you didn't become a living dead on your own initiative, but got infected by accident?" I asked tentatively. "Of course there are no legal issues involved. People who are accidentally infected are pathetic patients." "Will the bill mention what will happen to these accidentally infected people?" I tried to pretend it was just a casual question.

Dad thought for a while: "Although it is not yet time to formulate specific regulations, as far as I know, experts have shown two different attitudes when talking in private." "Oh, what is it?" "One is to maintain the current situation. Each city collects the living dead in one place to isolate and close them. However, some experts pointed out that if the living dead are really immortal, there will inevitably be a problem: as time goes by , the number of living dead will continue to increase, and finally make the earth overwhelmed. Therefore, they proposed a second bill-humane destruction of all people who have become living dead. For example, throw them into a high-temperature furnace or incinerate Corpse stove, anyway, the living dead don't feel pain, so there's no need to be cruel..."

"Hmm..." I finally couldn't help it anymore, the nausea that had been surging since just now broke out, I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom. When I returned to the dining room, my mother was blaming my father: "During the meal, why did you talk about such disgusting topics. Are you okay, Luo Chen?" Dad looked a little sorry: "I didn't expect to make you so uncomfortable. It's all my fault. I forgot the occasion." "Well, it's okay." I ate with my head down, hiding my unnaturalness, but my brother still noticed it, and he asked, "Luo Chen, cough... cough, why are you so sensitive about this issue?"

"No, it's just that thinking about that image makes me sick to my stomach." Damn, I'm sick to my stomach again when I say that. "I think the issues you are concerned about...ahem...seem to be different from ours." Just when I didn't know how to answer, my mother changed the topic: "Lawson, your cough is getting worse and worse. What's going on? Have you been checked by the hospital?" "No, it's just a cough, it's nothing serious." My brother said disapprovingly. My mother sighed and said, "It's all because I'm too busy at work, which makes you delay for so long. It seems that I have to accompany you to the hospital this afternoon."

"Okay, Mom, I'm not a child, I know it myself." My brother said. While they were talking, I hurriedly finished my lunch and left the dining room. For the next two nights, Feng Lun and I went to the center of the living dead for testing on time. The practical experience in the next two days is not much different from the previous one—we visited Mr. “Bach” and Mr. “Schwarzenegger” in Area C, and the “Little Hedgehog” who lived in Area E this year. Mr. "Bach" is an avid classical music lover. It is said that his collection of old records and CDs can open a video store.After becoming a living dead, at the request of his wife, the staff of the Center for the Living Dead agreed to play classical music frequently in the room where he lived.It is worth mentioning that Mr. "Bach" still maintained his love for these musics during his lifetime. He often sat quietly in a chair and listened to them for hours, enjoying them quite a lot.

Mr. "Schwarzenegger" was a bodybuilding enthusiast before. Although his strong and strong muscles cannot be compared with the real former governor of California, they are scary enough. What surprised us is that his well-developed muscles are changing He didn't shrink after surviving the dead. In this regard, he is luckier than the real Schwarzenegger.I'm glad that it wasn't him who the vice president proposed to have close contact with the living dead that day. What shocked me the most was the boy named "Little Hedgehog". According to the vice president, he was just eight years old when he became a living dead.And the strange thing is that none of his family members, classmates, or friends were infected with the zombie virus, but he was the only one who was infected.The deputy dean said that the reason why the boy became a living dead is still a mystery until now - people in the research center speculate that the virus may have grown naturally in his body.But this is just speculation after all, without any direct evidence as support.

"Little Hedgehog" is the most unforgettable among the living dead I have seen.He is so small, his immature face and thin body are still looking forward to growth and development, but he is eternally stuck in this eight-year-old time.Moreover, the state he presented after becoming a living dead is poignant—he still maintains a trace of a child's nature, and is more active and active than the average adult living dead.In his room, there are toys and books brought by his parents, and the image of him playing with these things almost breaks my heart.I can't imagine how cruel it would be if such a cute little living dead person had to be thrown into the cremator one day.

Perhaps, now is not the time for me to worry about others, and all the tragic and terrible things I imagine may be my own future destiny.