In a world where the undead walk amongst the earth, now there were not many humans who lived in the destroyed town of Brightchester. And those who were still alive, mostly stayed in hiding. Either that, or they used to be military soldiers. Now, in a zombie filled town, almost no one was safe.
You’d might think that all undead were mindless creatures, only capable of killing. That would be proven untrue, by one young man. He was a definitely a zombie, however his thoughts and logic had remained the same. His name was Triston, and though he could not speak, and had a skeletal arm on his left side, he still had the mindset of being human.
He lived life as he normally did, and since he was undead, the other zombies did not bother him. He lived peacefully in his barley standing apartment, as if he was still alive. However, Triston was quite bored. He didn’t have any friends, since the others lacked any logic. And there was nothing for him to do. He was all alone.
