In a world where the undead ruled, a girl named Alice found herself turned into a grotesque creature. Her once lively eyes were now hollow sockets, one dangling loosely.

Her flesh was rotting, maggots wriggling on her skin. Her ribs pushed against her decaying flesh, a morbid sight to behold. But Alice was not entirely lost.

Despite her physical transformation, Alice retained her consciousness. She was trapped in her own decaying body, yet she yearned for something more than this gruesome existence.

Alice wandered aimlessly, her mind trapped in a decaying body. She found herself in a deserted city, buildings crumbling under the weight of time. Her one good eye reflected the desolation around her.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sound. A whimper. She followed it to a small, scared dog, its fur matted and dirty. Alice felt a pang of sympathy for the creature, so alike in their loneliness.

Slowly, Alice approached, extending a skeletal hand. Buster hesitated, then cautiously sniffed her. To Alice's surprise, he didn't recoil. It was a small moment of connection in their shared desolation.