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January 8, sunny

Ten days had passed since I rescued the little girl from the basement.

It turned out that this villa had an owner.

The little girl was the genuine article—a young heiress. According to her, her father owned a publicly listed company and was one of the city's famous major taxpayers. Her father had always anticipated the apocalypse, so he built a shelter beneath the villa. Even if a global nuclear crisis broke out, the shelter's supplies would allow a family of three to live for fifty years.

When the zombie crisis began, the little girl's father was attacked by zombies. Just before he turned into one, he relied on the last of his willpower to stuff his daughter into the underground shelter, then charged into the horde of zombies himself.

The little girl lived like that for more than half a year, trembling with fear the entire time.

At first, when the little girl saw me, she thought I was the kind of zombie that had developed intelligence. I had to spend quite a while explaining that I was a zombie hunter from outside who had come to deal with the zombies in this city.

The little girl was a native of the city. With her around, exploring the city would be a great deal easier.

After gathering information through various channels, I confirmed that the Corpse King of this city had three powerful generals. They were either underground fighting champions or retired veterans, all nimble and quick. They had also developed intelligence, and their combat strength was in no way inferior to what it had been when they were alive. On top of that, they stayed fully armed at all times. Defeating them would be exceedingly difficult.

Fortunately, I could control all zombies, including those three