In the Apocalypse, I Was Running with the Ball and Was Chased by the Corpse King to Feed Me.

In the tenth year of the end, I picked up a baby. She smiled at me, showing two small millet teeth. The next second, my detector went crazy - SSS level infection index, 100% fatality rate, airborne transmission. I closed my eyes and waited for death. After waiting for ten minutes, he didn't die. After waiting for another ten minutes, the zombie king next door rushed over and carefully handed over a bottle of warm milk. "She's hungry." The Zombie King said, scratching the rotten half of his face a little embarrassed, "I just used my body temperature to keep it warm." Me:? ? ? Later I learned that this cub can evolve zombies, awaken superpowers, and make the bosses of the base break her head. And I, an ordinary former kindergarten teacher, just wanted to teach her First, don't bite mom. Second, don't treat the zombie uncle as a mount. The third and most important one: How to live gracefully in a world where everyone wants to eat you (literally).