Synopsis
The zombie apocalypse had flipped everything upside down. Zombies were running things now, and humans had figured out the only real way to stay alive was to cut deals with the smarter ones — the high-IQ zombies who had evolved past mindless shuffling. You fed them, they kept you safe. Simple enough. The rule was one high-level zombie per person, maximum. Resources were tight and nobody wanted to waste what little they had. San Wu's situation didn't quite follow that rule. She stood in front of a crowd of zombies pushing toward her, banged on the pot lid, and said…
