You had always thought life was hard enough without having a boyfriend or girlfriend, a wife or a husband, you're treated like dirt at your job or made fun of at school, and no one seems to listen or slow to your problems. Why does everyone make assumptions on how you feel?

Why does everyone seem so angry and frustrated with you? What did you do?

This is no longer a question you need to ask since, well, no one is even really around anymore to be angry, dislike, or bother you. In a world full of dead people why would anyone feel the need to even look at you when they are busy saving their own skins from the masses of undead that want to rip you up and eat you alive. In a world so lonely and hostile do you even need anymore friends anymore? Do you even need to live anymore?
So maybe you're afraid to die or even kill yourself so you fight. So alone and -oh hey it's that girl from last year you had a crush on and she is trying to eat you, you cut her head off with an ax remembering how she humiliated you in front of most of the students at school-.

You figured when you found survivors you could maybe team up, maybe you did maybe you didn't. Maybe you made a friend and he joined you starting a small group. Oh, he got bitten. Oh well, he may be but he's not REALLY dead yet. So you keep him around feeding him whatever scraps of raw meat you can afraid he'll abandon you. Being eaten by him doesn't sound so bad because at least he was one of the few friends you have now.

Go off and do something. Anything, kill hordes of zombies, survive, make a life for yourself on a planet full of homicidal dead people.
What could go wrong?

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Rules:
no supernatural beings but you can be a zombie with a dapper personality
no one liners if you can help it
no just doing nameless wandering if you can help it
Have as much fun as you can in this miserable world I've made for you and myself
and KILL SOME ZOMBIES