Wen Qiao, an Omega with defective glands, could only use his own blood to make a customized version of his inhibitors.
There was a special moment in a public place. For the sake of his life safety, he grabbed an Alpha and bit its neck.
Afterwards, he regained his sense and left behind his hard work and money.
As a result, in the early morning of the next day, the police uncle called him and found him.
This Alpha is given to you.
Wen Qiao: "..."
Wen Qiao: "Did I say I wanted it???"
After kindly taking him in for one night, Wen Qiao told him to get out early the next morning.
The other party also left with great ambition.
Three days later, the doctor told him, "Your glands have deteriorated again. From now on, you can only rely on that Alpha to get through the special period."
For the sake of his own life, when he was hesitating whether to turn himself in and ask the police uncle to help find someone,
But he found the other party squatting pitifully in front of his house.
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Yanji, as an unimpressive zombie king who lives in the mountains and is out of touch with society, has had the habit of sleepwalking since humans began. Waking up locations include but are not limited to trees and ditches.
But this time it seemed that I had too much energy. I accidentally walked out of the mountains to the city, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping on the hard concrete floor.
He discovered like a country bumpkin that the outside world had developed into this.
Humans are still awesome.
Zombies have been completely mutated by human genetic modification, and have been re-registered in the household registration system. Zombies with the same smell as him have a second gender written as Omega or Alpha, while normal humans have Beta.
He is a migrant with no ID card and no education. Even if he is a "king", he can't survive. He wants to go home but can't go back. He has to be always wary of humans discovering that he is a genetically modified fish that slipped through the net.
After wandering outside for three days, I couldn't find a job to make a living, so I went back to find the little zombie I had saved in a very dejected and spineless way.
He works hard every day to install Alpha carefully, brushes and maintains his teeth meticulously, and bites the neck of the little zombie who cares for him regularly to cleanse the poison.
The fisherman's mouth is duplicitous but the photographer is attacked by VS straight-ball zombies with sensitive muscles
Intention: Never give up and live well.