On September 19, Wakako left the apartment wearing in her everyday clothes without disguising herself today.
It’s difficult for her to continue walking at the demonstration with the appearance to look like a male wearing secret boots.
Still more, it isn’t necessary to change her figure when she join the crowd of people.
Of course she is wearing the mask today.
But, this isn’t for disguise and is for protecting.
The guys–they are the invisible particles– have ruled over this city Tokyo.
“They are fuckin’ radioactive materials!! I don’t want to let those fellows to enter in my body even one particle” She often talks herself so.
“In the first place all the people who introduced nuclear power plant into this country already would be under the graveyards.
And, the scientists who believed innocently that they could control a nuclear power, and create it would sleep comfortably being eaten by maggots under their grave without knowing anything? They’re the people like a child who couldn’t solve if they would make playing with matches, and cry.They suck ass!!”
She continues muttering in her mind.
Wakako wants to beat up on those fellows who produced nuclear power and died without taking the responsibility, and foolish people who brought a nuclear power plant into Japan, and promoted it.
She imaged that how fine if she could stab and kill them until they were honeycombed.
Although a few of a politician and a bureaucrat who promoted a nuclear power plant are still living persistently making a sorry display of themselves, they were reduced to the old men wearing their ragged skin which had begun to decay from the inside.
If she murdered them like the zombie, she would not have the response, it would be like killing a dead person, she thought.