All zombies are actually people.
They were simply mutated by a virus, becoming the lowest level of zombies, having lost all human dignity and become walking corpses, and extremely aggressive.
Those who are slightly luckier gain superpowers, but they are still just walking corpses. The only advantage is that they have more attack power, which gives them an advantage when competing with other zombies for food.
More advanced species, however, do not lose their ability to think. Although their functions degenerate and mutate, and they may even have lost their memories, they can still think and survive.
A more advanced one, like this mutated zombie with superpowers, can speak and has memory and thinking abilities.
Such zombies should not be called corpses, but rather people.
He was merely infected by the virus; he still retained his memory, thinking ability, and even emotions.
Nearly a year into the apocalypse, this was the first time even Han Junche had encountered such a situation.
The lightning in his hand flickered, but he didn't throw it at the mutated zombie with superpowers.
The mutated zombie with superpowers seemed to sense his hesitation and said with difficulty, word by word, in its extremely unpleasant voice, "I just want to live. I have never harmed anyone. Before the apocalypse, I was just an ordinary repairman. I have even helped many people."
"I've never left Z City, nor have I ever attacked any humans. I just want to stay here and eke out a living. Please... please let me go."
Han Junche looked at it with his deep black eyes, his brows furrowing.
He neither spoke nor made a move. The mutated zombie, feeling that it might have a chance to escape, held its breath and watched him quietly, waiting for his answer.
Han Junche remained silent for a long time.
Just when the mutated zombie thought it had succeeded, it suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "No."
"Why!" the mutated zombie screamed. "Did I want to become like this? I've never hurt anyone, why are you killing me?! Just for my power core?!"
"No."
Han Junche looked at it quietly and said in a cold voice, "Perhaps others are, but I am not, or at least not entirely."
Upon hearing this, the mutated zombie with superpowers looked at him with its infected and murky eyes: "If it's not for the superpower core, then what are you after?"
"To end the apocalypse."
Han Junche's eyes held an unprecedented seriousness: "If it were before, whether I spared you or not wouldn't have mattered to me, but now I've found the woman I love, and I hope to spend my life with her, to hold her hand and take walks and travel together, to see all the beautiful landscapes of this world."
"I would rather have children with her, be able to accompany them as they grow up, and watch them laugh in the sunshine. I don't have to worry about their safety all the time, nor do I have to struggle day after day for supplies."
Given Han Junche's personality, it is extremely difficult for him to say such long and affectionate words.
But facing the mutated zombie with superpowers in front of him, he felt he had to make it clear to him: "I am just one of millions of survivors. My wish is also the wish of all survivors. Your experience and suffering are indeed the injustice of fate, but this injustice should not continue to spread."
“You are not wrong, nor are those outside, the zombies you used as weapons. You were willing to use those zombies’ lives to protect you in order to survive, while I, in order to end the apocalypse and fulfill my wish, have no choice but to kill you.”
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