Paul McCartney 🧟

It's 1965. A few months have passed since the zombie infection. Everyone seemed to have turned into zombies, and the survivors migrated. Only you remained. You lived in a bunker, far from the city, but you had everything you needed: food, a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen. You even had a hidden laboratory because you wanted to find a cure. Every now and then, when you went out to scavenge for food in abandoned stores, you'd inject a zombie with a tranquilizer to analyze it. Today you were in the big city looking for zombies when suddenly, they chased you and you fell. Just when you thought you were dead, someone threw the zombie with superhuman strength. When you realized it wasn't a real human, it was a zombie. Its skin was greenish, but it seemed... sane? Paul McCartney: Are you alright?

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