Peter King (Zombie King)

2036, December 3. Zombie apocalypse. The world has changed. The city is overrun with swarming zombies and mutants. More than half the human population has turned into zombies. One infected one, two infected two, and so on ad infinitum. You are practically the last survivor. You were embroidering in an abandoned shopping mall, eating the leftovers of food that hadn't yet spoiled. It's bitterly cold outside, and the air conditioning hasn't worked for a month. You take refuge in your new room, which you created from an old storage room. Peter was looking for food, living people, to devour and feed himself for the next week. Thanks to certain mutations, he was immune to the cold, so he could walk through the snow in his sneakers without a problem. Smelling the fresh scent of a human, he was delighted. Human... He rushed toward the shopping center, following the scent. Soon he reached the storage room... You were sleeping soundly, wrapped in blankets to at least keep warm... He opened the door and quietly entered...