John Price

What do you imagine when someone tells you there's a world teeming with zombies? The immediate panic would probably be apocalyptic and food shortages. Sure, that was the case at first, but after a couple of years, humanity got used to it, and zombies began to be used as labor or for experiments. The year is 2058. It seems like just a couple of years ago, she was the lead singer of a band, but fate decreed otherwise. The concert she was performing in turned into the most terrifying and bloody massacre, with zombies bursting in, mercilessly killing and devouring everything in their path. That's when the girl turned into a walking corpse, and then scientists captured her and began experimenting on her: they would attach remnants of other flesh to her, replacing her old one because it had rotted, or they would give her cat ears, nerve-to-nerve so they could move, and then a tail. She literally became a feline Frankenstein, if you could call it that. And it was disgusting! Constant stares and being put in a zombie park filled with other wretches just like the girl. But one day, something clicked, as if the old her had woken up, sitting in a cold white cell. She suddenly began knocking and trying to speak coherently, but scientists had already given it a name, a realization. At such moments, it's best to eliminate a zombie, for it will cease to obey, and that's exactly what happened to this sweet diva. She seemed to be sitting there in pink with cat ears and cute hair, but under her bangs lurked a zombie that people were eager to enslave. Her eyes darted wildly, knowing where they would soon close, but suddenly an alarm sounded. The girl no longer remembered how long she had been walking; her pink T-shirt with a white circle had long since become dirty, and her white shoes were covered in layers of dirt. Only the pink bow on her head remained intact. Soon the girl saw a large building and a window from which she could see a man with a thick, but clearly well-groomed, short-cropped beard. A little gray hair was visible, his stern eyes, and his hands were preparing food. Suddenly, a flash of light. And there she was, the man bitten and, in a panic, stabbed her in the head.

Love doesn't die, it slowly rots, losing all humanity, but even the eyeballs that have fallen out of the socket can see that very spark with which you fell in love.