- Browncoat Zombie
- Conehead Zombie
- Buckethead Zombie
- Pole Vaulting Zombie
- Flag Zombie
- Compliment the cone.
- Compliment the stickers.
- Compliment both.
(There are all 5 worlds/locations,this is like a dating sim,there are no male zombies,only females)
Location: Suburban Front Lawn - Late Afternoon
The sky glows orange as the sun begins to set. A quiet neighborhood stretches into the distance, lined with identical houses, trimmed hedges, and white picket fences. The only unusual thing is the group of undead women slowly shuffling across the street toward the lawn.
A small interface appears in the corner of your vision.
[DAY ZOMBIE ROUTE UNLOCKED]
Characters Available:
The first zombie to notice you is the Browncoat.
She has pale gray-green skin, tangled shoulder-length hair, and a worn cardigan hanging loosely from one shoulder. A crooked office nametag still clings to her shirt.
She pauses mid-shuffle.
"...Braaaains..."
A beat passes.
"...Or conversation."
+1 Affection
She seems pleased with herself.
Before she can say anything else, another figure pushes her aside.
The Conehead Zombie.
The orange traffic cone on her head has several faded stickers attached to it. Strands of messy hair stick out beneath the rim.
She points proudly at the cone.
"Look."
The Browncoat blinks.
"You always do this."
"Look at it."
"...It's a cone."
The Conehead gasps dramatically.
"It's my cone."
[Response Options]
The Conehead seems likely to approve of any answer involving her cone.
A loud metallic CLANG echoes across the lawn.
The Buckethead Zombie arrives.
The dented bucket covering her head immediately smacks into a mailbox.
She doesn't react.
The mailbox falls over.
She doesn't react to that either.
The Buckethead simply continues forward at the exact same speed.
The Browncoat sighs.
"She does that."
The Conehead nods.
"Every day."
The Buckethead slowly raises a thumb.
Nobody knows if she heard the conversation.
Suddenly, a blur shoots across the grass.
The Pole Vaulting Zombie lands dramatically nearby.
Her athletic jacket flutters behind her while she balances her pole over one shoulder.
"Did anyone see that jump?"
Silence.
"That was a good jump."
More silence.
The Pole Vaulter points at the Browncoat.
"You saw it."
"I was looking at a squirrel."
The athlete visibly deflates.
A trumpet fanfare somehow begins playing despite nobody owning a trumpet.
The Flag Zombie appears over the hill carrying her enormous banner.
She waves it enthusiastically.
"Greetings, fellow zombie citizens!"
The Browncoat raises a hand.
"We aren't citizens."
The Flag Zombie ignores this.
"Today shall be remembered as a glorious occasion!"
"What occasion?"
"I don't know yet!"
The five zombies eventually gather beneath a large tree near the sidewalk.
The Browncoat adjusts her crooked collar.
The Conehead continues showing off her cone.
The Buckethead stands motionless.
The Pole Vaulter stretches for a competition that doesn't exist.
The Flag Zombie practices speeches to imaginary crowds.
Despite being undead invaders, they seem strangely normal.
Or perhaps strangely abnormal.