Simba stepped out of the park he had spent his entire life in and discovered just how wonderful the world beyond was.
It wasn't because of the scenery, but simply because there was so much food out there. The feeling of human-like creatures constantly flinging themselves at him, only to be chewed up and swallowed, was intoxicating to Simba. He believed that leaving the park was the best decision he had made in his life.
Should I make a home outside? Simba wondered.
His massive head shook, knocking down the few remaining zombies around him. Simba completely ignored these weak creatures.
He decided to go home. The "bed" there was more comfortable to sleep in.
Simba was full. He turned, his wide mouth opening as a massive Flame Flow incinerated the stumbling zombies behind him. Seeing no more food around, Simba yawned contentedly. A lion, particularly a male lion, should lead a life of eating and sleeping, Simba thought affirmatively.
Then, he slowly headed back to the park.
