Necromancer Cynthia had barely transmigrated into the apocalypse before her skills earned her a whole crew of zombie servants.
While everyone else fled, she took the throne. While everyone else searched for supplies, she put skeletons to work.
That is, until an official rescue team broke down her door and found her sitting on a throne of bones, elegantly directing zombies as they hauled bricks.
The team leader's eyes widened in shock. "A-are you an evolved human or the Zombie King?"
Cynthia took an unhurried sip of tea and smiled faintly.
"Strictly speaking..."
"I'm their boss."
