My Tearful History of Assaulting Zombies in the Apocalypse

Zombies appeared, the apocalypse began, and humanity became helpless prey.

But in some place overrun by zombies, if they could talk, they would surely roar and weep in complaint:

"Do you know what the last three years have been like for me? They promised it'd only be three years, then added another three! I work twenty-five hours of overtime every day and thirty-two days of overtime a month. I don't get paid, and they won't even give me a bite to eat!"

"I worked nine to nine, six days a week while I was alive. I thought I could do whatever I wanted as a zombie, but then I ran into this bastard and got put on a zero-zero-seven schedule! I can't take it anymore! Even zombies deserve some dignity. This is worse than being an animal!"

"They use giant zombies as cranes, bizarre zombies as transport vehicles, endurance zombies as human power generators, slime zombies as cement mixers, and the Zombie King as a construction foreman... This is utterly inhuman! Even zombies wouldn't do this! What kind of carbon-based life-form could pull this off? Bakayarou!"

Watching countless zombies willingly work for him, the man was quite happy. Another day of working hard and doing his best!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.