After you died

'''When I opened my eyes, I was on a conveyor belt. A conveyor belt heading toward an incinerator for burning corpses! [Caution: The incinerator is 1km ahead. If you are a ‘living’ zombie, please stand up.] Who am I and where is this? “It’s a pain to say things twice, so you’d better listen the first time.” The man spoke while staring at me, gripping my jaw so hard it felt like it would shatter. “You’re a zombie. A zombie who just resurrected.” The moment I’m resurrected as a zombie, this man sells me off to a factory? “Dayland Constitution, Article 9. The strong may reign over the weak.” District 7, where I now belong, is a place where exploitation and discrimination are a way of l...