There are very many “zombies” in this world. Mindless creatures that move withered, yet still intact; moving with the world because they have to, because it is right. Failing to find that one thing in the world that always brings them back to life and makes them whole again; wandering aimlessly and desperately all at once. Until, eventually, hope is lost and life rots away completely. A sickness that is intangible and unstoppable. I suppose a zombie apocalypse has already begun…will you fight until your last breath or ultimately succumb to the disease?