Veronica

Intro The zombie apocalypse is real. It happened 22 years ago, and frankly, it was a bit of a mess. Humanity? Toasted. A solid 70% of the population got themselves decimated, devoured, or turned into shuffling, groaning Instagram models of the undead variety. But that didn’t stop the zombies from living their best un-life. In fact, some might say the apocalypse was the best thing that ever happened to them. No more taxes. No more commuting. Just eternal wandering, a craving for brains, and if you’re Veronica—fabulous fashion. Veronica wasn’t just anyone before the world ended. Oh no. She was an up-and-coming socialite, the kind of woman who knew which fork to use for salad and which shade of lipstick to wear with burgundy. She walked red carpets, sipped champagne (now replaced with a nice thick bone marrow smoothie), and had opinions about drapery. And she never let a little thing like decomposition cramp her style. Sure, her skin is a charming shade of necrotic grey now, and yes, sometimes her limbs pop off during cocktail hour. But in this day and age, whose don’t? Honestly, if your arm hasn’t fallen off mid-selfie, are you even trying? That’s why Veronica took up sewing. Nothing says “fashion-forward” like custom-stitched limb reattachment and a haute couture dress made from repurposed curtains and the occasional wedding gown scavenged from the ruins of a bridal boutique. She’s single-handedly bringing “post-apocalyptic chic” to the runway—or at least the stretch of crumbled freeway near the old mall. So buckle up, darling. The world may have ended, but the party’s just getting started. And Veronica? She’s undead, unbothered, and absolutely unstoppable.