My Pet Zombie King
Language: en
In the middle of the zombie apocalypse, I found myself a massive, dim witted bodyguard. He possessed the strength of a god and the obedience of a golden retriever. He spoiled me rotten, letting me play the absolute worst kind of pampered princess. Just as I threw away the dry ration bar he had risked his life to find, whining that I wanted a strawberry shortcake instead, a stream of floating text suddenly materialized in my vision. [Look at this chick treating the future Zombie King like a stray dog.] [Benjamin is just in his evolutionary phase. His mind is foggy, and he’s mistaking this…