At Shen Fuguang’s wedding, the groom was embracing the bridesmaid and saying, “You’re the one I truly love,” when the grandparents in the audience suddenly lunged at the best man and sank their teeth into his neck. Bright red blood splattered across the pristine white wedding dress. The groom’s first instinct was to shove her out to act as a shield against the zombies. Shen Fuguang whipped off his tie and used it to bind the zombie’s mouth, awakening a special ability in the process: one touch could stop bleeding, and two could dispel rot. The catch was that every use cost her three strands of hair.
With her hairline in danger, she hiked up her wedding dress and ran. Along the way, she picked up a mutant kitten that could only call her “Sis,” saved a cool guy who used zombies as targets for sniper practice, and ran into her ex-fiancé, who was holding his new love and begging her to “save us for old times’ sake.”
Shen Fuguang sighed at her increasingly sparse part. “Sure, I’ll save you. But you’ll have to pay me in shampoo.”
In the apocalypse, supplies were scarce. Even scarcer were healers who could save your life. But nothing beat this healer, who guarded her hair like her life depended on it. Anyone who dared touch her hair-growth shampoo would find her just as willing to let zombies chew on their ass. And as she saved more and more people, Shen Fuguang began to realize that her ability might be more than just “saving people and losing hair”...
