Doomsday Cuisine

I transmigrated into a book, right into a horde of zombies.

To stay alive, I grabbed a spatula and shouted, "Don't eat me! I can cook human meat so it tastes good."

A month later, I wanted to run off to a human settlement, but the Zombie King had me under surveillance twenty-four hours a day.

A sudden idea struck me. "Can you do a striptease for me?"

The Zombie King covered his face and fled.

Note: This was written when I was a little unhinged, but thankfully my conscience remains intact, so it's a sweet story with no angst. A short story of ten thousand words, readable in fifteen minutes.

Theme: Master one trick, and you can get by anywhere.