Shawn killed a couple more zombies, dug out a crystal core, washed it clean, and then ate it off.

After eating two crystal cores successively, he did not feel so hungry as before. Therefore, he decided to find a place to take a rest.

Walking some distance, he stopped, turned back, and saw the half-dead man he had met before.　　

He didn’t know whether the sight of eating crystal cores had been caught by the man. If so, his eyes becoming fierce, the man must die!

Shawn walked toward the man, and was about to kill him. However, a question came into his mind. The man had bled badly, and lost his ability to act. He was tasty meat which had presented itself now. Normally, he should have been found and sliced and diced by zombies. However, Shawn did not see any zombies coming, and it seemed that the man was invisible to those zombies.

He narrowed his eyes, decided not to kill this man for now, and first figure out the man’s secrets.

Shawn looked around, found a shabby tricycle, and carried the man to it with a great effort. The zombies came surrounding them as he moved the man. It occurred to him that the book said zombie king could oppress other zombies, so he tried oppressing them. Only in this way did he successfully take the man away with himself.

There was no need to worry about being chased by zombies now. Therefore, he was slowly riding the tricycle, observing which house looked clean.　　

Finally, he found a hotel which looked rather fancy, fetched the backup keycard from the reception conveniently, carried the man on his shoulder, walked inside the hotel, and started climbing stairs. Reaching the top floor, he opened the door of the presidential suite.

Looking at the luxurious and clean presidential suite, Shawn felt rather satisfied, but a little depressed. He used to think about working hard and making more money, so that one day he would have a chance to live in the presidential suite and feel what it was like to be a rich man. However, it was unexpected that the opportunity came instead after he had turned into a zombie.

Instantly, he felt much more satisfied with the fact that he was a zombie now. Neither should he fear zombies, nor should he always think about running. He could go anywhere he wanted, and had a group of lackeys who were absolutely obedient. His life could not be better.

He dropped the injured on the thick carpets of the suite, and then went out to purge zombies on the floor and the next.

Although zombies were all his lackeys, Shawn didn’t feel like living too close to these pretty ugly lackeys. He could not get used to their appearances yet.

After purging all zombies, he found a first-aid kit, and planned to treat the injured.

The injured man was still sleeping soundly as Shawn got back to the suite. He went to the man’s side, and planned to peel off the man’s clothes and apply medicine. On second thoughts, he dug out a pair of gloves and put them on.　

It was mentioned in the book that there was poison beneath zombie king’s nail. He did not want to turn this guy into his lackey by accident before finding out what secrets the man had.

Putting on the gloves, Shawn stripped the man rudely, and started applying medicine. The man had a good shape, and he had eight-pack abs. The only flaw was a long wound as well as plenty of minor cuts, which were obviously caused by sharp weapons. Shawn guessed that the injured man must have had conflicts with others and been badly wounded. 　

Shawn took a glimpse of the man, and found he was fairly good-looking. The face would have attracted numerous girls before the end of the world. So would it after the end of the world. After all, there were still girls after the end of the world.

The man frowned a couple of times as Shawn was applying medicine to his wound. Apparently, he was rather painful. Shawn was so attentive to applying medicine that he did not notice the look of the man. However, he would not care even if he noticed it.

He felt it was not okay to always leave the man on the floor. Therefore, he moved the man to the couch, and found a quilt to cover him.

After disposing the man’s clothes which had turned into strips, Shawn went into the bathroom, looked around, found there was still warm water, and then took a shower.

Looking at himself in the mirror who was exactly the same as a corpse, he felt himself pretty ugly. He hoped he would turn himself someday. He would not like to walk around in this look.

He picked up a bathrobe, put it on, and buried himself under the covers and fell asleep.