The Walking Dead: Transmigrated

The world is a piece of dog shit, but luckily you are by my side.

I woke up and went from being Chinese in China to being Chinese in America.

Oh well, being Chinese is fine.

Just as I got used to being Chinese in America, the apocalypse came.

It’s fine, it’s actually good.

I wandered for nearly two months, and wow! It’s The Walking Dead!

1.6 meters tall, 80cm blade.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

I’m used to it, I’m used to it.

“Are you sure she won’t get stuck when drawing her sword?” Daryl frowned and looked at Rick.

Rick paused, his expression a little complex, “Well…” At least not most of the time…

“Darita, my lover, my fire of desire. Roar— Daryl, I’m kidding,”

Putting down the hand that was about to hit Lina’s forehead, Daryl hummed in a good mood, “Serves you right.”

Cooking for myself and working for love, this should be considered a satisfying story, illogical, and updated as fate allows.

Warning 1: Shane will not die. (My friend really dislikes Shane, I don’t dislike him strongly but I don’t hate him either, we unanimously decided to let him go out and explore, he’s the type of person who can survive.) Now it depends on the plot development…

Warning 2: The timeline will be altered (not drastically), and the farm will fall earlier.

Warning 3: Melodramatic amnesia and backstory tropes? Maybe a warning for old-school melodrama? A complete mess? Background information, roughly.

Warning 4: Golden finger, super strength, superpowers are super wealth.