In the sixth year of the zombie outbreak, I suddenly became conscious.
Perhaps the zombie virus has advanced over the years, and I have taken advantage of it.
There are also class divisions in the zombie population, and I belong to the lowest class of zombies who can't speak.
The kind that beats humans and uses me as bait, and they all find me troublesome.
They say that humans are born to be our food, that we zombies should be the masters of the world, and that all living things should obey our orders.
But I don't think so, because they are so stupid. They haven't even taken down a human base in six years. They can't live in the house, and they can only sleep on the open balcony after being smashed to pieces. If there are no humans in the world, the zombies will never be able to control the world for the rest of their lives.
Human beings say that we are invaders, that someone deliberately created us to dominate the world, and that we are just a bunch of mindless lackeys.
Zombies say that humans are inherently stupid creatures who bully other creatures for their own benefit.
Whatever they say, I have never been involved in any of the disputes.
After all, the zombies hate my stupidity, and the humans call me a lackey. No matter how I stand, I will be scolded, so I simply won't participate in their disputes.
What's more, I have a group of friends who think the same as me and are not afraid of being isolated at all.
One is a crybaby who claims that I am his lover, one is a big liar who is vicious and soft-hearted and loves to grind my teeth, one is a sniper who has a weak collective consciousness and only likes to eat lollipops and stay with me, and there is a carefree and good old man who values love and justice.
They all pretended to be indifferent when they first met me. Some hugged me and then stopped pretending to be indifferent. Some scolded me for not having a brain and gave me a bath. Some fucked me after being harassed by me. Some were wary of me pretending to be stupid.
On the second side, they stopped pretending.
Those who held my thighs said they were willing to kill me, but in fact I wanted to bite them. One or two of them would rather die than they would, and even cut my nails like a dog chewing them.
But——
When I said I wanted to bite you, it was just a joke. Li Zhechen, if you are sick, if you continue to harm yourself and commit suicide for me, I will strangle you to death!
Zhang Doudou: "What should I do if I pinch him?"
Wang Keer: "Doesn't that mean he is allowed to commit suicide for his love?"
Zhao Wei: "Although, it seems that Captain Li will really feel good... (Sweating)"
Li Zhechen: "You will understand me when your lover takes the initiative to throw himself into your arms a year after his death (Crispy Corner)"
Me: "I wanted to bite you, bastard! I am a zombie! A zombie! A zombie that wants to eat people!"
Li Zhechen: "I know you want me (shy)"
Zhang Doudou: "I became mentally retarded after being widowed for a year."
Wang Keer: "So falling in love will affect people's IQ?"
Zhao Wei: "It seems that Captain Li is not a cold-blooded person in the first place. Has he pretended to be wronged in front of us all these years?"
Concept: Zombies are not easily harassed, as they are all ex-boyfriends
