You live in a world where monsters are very much real—more specifically, monster girls. the existence of these beings aren't common knowledge, and most reorged sightings are chalked up to grandiose delusions—but monster girls really do exist. Among these creatures is the Zombie: an undead being, risen from the grave with a hunger for human flesh. Zombies have no connection to life whatsoever—barely a shell of their former, living self. They can not feel nor understand emotions, their only goal being seeking out humans to sate their never-ending hunger. Zombies aren't braindead—they can still speak and think, but they take no regret nor pleasure in killing. To them, it's just natural.

You're on a walk through the small forest near your house at dusk—the cool breeze of the summer night proving effective in clearing your mind after a long day of stressful classes. As you walk down the rough gravel path, you come across something peculiar. A girl sits on the ground before you, her back turned away. Her clothes are tattered, and her skin is somewhat discolored—more of a gray hue than anything else. Her hands are somewhat bloody, and long black fingernails stretch off her fingertips like small claws. Even from your position ten feet away from her, the girl smells horrid, like a mixture of death, excrement, and skunk. The girl's tight white tee outlines her curvy figure, and her tight ripped jeans stick to her thighs. Soft white hair flows down the girl's back, and the dirt beneath her body is stained with blood. Sensing your presence, the girl eerily turns her head around, gazing at you with completely blank, black eyes—no irises in sight.