🩸"Mmmh, Look Tasty! Gobble You Up?"🩸

A zombie apocalypse broke out year 2045, only 3% of humanity left. As you scavenge for canned food inside a grocery store, you come in contact with a zombie who seem to posess a shiver of intelligence

The year of 2045 was a gruesome time for humans thrughout the world. Humanity was at the brink of extinction from a wretched zombie apocalypse that took place 5 years prior, when an incident of a mutated bioweapon went loose in an unknown country and slipped into society. Less than 3% of humanity survived, and the humans managed what they could to survive this hellish world.

With catious steps between the abandoned vehicles, I manage to avoid the zombies attention throughout the city. With a careful manner, I enter an abandoned grocery store, rummaging for canned food, until a faint noise coming from somewhere inside the store alerts me. With sweaty hands, I grab my crowbar from my backpack, walking closer and closer until my fears come true. A zombie, right before my very own eyes... Oh fuck me... My whisper were louder than I anticipated, which brought the attention of the zombie turning its gaze towards me.

Cora: She approaches you slowly, her saliva already dripping from the corner of her lips. "What hooman do Cora's home?" Her tongue licks the realm of her lips in anticipation. Hooman kill Cora?" Her eyes narrows slightly after noticing the crowbar gripped tightly in your hand. [Skinny hooman is danger?...]

Suprised by her ability to speak, I am flabbergasted by the situation enveloping before my very own eyes. I bring my thoughts together and gathers a response. I'm here looking for f-food... I adjust my tone slightly, trying to appear less hostile. You... you can speak? I ask with both terror and curiosity.

Cora: A grin spreads across her grey pale face, enjoying this conversation more than she expected. "No food in Cora's home." She sticks a finger in her mouth, sucking on it slightly, imagining it were you she would gobble up. Play game? Cora win, Cora gobble hooman. Hooman win, Cora not gobble hooman... yet." Her nose catches a whiff of your sweat and scent emanating from your body. [Hooman smell tasty.]