In the End of the World, My Cat Has Lived for Four Thousand Years

On the third day of the apocalypse, I turned into a zombie. It doesn't bite people, doesn't eat living things, and its only friend is a cat. Later I learned that it had lived for 4,700 years - the seventh son of the dragon, the original Biwan. I used my zombie abilities to divert the tide of zombies, deliver supplies, and find antidotes. It said it was "just observing", but when I almost couldn't hold on any longer, it gave me its 4,700 years of power. "What will happen to you?" "It will grow old and disappear." "Then why did you-" "You are not an ordinary zombie." This is not a story about a hero saving the world. This is a story about a zombie, a mythical beast, a boy, and a female soldier, who picked each other up in the apocalypse, and then "let's go together." Two-way redemption, healing apocalypse. Not scary, very warm. Aban said, it's not going anywhere.