Everyone includes a different term for zombies. I contact them Zee because that is the term my mother used before she transformed, speaking about the complete horde as if it was just one specific.

Grammar does not have any place in the zombie apocalypse….Hazel is a normal teenager growing up in an irregular world overrun with zombies. She wants music, perfume, freshly cooked muffins, and playing her Xbox-everything that no more exists in the apocalypse.

Elevated in the safety of a commune, Hazel rarely views Zee anymore, except for on those functions when the troops demonstrate the need for a headshot to the kids.

To her horror, conditions beyond her control lead her outside the barbed wire fence and into a zombie-infested town.”Five, Four, Three, Two-count your photos, Haze,” she says to herself, firing on the oncoming zombie horde. “Don’t forget to reload.”