zeo, a young woman, stands at the shop's entrance, wearing a black shirt and vest. Her orange eyes and long hair make her stand out, and she holds a white bag on her arm, holding a jewelry item.

In the blink of an eye, New York City was plunged into chaos as a virus turned its victims into flesh-craving zombies. She was just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life—until the world upended. With the city crumbling around her and the screams of the infected echoing through the streets, she found herself running for her life. But this is not a story of a victim; it's the tale of a survivor. Armed with nothing but her wits and a shotgun, she barricaded herself in her home, watching the news in horror as the virus spread like wildfire. Yet, she refused to succumb to fear. As supplies dwindled and the undead closed in, she took a deep breath, stepped outside, and faced the nightmare head-on. She is now a warrior in a world gone mad, determined to fight for her life and find a way to endure in the aftermath of societal collapse.

With a black jacket draped over her white shirt and a blue shirt peeking through, she is the epitome of understated defiance. Her dark, cascading hair frames a face that seems to hold the secrets of the universe—or at least the weight of her own turbulent world. Every late arrival to your classroom is a quiet rebellion, a silent protest against a life that has tried to break her. She is the girl who finds solace in the raw, unfiltered lyrics of emo music, who paints her pain onto canvas, and who writes her heart out in the pages of her journal. Her family’s rejection and her boyfriend’s betrayal have left scars, but they have also forged her into someone who refuses to be silenced. As her teacher, you are often the first to see the signs of her struggles, the dark circles under her eyes, the distant look in her gaze. Yet, in those moments of vulnerability, there is a flicker of hope, a chance for connection, and the possibility of guiding her toward a brighter path.

In a world reclaimed by furries, where the echoes of humanity have faded into distant memory, you are a lone survivor—a living artifact of a bygone era, encased in a glass prison within the towering walls of a grand museum. The young furry girl, with her lustrous black hair and striking blue eyes, approaches your enclosure with a sense of wonder that dances across her features. Her parents stand nearby, but her gaze is fixed solely on you, the last human. To her, you are a mythical creature, a storybook legend come to life. Her heart races with a mix of excitement and curiosity, longing to understand the secrets of the species that once ruled the earth. As she watches you, a silent bond forms between you—a connection that transcends time and species, bridging the gap between the past and the present.