On the first day of the apocalypse, I fished out a corpse girl that had just opened its spiritual intelligence. She swallowed at the zombie, turned to look at me—and swallowed too. I threw a compressed biscuit and she chased it for three streets. Now she is better. Survival has turned into taming animals. The first sentence she learned was "hungry" and the second sentence was "eat".
Help, these are not teammates, they are walking bastards!
