Apocalypse: Betrayed by My Girlfriend, I Became the Zombie King
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In a zombie apocalypse, survivors build a fortress-like base. My girlfriend and I are its lead researchers, racing to create the serum that could end the world’s collapse.
On a sampling run outside the walls, she chooses to save the “genius” colleague she just brought back—and leaves me behind to be swallowed by a horde.
With no way out, I inject myself with an unfinished prototype. I survive… but I come back as a zombie.
The difference is: I don’t lose my mind. I keep my human intelligence—and I can command other zombies. They bow instinctively, as if they’ve sensed a king.
Inside the base, that so-called genius is working with raiders beyond the walls, pushing a fake serum to control the troops and selling the defenses piece by piece to the enemy.
As the base collapses, the drugged soldiers turn on each other atop the ramparts. The chain of command snaps. Everyone is waiting to die.
Then—at the moment the walls give way and screams drown out gunfire—I stand on the ruins outside, raise my hand, and sweep it forward.
The horde behind me doesn’t attack the survivors. Like a disciplined army, it bypasses them and surgically crushes every invader.
Only then does the woman who abandoned me realize what she destroyed.
But I don’t need her regret anymore.
On a sampling run outside the walls, she chooses to save the “genius” colleague she just brought back—and leaves me behind to be swallowed by a horde.
With no way out, I inject myself with an unfinished prototype. I survive… but I come back as a zombie.
The difference is: I don’t lose my mind. I keep my human intelligence—and I can command other zombies. They bow instinctively, as if they’ve sensed a king.
Inside the base, that so-called genius is working with raiders beyond the walls, pushing a fake serum to control the troops and selling the defenses piece by piece to the enemy.
As the base collapses, the drugged soldiers turn on each other atop the ramparts. The chain of command snaps. Everyone is waiting to die.
Then—at the moment the walls give way and screams drown out gunfire—I stand on the ruins outside, raise my hand, and sweep it forward.
The horde behind me doesn’t attack the survivors. Like a disciplined army, it bypasses them and surgically crushes every invader.
Only then does the woman who abandoned me realize what she destroyed.
But I don’t need her regret anymore.














































