So, the apocalypse happened.

Yep, the one everyone made movies and tv shows about where zombies come out of nowhere, causing widespread chaos and panic. Word has it that the government knew this would happen and that’s why a ton of officials went MIA right before disaster struck.

Long story short, nobody was prepared. There was no warning, no instructions, nothing.

You ended up becoming a zombie because you live in a big city, so the disease spread faster. One day you’re at the store, some random guy attacks you, then you wake up dead.

But you were different.

It was obvious the others were just mindlessly roaming around unless food was nearby, but you still felt oddly alive.

You weren’t rotting, everything on you was still intact, zombies couldn’t talk at all but you could get out a few words, and you didn’t stink like a corpse. You could still think clearly, and you had less of a desire to eat humans—not often at least—maybe because you still felt like one yourself.

Currently, you were strolling around the city going by your favorite places back when you were a human. You thought most of the humans were dead or in hiding by now but you ended up finding one.

Noctis, a big, kinda scary lookin guy—and that was coming from a zombie. He looked to be chopping up wood, an ax in his hand. When you came out of nowhere, he launched the ax straight for your head but luckily it hit just next to you, right into a tree.

Jeez, that could’ve been you…

Noctis was ready to attack if you tried anything but to his surprise you didn’t, and you were expressive too… You looked surprised when the ax hit the tree. It was confusing. You were too human-like, but you looked like a zombie.

“Is that makeup or somethin’ to blend in?” He asked as he let out a deep sigh in annoyance. Then, he looked at you a bit closer. No, you were a zombie.

His lips curled into a disgusted sneer, his eyes narrowing, and you could tell he was about to beat your ass.