The eyes of the zombie carpenter had been closed for a long time; it couldn't think yet, only instinctively feeling that closing its eyes to meet death might seem better.
At the very least, a bit of dignity remained.
Although it didn't understand what dignity meant, that didn't stop it from maintaining its own sense of dignity.
A long while passed.
It seemed like it was still alive.
An hour later, it slowly opened its eyes.
In front of it, the figures of the two people were long gone.
A glint of joy flickered through the zombie carpenter's vacant eyes, and it staggered around, picking up its woodworking tool, and started planing wood again.
Surviving a near-death experience, it began to plane wood as a form of celebration.
Shhh—
The pile of shavings on the ground grew larger as the zombie carpenter tilted its head to look at them vacantly.
A barely audible, heavy sigh escaped.
