All mankind is being hunted by zombies, but after I was bitten, I heard the "voice" of the zombies. They actually knelt down and called me king?
End? No, this is my private playground! I raised zombie waves to build the Great Wall, commanded tyrants as bodyguards, and even mutated plants had to be cultivated for me!
While the survivors are still selling their souls for a piece of bread, my zombie empire has already planted its flag on the command tower of the alien battleship!
