A cute, timid mushroom mistakenly takes the zombie king for her boyfriend and sticks close to him.

"Zombies ate your brains!"

A sharp roar, and a vibrant green color replaced the blood, appearing on the screen.

The cowardly mushroom had its brain eaten by a zombie.

The pain of being devoured, along with a flood of memories that didn't belong to her, kept invading her mind.

Her fingertips gripped the dilapidated wall, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at the spiderweb-like shattered mirror in the trash can.

The girl in the mirror had a pale face, her brows furrowed, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a startled butterfly. Her obsidian pupils were misty with fear and surprise, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, making her look delicate and pitiful.

She didn't die; she actually turned into a human!

The timid mushroom is a small purple mushroom in the plant kingdom. It is timid and fragile, and other plants take good care of it.

Her weakness stemmed from her racial instincts, not from her own desires. In a recent emergency battle with zombies, the cowardly mushroom rushed in to buy time.

She believed she had finally become brave.

However, the memories she had processed told her that the home she had risked her life to protect was nothing more than a game developed by humans, and even her personality had been pre-programmed.

If it weren't for the emergence of zombies in the human world, which led to the apocalypse and caused bugs in various regions of the world, she wouldn't have been reborn in the body of a human named Meng Xiaoyou and ended up in this dimly lit alley.

In the sweltering summer heat, the air was thick with the nauseating smell of decay. Tiny bits of rotting flesh and blood stained the ground. Ignoring her anger at being controlled by fate, she watched in terror as the zombies crawled toward her.

There is a difference between zombies and ghouls. Ghouls don't shed rotten flesh, while at first glance, you can see the grayish-white rotting flesh falling from a zombie's face and the white maggots wriggling in its eye sockets. But upon closer inspection, it's not as obvious as at first glance.

Meng Xiaoyou was so frightened that her body trembled, and her legs felt like lead, making it impossible for her to walk.

Her eyes were red with anxiety, and she was furious at herself for being so weak. It was happening again and again. It was definitely not because she was cowardly; it must be controlled by the program.

Despite her frantic attempts to reassure herself, the timid mushroom was still terrified. Driven by her survival instinct, she curled up next to the trash can, clutching her head, and in her panic, spat out a string of bubbles.

According to the original owner's memories, after zombies appeared in this world, some humans awakened superpowers. Because the original owner had no superpowers, he was considered an ant by others. He was pushed out to attract zombies, which is why he hid in this alley.

The timid mushroom never expected that the skill would come with it.

Her bubbles are aggressive; even if they don't kill the zombies, they should at least cause some damage.

Meng Xiaoyou's face was full of hope.

She didn't ask for much; she just wanted to try and survive in the apocalypse.

A dazzling purple bubble floated on the zombie's face, then popped with a "pop," and the maggots in the zombie's eye sockets rolled over, their tails wagging as they gloriously sacrificed themselves... as if mocking the cowardly mushroom.

Meng Xiaoyou squatted in place, staring wide-eyed at the unharmed zombie. The mist in her black grape-like eyes grew thicker and thicker, and her exquisite face, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment, was filled with despair.

She didn't want to experience the feeling of having her brain eaten a second time.

what to do……

Just as Meng Xiaoyou's heart was racing and her face was filled with fear, the zombies did not attack.

Its expression was blank, but its eyes moved slightly.

【Hungry……】

A strange voice appeared in her mind, and Meng Xiaoyou swallowed back the tears that were about to fall, observing nervously.

what sound?

The zombie was limping, its lips and tongue were rotten and it couldn't speak at all, so what was the sound she heard?

Hungry?

Meng Xiaoyou snapped out of her daze, her pale face regaining some color. Her trembling little hands rummaged in her pocket, and she mustered her courage to pull out a small object and hand it over, her voice barely audible: "Here... you can eat this, but you can't eat me."

The zombie's eyes moved again.

The little human girl's fair hand was clutching a chocolate bar, and the "Snickers" on it almost hit its face.

Mushroom, recalling the original owner's memories, cautiously began to preach: "Sweep away hunger, be yourself again..."

The zombies are enraged.

How can a zombie be itself again? Human, you are insulting me!

If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you angry?

This was something the original owner had painstakingly found at the bottom of the shelf, and had never been willing to eat it.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Meng Xiaoyou, drawing strength from who-knows-where, seized the opportunity while the zombie was enraged and slapped it in a flurry before getting up and running away.

Cunning humans.

"This zombie has such a filthy mind, it actually called me human!" The streets were filled with foul-smelling blood and writhing limbs. Little Mushroom was so scared that she sobbed and ran for her life.

Unaccustomed to the human body, and having probably not eaten for a long time, the original owner was weak and had acid in her abdomen, causing her legs to stagger and run separately, which looked extremely comical from behind.

The lame zombie thought that humans were still mocking it.

Enraged, it broke off its intact leg and chased the animal for several blocks using its kneecap.

The mushroom and the corpse ran further and further away. Meng Xiaoyou was panting heavily. The air she breathed into her lungs felt like a cold blade, causing her internal organs to ache piercingly. She felt wronged and aggrieved.

Why do zombies have thoughts? And why can she hear what they are thinking?

Could it be related to bubbles?

There are other humans at the intersection to the left; we can ambush them together.

Sure enough, she could hear the zombies' thoughts.

Seeing two roads ahead, Meng Xiaoyou chose the right one without hesitation.

Damn it, she ran that way. I can't get there. What will I eat if she goes?

With a clear understanding of the situation, Meng Xiaoyou ran for about ten minutes, using the zombies' mental commands to avoid most of them. At a corner, there was a two-story building. The zombies behind her seemed to have encountered something terrifying, staring at her back with wide eyes.

I haven't given it the Snickers bar yet!!

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The door to the small building was unlocked. Meng Xiaoyou rushed inside, stumbled and locked the door, then sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

As she calmed down, all the pain in her body rushed out in a rush, her ears were ringing, cold sweat dripped from her fair and delicate face to the ground, and her vision blurred in waves.

dying.

Meng Xiaoyou clutched her stomach and lay on the ground, dry heaving. Her stomach was empty and she couldn't vomit anything. After vomiting for a while, she finally came back to life. The tinnitus disappeared, and she could vaguely hear eerie music playing in the empty room, which sounded just like the theme song from the movie "Zombies Are Coming" in their world.

In this world, it's commonly known as background music (BGM).

Beads of sweat slid down Meng Xiaoyou's fair cheeks. She wiped them away, her red eyes following the sound.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, where a man sat. His hand holding a book had exquisite bone structure, and his wispy hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a full forehead that contrasted with his pale skin. Cold, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, adding to his aloofness.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelashes casting a gloomy shadow on his eyelids, and his gray pupils were like a stagnant pool of water, devoid of any emotion.

He had been watching her disheveled appearance for who knows how long.