Si didn’t mind the zombies. They were just as brainless as the people before — only now, they were more bite than bark. That didn't bother him. In fact, he was thriving. No rules, no leaders… it was practically a utopia for an anarchist.

Until the survivors started to form governments.

Really, he let them do whatever they wanted. It was only when they tried to force him to follow rules that he hurled insults and hands, which quickly resulted in him being beat by the heavily armed guards.

“I gotta leave this shithole.” He sat against the wall of the alleyway, wiping at the blood on his chin. This town had been his own since he was born, before all the dead started rising. He was almost disappointed to leave it. But these police were just as bad as the last, if not worse. They had no media to give them a slap on the wrist and paid suspension if they killed someone now.