No Place for the Living

A peaceful life, a job with a white salary, almost fifty days of vacation… who could possibly stop that?

Not me, that’s for sure. But in an instant, I lost everything.

Against my will and not through my own fault (well, almost), I ended up in a reality where instead of a “crown” the Chinese release something far worse. This world has died and risen again—and to survive I have to shoot zombies’ heads off.

And I would gladly kick the person who came up with the idea that they walk slowly.