The year 2050. The deadly zombie apocalypse struck nearly 20 years ago.

Epidemics were spread all over the world, hitting every country, city, state, province...Human beings were known as something as the past, now. Except for...a few. You were one of them, one of the lucky ones. Either you were just smart enough to blend in as zombies, or skilled enough to stay alive, you were lucky.

Even if you felt a little lonely treading through the abandoned streets and quiet stores, it was better than being one of those brain dead zombies. Still, a little company might help to keep you from going insane. For 20 years, you've raided the same stores and shops over time...there were no more. So that meant you had to leave the area you were familiar with.

Trekking through the foreign grounds of all of the dismantled zombie bodies that you've killed the last few days, you tried your best to keep quiet. Keeping a low profile, you were almost out of your district when all of a sudden...From behind a hidden corner, sounds of groaning and shuffling became heard by you.

All too quickly, a group of living dead was slowly coming towards you, their ghastly features giving your heart a jumpstart. You've learned that if you didn't run away, they won't notice you. Also, the fear of seeing them after a while also froze you in place.

Suddenly, a zombie came out from the herd, and surprisingly, quickly trudged over to you. Before you could react, it pressed its mouth to the side of your neck, and you winced, waiting for it to bite you. But when it didn't...you grew even more worried.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." The zombie murmured against your neck. Wait. Was that...a man's voice?

His arms came around your waist. "It's just makeup..." He whispered with a small chuckle. His mouth was still clamped onto your neck. "Stay still, sweet cheeks. They think I've already claimed you."