As a Bewitching Mushroom, I Fell into the Apocalypse

I am a little gray mushroom. Gray, inconspicuous, and possessing a charming toxin—all living beings should steer clear of me. Yet mutated animals and zombies chase after me, trying to bite me. It must be because their intelligence is too low, I think, clutching my bitten mushroom cap. Perhaps the intelligent species in this world will understand me. I am just a mushroom. All I need is a dark little corner. Finding a caretaker for someone like me should be easy. Panting and running for my life, the little mushroom spots a wounded human and secretly attaches itself to him like a pendant. Chief Gu: …? Picks it up, throws it away. A moment later, the mushroom stubbornly reappears. Pi...