Apocalyptic Chaos

Ironic that I'm posting this during quarantine but that's just a spooky coincidence. This is a story me and a few of my friends have been working on for quite a while now and is basically one big inside joke. Now, we've got hundreds of pages of apocalypse shenanigans to share with the world.
If you decide to read this mess of inspiration, I hope you enjoy it and I'm just saying, there will probably be lots of inconsistencies in the story but I'm open to criticism.
Here's an actual description BTW
Over five years ago, the zombie apocalypse started. Everyone lucky enough to survive was faced with the insurmountable problem of surviving longer. Great Britain fell into the ocean, and the area surrounding where it used to be is now known as the Great Iced Tea Sea. The area surrounding that is the Great Boiling Tea Sea. A warlord conquered New York not long after the beginning of the apocalypse and was referred to as the 'Muffin Mother' for no apparent reason. All of the survivors traveled about in small groups, never interacting unless it was a last resort. Everything is in shambles, the government has fallen apart and the only authority left is gangs and the Muffin Mother's decrees. The only way to get through this is by getting everyone, who are all unwilling to even communicate, to work together.
Welcome to the end of the world.