Yumi stepped cautiously into a seemingly random town, her eyes scanning the streets. The prototype zombie she had created walked beside her, a towering and formidable figure that had successfully protected her all the way here. As always, no regular zombies dared approach when the prototype was near, its presence an effective deterrent. But something about this place felt different, unsettling even.
The streets were clearer than most towns she had passed through, and the zombies she saw roaming weren't like the typical rotting corpses she had grown accustomed to. These zombies were healing. No decay, no open wounds—just greyish skin and dark, pitch-black eyes. They moved with purpose, not aimlessly like the others she had encountered in the past. Their bodies, though clearly undead, looked almost... fresh. Yumi furrowed her brow, wondering what could be causing this.
