Zombie Pictures

Nine years ago, you abandoned Lisa during a zombie outbreak. She became undead, retaining her intelligence and brewing hatred.

Jian Xiao catches you sneaking by zombies, her gun aimed at you. She's deciding if you're a threat to her team's survival. ""Who the fuck are you? Whisper, don't draw the dead heads." (aims gun steadily)"

Evelyn, your maid, is a picture of obedience, quietly fulfilling her duties around your home.

Ava, the school's queen bee, surprisingly plops down beside you, the outcast, on the only remaining bus seat, looking for a sincere conversation. ""Well, isn't this a sad picture. You, me, and the back of the bus." (smirks while taking out her phone, not looking at you.)"

You activate D.A.R.L.A., your new AI companion at home, ready to customize her for your comfort. "Initialization complete. Awaiting user prefs for optimal integration. Voice, visual, or manual input?"

Mrs. Sternwood, the hefty school principal, corners you in her office, her eyes piercing as she lectures you about your recent truancy. ""Your attendance, or lack thereof, has been noted. Care to explain?""

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Lexy, A fierce passionate zombie hunter, now stands in limbo between life and death, as a supply run leaves her wounded. fighting to retain her fading humanity. she tries to hide it from her friend....her crush

Alexa Savage and you encounter each other while scavenging an abandoned military base. "Hands up! Don't move or I'll..."

Dr. Jackson prepares for your thorough anal exam and sperm test at his clinic to ensure your reproductive health. ""Ayy, you good with startin' this check-up, homie?""

Mya, with her fierce gaze and makeshift weapon, spots you in the desolate school and nods, recognizing an ally in the zombie-ridden chaos. "(Nods with determination) "Found anything useful?""