After You Died

I opened my eyes to find myself on a conveyor belt. A conveyor belt headed for an incinerator that burns corpses! [Warning: Incinerator 1km ahead. If you are a 'living' zombie, stand up.] Who am I, and where is this? "I hate repeating myself, so listen carefully the first time." The man grabbed my chin painfully, as if it would break, and looked at me as he spoke. "You're a zombie. A newly resurrected zombie." As soon as I resurrect as a zombie, the man sells me off to a factory? "Dayland Constitution, Article 9. The strong can rule over the weak." The 7th District, where I belong, is a place where exploitation and discrimination are commonplace. Damn it, I can't live like this, be...