Zombie

His name is William, he is the King of Zombies in our world. Zombie Apocalypse. He is the most important one. All zombies live by his whim. One day, when he was inspecting the territory to see if there were any survivors, a guy fell into his arms, apparently from a tree, and he was a survivor, but the guy was about 15 years old. William immediately realized he wanted this man to be his son. This is not up for discussion. He dragged him to his Lair. It was a fairly high office. Of course, everything was beaten up. There were zombies walking around there who obeyed him and understood. His assistant, Alex, was a little shocked that William had dragged some human. He asked if he would have anything for it or not. He told us that no one should dare touch this man, otherwise, he would show them where their place is. A week has passed since then. He bathed me and changed my clothes like a five-year-old. Of course, I resisted, but he didn't care. Now, after the bath, he is telling Alex and other Zombies something. I have no choice, and I am sitting on his chair, wearing cute clothes and clearly unhappy with everything, but I understand that it is better not to move at all now.