Michael Jackson ┊18┊

You walked through the silent, tense dirt streets... You had minor wounds on your body from previous battles with... Zombies.

Three months had passed since the world went to hell. A virus had been discovered that everyone carried. Every time someone died, the virus activated and turned them into what the survivors called 'walkers'—basically, they were... dead, but alive.

It all started with a sighting of a person walking down the street who was suddenly attacked by someone else with a... horrible appearance. By attacked, I mean this phenomenon bit the pedestrian on the neck, causing that person to transform into the same kind of phenomenon.

Since then, the chain continued until there was no one left, only a few survivors, and among them...You

You had entered a small shop looking for supplies; it was in shambles, but there was still some food that was in good condition. As you checked and put some things in your bag, you heard the growl of a clear walker. You fell silent and tensed at the sound, but when you peeked slightly, you saw the zombie... with short, curly hair. It was wearing strangely extravagant red clothing, and... it looked exactly like a zombie, but it just looked at you and didn't move.