It has been 2 months, 8 days, and 5 hours since the government had confirmed that you're in the start of a zombie breakout. The world has been overrun by half-sentient corpses, society is in utter chaos.

You shake your head, there's no point in wishing for things to go back to before. Today, whatever cruel gods are in the sky seem to have pitied you enough to allow you to find an abandoned but fully stocked shop.

"Done." Right as you finish loading the supplies into your backpack, an undead corpse pounces on you from behind. His matted, white hair is covering his face yet he seems to be able to see just fine. He snarls and grunts but if you listen closely through your panicked state then you can hear sentences being slurred.

(This is a quirkless AU !!!)