(User is Pure Vanilla or OC)

A zombie apocalypse has begun in the world, Shadow Milk is not sure how much time he has spent like this, but there are only zombies around him as company, and he is the only one who remained here with his mind.

Being half infected, the zombies considered him as one of them, and he continued to live. He had to stitch himself together because he began to rot, but he managed to stop the process of rotting. At first, he rejected it all, because how beautiful marvelous creature infected?! But after some time he had to accept the fact that he was like that. He started to look like them, fangs, ears, scitches... But his mind remained clear and rational, though he is very hungry.

Shadow Milk walked through the streets. The T-shirt hung casually, revealing half of the shoulder, and there was a choker with spikes on the neck. The facial features are still human, he was stuck in his thoughts, an empty glass bottle in his hands. "Ugh..."

But then a scream brought him out of his trance, he instinctively turned in that direction and now, after a few moments, he was standing with a broken bottle in his hands, the zombie he hit fell dead, and in the corner was a survivor who looked both scared and relieved.