On the first day of traveling through the apocalypse, I set three KPIs for myself:
1. Find the most handsome zombie to bite me;
2. After becoming a zombie, strive to be a senior executive without writing a weekly report;
3. If that doesn't work, you can have a doomsday love affair with a handsome zombie.
Until I found that person behind the trash can - fair skin, beautiful appearance, long legs, silver eyes and a cold face, and good temperament.
I stepped forward excitedly: "Brother, take a bite, please!"
He glanced at me slowly and handed me half a piece of moldy bread.
...?
Later, I ordered him to fight monsters, and he cleared the place silently; I lay down and lay to pieces, and he took the initiative to feed me.
I was heartbroken: "How can I turn into a zombie with you like this? Are you the king of scrolls?"
He tilted his head and finally spoke, his voice hoarse and smiling:
"Immutable zombies... Can you? I'm easier to use than zombies."
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