Zombie king, the king of zombies, could control all of zombies. His appearance resembled a zombie, but he had his own idea, knew how to think, and had desire for human flesh and blood. Zombies wouldn’t react to or attack him as he was walking among them. He could control them without learning.

Appearance? Shawn looked at himself reflected in the mirror, and took a look at those outside zombies too horrible to look at. Hmm, although he looked like a corpse, he was much better than a zombie.　　

His own idea? He still had his memory and wisdom as a man. Of course he knew how to think and had his own idea.

A desire for human flesh? Indeed, he found human flesh smelt pleasant and delicious, and almost bit a man.

Would he be totally fine as walking among the crowd of zombies? On second thoughts, he found it seemed that those zombies really couldn’t see him. He met so many zombies in the supermarket before, however, he made it. It was a proof itself. He hadn’t seen zombies before, was freaked out, tried to escape out of instinct, and couldn’t even think about it.

As for controlling zombies without learning, he had tried it before. He thought it was only a talent of him.

Reading the book thoroughly a couple of times, he found the situations described in the book were similar to his. He would have thought it was a kind of research result if it wasn’t exactly a novel.

Indeed, are comes from life. However, nothing like this had happened before. “The novel must be inspired by the rich imagination of the author.” He thought.　　

He was a man who easily accepted reality and adapted himself to it. It was his ability gained from his orphanage life, which should almost be called an instinct. Only in this way could he adapt himself to various living environments, and then made his life better.

Therefor, he soon accepted the fact that he had turned into a zombie, and he might got lucky and turned into zombie king.

Then he read another couple of books, which were all about zombies.

He had been busy making his living, and had no time to read these novels or watch movies and TV shows. The only film he had seen was Walking Dead, and he was forced by a female coworker to see it. Though the woman hadn’t contacted him since then. The only reason he would think of zombies was because of that film.

After reading these books, he felt the gate to a new world was opened. Although these books had their own features, things described in books seemed to match the present situation very much. Shawn had to admire what a rich imagination these authors had, and they had an unrestrained fantasy.

He decided to memorize all the contents, in case they would be useful in the future.

He stayed in the bookshop the whole night, roughly read a dozen of books in the light of the candle found in the bookshop, and memorized parts of reasonable contents.　　

After daybreak the next day, he got dressed, and walked out of the bookshop. He had been starving for long, and had to find some food.

Outside, a pleasant smell was caught immediately. The smell made him feel more hungry. Looking toward the smell, he saw a half-dead man lying on the ground.

Shawn forced himself to turn his head aside, and looked for something else to eat. Although he had turned into a zombie, he did not want to taste human flesh at all. He always thought he would not be himself once he did it.

It reminded his that one of the book said a beautiful, so-called crystal core existed in the brain of zombies. He decided to kill a couple of zombies, trying whether he could find such things.

Zombies treated him as their species. Seeing him approaching, they had no reaction at all. Therefore, it didn’t take him a while to kill a dozen of them, and then dig out their brains, resisting the feeling of nausea. 　

After digging out seven or eight brains, finally something was found. The thing looked rather like the crystal core described in novels. It occurred to him that zombies in novels could eat such things, and he felt like taking a shot. He had an anticipation that such things could help him solve the problem of lacking food.　

He washed the crystal cores, but hesitated to eat them. The things were dug out from brains of zombies, and it made him rather sick just thinking of the situation of digging out crystal cores.

However, if the problem of lacking food could not be solved, he believed, someday he would no longer restrain himself and start eating human.

Thinking it over and over again, he compared human flesh with crystal cores, and decided to eat crystal cores. At least, crystal cores looked rather pretty, and it would be much acceptable by contrast with human flesh as long as not thinking about where they had come from.

Eating a few crystal cores, he did not feel so hungry as before.

He was rather delightful. Now he didn’t have to eat people.