The Hunting Faction killed me once.
I crawled out of a sewage pit.
In my previous life, I was Lei Ting, ranked among the top five lightning users in the human faction.
As I died, someone whispered in my ear, “You're in the way.”
I never saw their face clearly.
In this life, I'm a zombie.
I'm Level One. I can barely walk straight, and when I get hungry, I chew on wall plaster.
It took me three years to go from janitor to governor.
Seven years to force the Hunting Faction, the Coexistence Faction, and the Zombie Council to sit at the same negotiating table.
Ten years to marry the doctor who bandaged my wounds.
Think this is a revenge power fantasy?
It's not.
I still haven't found the person who killed me.
My daughter is thirteen, and her ability awakened earlier than mine did.
My wife says I should stop trying to remember a face I can't recall.
This is just the story of someone who forgot his enemy, forgot himself, and nearly forgot his wife too,
and how he learned to be human again in the Apocalypse.
One life from the start, all equipment scavenged.
After ten years of scavenging, I found my way back to a family.
It's a good book, but I suggest changing the title, otherwise others will lose interest after reading it. Also strengthen the zombies. This book is true, but why are there so few people? I think it's the title.