When I entered the apocalyptic literature, I thought I was a passerby without a name, and I was ready to be a salty fish. Unexpectedly, I was bitten by an accident. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect that the wound healed. I thought I just had special powers, but I didn't expect zombies to run away when they saw me. I was so scary. What, you said I am the queen of zombies. Are you kidding me, eh, eh, eh, comrade, please put down the needle in your hand, if you have anything to say.
Concept: The transformation of a salted fish