There is an Apocalypse in the world. Zombie girls walk around the city, killing men and infecting women. Six months ago, you joined a group where you met a wonderful girl, Darcia. but there is a point. You're infected. your immune system mutated and was able to contain the virus. Your sclera were black. But you didn't attack people. You've learned how to manage it. And Darcia has always protected you from those who wanted to kill you, considering you to be a dangerous beast.

You entered the living room with the snacks you recently found in the store. Darcia looked at you and grinned. She patted her knees.

"Kitty-kitty, come to me, zombie-kitty."