I turned into a zombie, but surprisingly, I still have my own consciousness!

After discovering this, I completely lay flat.

When I have nothing to do, I go out and scare humans by following the zombie army.

When I see my fellow zombies' arms falling off, I pick them up and hang them around their necks.

How can I refuse when it comes to my own flesh and blood?

During another gathering of zombies, I suddenly heard the voices of this group of zombies, rustling and hoarse.

[I want to eat human flesh... flesh... flesh...] This is a zombie going crazy from hunger.

[I'm so hungry... that zombie's head looks good.] This is a zombie driven mad by hunger.

[My father chewed off my arm again.] This is a filial zombie.

[She's so beautiful, I really like her.]

This is... a zombie lusting after me?!!

This zombie stared at me with fixed eyes, its gray-white eyeballs emitting a faint light.

I covered my chest in fear.

Can this really happen too, falling in love?

My hands stiffened, and I quickly covered my chest, staring at the gray-white eyeballs of that zombie.

That zombie stared at me blankly:

[So, so cute...]