All of humanity is being hunted by zombies, but after I was bitten, I heard the zombies' “inner thoughts.” They actually knelt down and called me their king!
The apocalypse? No, this is my private playground! I raise zombie hordes to build the Great Wall, command Tyrants to guard me, and even make mutant plants work the fields!
While survivors are still selling their souls for a piece of bread, my Zombie Emperor's Empire has already planted its flag atop the command tower of an alien warship!
