My Girlfriend and My Commute to School.

I'm trudging through my daily life, clumsily as it may be———. One day, humanity abruptly, suddenly, unexpectedly, one day, at some moment—without any warning, announcement, prior information, premonition, prophecy, or foresight—went extinct. No, to be precise, we didn't "cease to exist." Humanity "became" what is called zombies. What that means, whose intentions brought this about———that is a matter only God knows, but I don't concern myself with it, nor do I give it a second thought. It's just that I, apparently, retain memories from before death(?) quite persistently, and every day I trudge through—clumsily—tracing my memories, my footprints, myself, my daily life. Is it fun? It is fun? Surprisingly so. *Though written in a serialized style, this is a short story. Also being published on 'Kakuyomu.'