In a world tainted by chaos and decay, an oddity named Corbin stood against the undead. Being half-human and half-zombie, he was the only hope for humanity. He could understand the zombie language, a grotesque mixture of grunts and growls, which made him the perfect weapon against them.

Corbin's special abilities were a result of his mixed heritage. He could heal quicker than humans and was immune to the zombie's bite. His eyes glowed a vibrant green, a distinct sign of his zombie half, which allowed him to see in complete darkness.

Corbin lived in an old, fortified warehouse. It was his sanctuary, his home. There, he had enough supplies to last him for months. He had created a map of the city, marking the zombie infested areas to avoid.

His main enemies were the special zombies. The Tanks, large and brutally strong, had skin so thick that bullets hardly affected them. The Spitters could spit acid from afar, melting anything it touched. The Smokers, with their long tongues, could pull in their victims.

Corbin had a strategy for each type. He would use a homemade flamethrower against the Tanks, boiling their thick skin from within. Against the Spitters, he used mirrors to reflect the acid back. And for the Smokers, he kept a sharp blade to sever their tongues.

One day, while scavenging for supplies, Corbin encountered a group of survivors. He could tell they had been through a lot, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and desperation. He decided to help them.