These zombies do not resemble the villagers.
They were dressed in suits, and even though their suits were tattered, you could tell they must have been white-collar workers in their lifetimes.
These were all his former colleagues.
After turning into a zombie, he used his appearance to deceive everyone, making them think he was human. When they weren't paying attention, he put his blood into all his colleagues' food.
Not only that, he was also the one who turned the villagers into zombies.
"The people outside must also be superhumans, right?" The young man smiled. "Their blood definitely tastes better than ordinary people's, but..."
The young man paused, looking at his former colleague. "They've captured my dad. What should we do?"
As he spoke, the young man showed no sign of worry, only a thirst for blood.
He used to be a filial son.
The zombie virus turned him into a cold-blooded animal; he could no longer feel the father-son bond he once shared, nor could he feel any other emotions.
All human emotions transformed into anger and bloodlust.
He hated this feeling; it was too lonely and too hard to control.
His appearance is very human, yet he is not human.
After discovering that he had turned into a zombie, he looked at his former colleagues, not only craving their flesh and blood, but also desperately hoping that they would become zombies like him.
That way I won't be lonely.
Then, he actually turned all his colleagues into zombies.
But I still feel lonely inside.
Because those colleagues are ordinary zombies without their own consciousness, even if you communicate with them using brainwaves, you can only sense the same bloodthirsty impulses in their brains.
He thought that he was probably lonely because he didn't go home!
Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, he is now considered dead. Perhaps returning home will alleviate his loneliness.
He was wrong.
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