After Devouring Zombie Brains, I Became Stronger and Stronger

After being bitten by a zombie, I split its head open with an axe. I was so hungry that I grabbed the gray-white stuff and stuffed it into my mouth - thinking that I would die as a starved person. It didn't work out. When I woke up, my wounds were healed, my night vision was restored, and the zombies on the street walked around me as if they didn't smell me. What's even more outrageous is that as soon as I close my eyes, I can direct them to go east or west. In this doomsday, I am a zombie that is conscious, able to think, and able to choose. But I always feel that if even this last thing is lost, what is the difference between humans and zombies? I led a group of oil bottles in the ruins to light lamps, raise pigeons, drink fish soup, and lived like a joke. But there was something more advanced in this city staring at me, and the pair of dark red pupils on the rooftop never left. They all want to eat my brain. Luckily, so am I. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.