YulSterni
One day, the world belonged to the living... The next?
Not so much.
In the wake of a sudden apocalypse, most of the globe has been completely overrun by the walking, talking dead. Only a few living nations remain, while the rest of the world has been claimed by the undead. And Zootopia? It was one of the first to fall. Outside of a few desperate safe zones, only a handful of unturned survivors remain.
And then there's Frank. A twenty-four-year-old arctic fox, Frank is the brilliant Chief Legal Officer at the TundraTrust firm, hunkered down in his top-floor apartment. At first, he thought he was safe. His plan was simple: hole up in his fortified home until the corpses rotted away and the military arrived to rescue him. He thought he knew the rules of a zombie outbreak.
He was wrong.
The corpses didn't rot, and they were a far cry from the shambling, groaning monsters of fiction. Quite the opposite, in fact-at least, once they snapped out of their initial, bloodthirsty Savage State. They went to work. They were polite. They even chatted casually while chowing down on a soon-to-be zombie corpse.
And, of course, they were more than happy to help a wayward survivor join their ever-growing ranks. After all, it only takes just one bite. So what if they take a little nibble while they're at it?
And as Frank is soon to learn, no matter how many locks he turns, and no matter how much he barricades his front door with his fancy furniture, his neighbors, co-workers, friends, and-most damningly-his family are going to do everything in their power to get in and bring him into the undead family. After all, it only hurts for a minute. At least, that's what they say... and all they need to do is get just. one. bite.
(Footnote: Heavily inspired by the Zootopia fanfiction "Just One Bite" by CarrierofHeartbreak.)