I woke up after a fall—and there’s no cast. Instead, I became a zombie myself. Yes, the real, damn kind of zombie!
It was as if the world suddenly slid into some third-rate novel or a toy: a zombie apocalypse began. Only everyone else got a “survival quest,” while I got “a quest after death” right away. I’d already come to terms with being nothing but food for worms, but then the System showed up.
And this is getting a lot more interesting—especially for me, an almost professional gamer. The System generously hands out drops and gives me a chance to evolve... Wait. Then why the hell do all the people around me want to kill me?