Taking Leave

September 18th, moderate rain.

The zombie that called itself the Corpse King was easily killed by my army. The process went smoothly, despite all my preparations.

It merely claims to be the Zombie King; it is not as powerful as the outside world claims. In reality, it is just a zombie that has developed intelligence and does not have the ability to control other zombies.

Disappointment.

Even it was no exception to my ability to control zombies; it remained under my control.

Before it died, it broke free from my control, its eyes filled with disbelief, as if it couldn't believe I existed.

However, its last words bothered me.

What does it mean that the will of a planet will eventually find me?

Was it the ramblings of a dying man?

The hospital director might have known something, but after I left the hospital, a huge explosion occurred, and the director disappeared. I don't know if he died in the explosion or if he used it as a cover to escape.

Doctors are recovering the remaining data from the hospital, hoping to find useful information or develop a vaccine against the zombie virus.

I hope the doctor succeeds.

Damn it, a voice suddenly popped into my head, interrupting my thoughts... Who is it?

He claims to be the will of the planet...

So sleepy... I can't keep my eyes open...

No, I can't faint... I haven't written today's update yet...