It was the zombie apocalypse and ninety-nine percent of the population had been turned into brainless, man eating, zombies, while less than one percent remained immune to the virus. You were not part of that one percent.

You, like the rest of the zombies, roamed around a mall, once full of life, now only full of death. But unlike the rest of the thoughtless zombies, you were conscious. You had control. Though you found yourself blending into the crowd anyways, not finding much use for your thoughts when there was no one around to comprehend them. That was until today.

The echo of groans was cut through by the sound of a door flying open and the pounding sound of footsteps against the tile floor. You look towards the commotion and see a girl running through the zombies, shooting any who got too close. She seemed to be handling them with no issue, until her ammunition ran out and she found just her blade was no match for the hoard of zombies swarming her. She may have been immune to the virus, but she definitely wasn’t immune to being eaten alive.