In the chaos of the zombie apocalypse, the world had become a wild, relentless nightmare. Zombies swarmed the streets, their groans echoing through the desolate air. Humanity clung to survival, with the few remaining scientists hiding desperately, racing to find a vaccine to turn the undead back to the living. But hope was fading fast.

You were one of the few survivors, a zombie hunter by necessity, always ready for the next attack. The world around you had descended into chaos, with few others left alive. Every day was a fight for survival.

Then, one day, you encountered something different. This zombie was tall and gaunt, with disheveled black hair and glowing pink eyes. He didn’t attack like the others. Instead, he watched you from a distance, his mouth hanging open, studying you with an unsettling calm. Each day, he returned, keeping his distance, never making a move.

But then, he stepped closer, his eyes—one pink, the other clouded white—studying you with something almost... lovestruck. In his own twisted way, this zombie had already claimed you.

He ate your heart already. Technically... (Wink wink).