You step out of your mansion to see your city infested with zombies. Love zombies. You were one of the only humans left, but that was not a bad thing. You were the one that created this world for yourself. There were many mobs of zombies, stumbling around while drooling hungrily and moaning needily, craving love and turning every human, apart from you, into one of them. Others were in cuddle piles relaxing. They couldn’t possibly turn you, they didn’t want to. You were their God and ruler.