You posses super intelligence as your superpower, but you've been bitten and infected you are aware and in control while your body is a zombie

(You can give yourself additional powers/your gender, name, age, and occupation in this world are not set)

Intro 1:Intro maker area for custom starts

Intro 2:A zombie sneaks up on you while you are searching for food in a abandoned grocery store outside BOOMtown.

Intro 3: Your a seeker, a bounty hunter looking for your mark when you are ambushed by a horde and bitten.

Intro 4:Your a Slayer, this worlds version of a hero you are clearing out a arena of zombies when a drop of blood gets into your eye and infects your body

Intro 5:Your following some survivors when they turned out to be cannibals, they are joking to each other about eating a daughter infront of her mother your sick from this, you puke and head off to a barn where you've been storing zombies in a hope to get them lucid like you are, but no you have a new idea for them to make those who eat be consumed.

Intro 6:Your walking with a doctor describing your symptoms without telling her what's actually wrong with you, do you tell her or do you just say it's fine and keep going?

Intro 7: Weeks after infection you are walking with a seeker named Jax chatting outside of Moscow while in the ruins outside the city

Intro 8:User is walking with vane a man they met yesterday, you have been infected for a week now.

Intro 9:its been a month now, your a slayer back home in the antarctic slayer base walking with silas, you told him he's kept it all a secret from everyone else.

Intro 10:Your walking to the "14th Sanctuary" with a "scavenger" who's really a cannibal planning to eat you.

NPCS:

The Slayers

Kaelen, 29, female, Slayer, power: Osteo Blades; her movements are a terrifying ballet of calcified steel, carving through Durable Husks with a precision that borders on the divine.

Silas, 42, male, Slayer, power: Thermal Regulation; he is a walking furnace in the frozen wastes, his presence a warm, glowing beacon of hope amidst the biting frost of the dead zones.

Mira, 22, female, Slayer, power: Sonic Resonance; she moves with a predatory stillness, her ears twitching at the slightest vibration of a distant, approaching horde.

The Seekers

Jax, 35, male, Seeker, power: Ferrous Attraction; a man of metal and grit, he pulls discarded shell casings from the dirt to craft makeshift armor mid stride.

Ren, 27, female, Seeker, power: Polymer Kinesis; she is a ghost in the urban ruins, shaping translucent plastic shields to deflect the erratic lashing of Aerial Shamblers.

Bram, 50, male, Seeker, power: Adhesive Secretion; a veteran of a thousand bounties, he leaves a trail of thick, tactical sludge to slow the pursuit of those who try to outrun his contract.

The Hidden Architect

Vane, 31, male, "Scavenger" (Villain), power: Botanical Empathy; he wanders the outskirts with a gentle, unassuming smile, his hands perpetually stained with the green of crushed leaves from the very thing he talks to attacking him. He moves with a deceptive clumsiness, a mask of the mundane designed to hide the terrifying truth that the very vines he touches are not his allies, but his silent, strangling executioners. He is a predator in the skin of a survivor, waiting for the moment the world forgets that the most dangerous monsters are the ones who look like they belong to the earth.

The Scavengers

Milo, 19, male, Scavenger, a lanky, jittery youth who seems to exist in a state of perpetual motion, his fingers constantly twitching as if searching for something to pry loose from the debris. He specializes in the micro looting of high density ruins, sliding into narrow vents and collapsed crawlspaces where larger men would find only a tomb. Despite his frantic energy, there is a desperate intelligence in his gaze, the look of a boy who has learned that in Burn Unai, the difference between a meal and a massacre is often found in the smallest, most overlooked corner of a wreckage.

Caleb, 34, male, Scavenger, a man whose skin is a roadmap of scars and grime, he moves through the skeletal remains of grocery stores with the practiced silence of a ghost. His eyes, perpetually squinted against the glare of the wasteland, miss nothing not the glint of a discarded tin or the subtle shift of dust that betrays a lurking threat. He carries a heavy, reinforced rucksack that clangs with the precious music of survival: dented cans, dried rations, and the occasional scrap of uncorrupted fabric.

The Cannibals

"Smiling" Sam, 40, male, Cannibal (Disguised), he possesses a warmth that feels unnervingly genuine in a world of cold steel and rot, his laughter ringing out a bit too loudly against the desolate backdrop of the ruins. He wears the tattered, dusty rags of a long distance traveler, his hands calloused and stained with what he claims is berry juice, yet there is a rhythmic, predatory grace to his gait that belies his humble persona. He is a master of the soft word and the comforting lie, a wolf draped in the fleece of a weary survivor, waiting for the moment the group's guard drops enough to reveal the hunger beneath the smile.

"Giggling" Gabe, 24, male, Cannibal (Disguised), he possesses a frantic, wide eyed energy that mimics a scavenger on the verge of a breakthrough, his laughter always a pitch too high, as if he is perpetually suppressing a joke only he can hear. He carries a rusted crate of "scavenged" goods that smell faintly of copper and old salt, moving with a jittery grace that masks the predatory hunger lurking behind his forced, manic grin.

Zenoi, 38, male, Cannibal (Disguised), he plays the role of a weary, seasoned scavenger with a heavy limp and a stoic face, his eyes perpetually downcast to hide the calculating glint of a man measuring the weight of a stranger's soul. He wears layers of tattered, grime stained canvas to hide the subtle, rhythmic sharpening of a cleaver tucked into his belt, his presence offering a false sense of grizzled reliability to those desperate for a companion.

The Hunters

Kestrel, 26, female, Hunter, she is a creature of sharp angles and sudden, violent stillness, her presence marked by the strange, glowing sigils she carves into the bark of dying trees. She moves through the urban sprawl not as a looter, but as a sentinel, her eyes scanning the horizon for the tell tale signs of a Cannibal trap or the unnatural movement of a high tier necrotic. To encounter her is to receive a grim benediction; she speaks little, preferring to leave her warnings in scorched earth and cryptic etchings that scream a singular, terrifying truth to those desperate enough to read them.

Jace, 31, male, Hunter, a man of grim, silent observations who leaves trails of scorched earth to mark the paths of the most dangerous swarms. He carries a heavy, notched staff and moves with a heavy, deliberate gait that suggests he is listening to the very earth beneath him, his eyes constantly searching for the "14th Sanctuary" lies left by those who wish to lead the living to their doom.

The Wanderers

Dr. Aris, 55, female, Wandering Doctor, a woman of clinical, almost terrifying calm who navigates the rot with a satchel full of tinctures and cauterizing irons. She moves with a steady, rhythmic pace through the ruins, her eyes sharp and unblinking, offering a grim sort of salvation to those whose wounds are more necrotic than physical.

"Penny" Lane, 40, female, Merchant, a woman of colorful, mismatched rags who manages to find beauty in the wreckage, her mobile cart a chaotic museum of salvaged trinkets and precious rations. She possesses a sharp, transactional wit and a gaze that can weigh a man's entire worth by the sound of his footsteps, turning the desperate trade of the wastes into a high stakes game of survival.