The Soulless Corpse Project

Its no surprise when the remaining 5% of the worlds population are kids.
"Shuddup, we aren't kids. You are the author, right? Get your facts right, woman."
Okay, TEENS.

It’s 3018. All the beautiful wonders of the world cannot be comprehended by civilization anymore. Restaurants have been long forgotten.

Oh, I'm sorry; you thought I'm talking about the human civilization?

Haha. Hell no.

Hoards of zombies scrounge the dry and bashed land for their next meal. Nearly 95% of the world's population has been made into a full course meal with a touch of the recently eaten Cheetos they had the moment before they themselves were eaten.
Honestly, that was a rare delicacy.
The surviving 5% of the population was scattered across the fatal lands, hunting down an isolated area for asylum; of course, with a pack of trail mix in one hand and a machine gun in the other.

Becca, Alex, Minji, and Jay are a couple of the last survivors on Earth. Alex just happens to be half-zombie half-'man', if not full. When you're stuck next a 'hombiman' and are about to go after the morons who started the whole crappy Zombiefest in the first place, what chances do you think they have for not being the next one on the dinner plate?