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January 8, sunny day

Ten days have passed since the little girl was rescued from the basement.

It turns out this villa has an owner.

The young girl was a true heiress. According to her, her father owned a listed company and was a well-known major taxpayer in the city. Her father always imagined the end of the world was coming, so he built a shelter in the lower level of his villa. Even if a global nuclear crisis broke out, the shelter's supplies could support the family of three for fifty years.

When the zombie crisis struck, the little girl's father was attacked by zombies. Before he turned into a zombie himself, he used his last bit of willpower to put the little girl in an underground shelter and rushed into the zombie horde.

The young girl lived like this for more than half a year, always in fear and trembling.

When the little girl first saw me, she thought I was one of those zombies who had regained their senses. It took me a long time to explain that I was a zombie hunter from the outside world, here to deal with the zombies in this city.

The young woman is a native of the city, and her presence greatly helped me explore the city.

After investigation through various channels, it was confirmed that the city's zombie king has three generals, who are either underground fighting champions or retired veterans. They are all agile and have regained their senses, making their combat strength no less than it was in life. In addition, they are always fully armed, making it extremely difficult to defeat them.

Fortunately, I can control all the zombies, including these three generals.

By controlling three generals, they indirectly gained control of the city's zombie king's movements.

Just now, the little girl and I caught a glimpse of the Corpse King swaggering around the city.

The little girl told me, trembling, that was her father.

It seems the situation is more complicated than I imagined. I'm taking a day off to organize my thoughts.