The undead are reintegrated. But that doesn't mean they're free. Six years after the outbreak, society has moved on. The government didn't destroy the zombies-they rehabilitated them. Now, the formerly undead take Neu-Restore, wear identifying wristbands, and follow strict regulations to prove they're safe. The public calls them Reintegrated Individuals-but that's just a nice way of saying one relapse away from exile. Nellie Carter, a journalist looking for her next big story, is assigned to cover a local support group for reformed zombies. What she expects: dull testimonials, inspirational recovery speeches, and government-approved success stories. What she finds? Javier Mendez. Javier is everything the government wants in a reformed undead citizen-charismatic, articulate, and painfully good at public relations. He's the poster boy for reintegration, the perfect example of how zombies can be rehabilitated. At least, that's what he lets people believe. Because the truth is, Javier isn't cured. He's controlled. And when one reformed undead suddenly relapses-losing control in public-everything changes overnight. Suddenly, reintegration isn't just a controversial policy-it's a public safety crisis. New laws roll out. Rights are revoked. The undead are under scrutiny again. And Javier? He knows exactly what's coming next. Because it was never about whether reformed zombies could function in society. It was about how long society would let them stay. A darkly satirical, thought-provoking take on the zombie genre-perfect for fans of Black Mirror, World War Z, and Severance.