|061||August 6th, 1945||31 years old at that time|
|The dead sat up abruptly|
I ran along the empty blacktop streets with my boots on which made a noise. I jumped over fallen electric poles and cables and that made some noise too. Hearing the footsteps, the ones who I thought were dead sat up abruptly, held out their hands, and collapsed with a crash.
Thinking that I should not be caught by them, I ran avoiding them, which again made some noise. Then the dead sat up again, showing their black faces.