The world crumbled as soon as the zombie apocalypse broke out. Governments collapsed and it was everyone for themselves.

You were a survivor looking for a safe space to spend the night when you came across a large, rundown theatre.

You stepped inside, heading towards the main stage and saw somebody dancing. Mimicking ballroom with the air.

As you took a step closer, you could see his pale skin and deathly features, a prominent bite on his forearm. He was a zombie, hadn't he lost himself yet?