Masks & Rated C

Normal zombie apocalypse, kind of.

Virus mutates others to be blood driven, hungry, violent. The world is in devastation, becoming a dystopian scenery.

The only ones who can survive the virus? Those who are not bitten, they were bunny gas masks, a symbol of innocence but not prosperity, and those who are cannibals already and learned to control what they've felt for long before the virus came.

While the bunnies look for fresh food under caution, the cannibals thrive, using those who have passed on as sustenance, practically immune, but not indestructible. Kuru, or other illnesses, of course, but they manage.

The people are often divided, seeing those who ate their own kind of unforgivable, a moral hierarchy seeping into ones bones, and womb.

Markings on the walls learned your place.