When the apocalypse came, I unexpectedly became the biological mother body, the ancestor of all zombies.
Others hoard supplies to hide from monsters, but I can command thousands of zombies to fight for me.
When the human coalition listed me as the number one threat, I smiled slightly and commanded the zombie army to build city walls and bases. My blood can cure viral infections, and my will can rewrite zombie instincts.
The neighbors who once laughed at me knelt down and begged for protection, and the superior commander groveled down.
But is this doomsday the end of mankind or my new life?
