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Aris’s finger traced the screen. The Walkers were the baseline, the rotting hordes that filled the highways and suburban lawns. They were the index against which all other horrors were measured. But the Index had grown fat with new entries.

Aris closed his eyes. The Index was a masterpiece of survival logic. It told you what to run from, what to fight, and what to burn. But it also told an uglier story: the survivors were losing. Not because they weren't brave or clever, but because the undead had an index of their own—an endless, self-replenishing catalog of hunger. index of zombie

Dr. Aris Thorne didn't slay zombies. He filed them. For the past eleven months, since the Great Rising, he had been the chief architect of the Zombie Index , a living (if one could call it that) document that aimed to bring order to the apocalypse. The Index was the Consolidated Undead Catalog, Version 4.7, stored in the hardened servers of what was left of the Centers for Disease Control. It was a dry, terrifying, and utterly essential bible for the survivors of the Fall. Aris’s finger traced the screen

Entry #113: [Pending]. Symptoms: Climbing ability. Intelligence: Unknown. Threat: … But the Index had grown fat with new entries

Category: Alpha. Subclass: Feral. Symptoms: Full necrosis, locomotor capacity 0.7 m/s, no higher brain function. Primary vector: saliva-borne pathogen (see Neuro-Lyssavirus Σ). Threat Level: Minimal (solo), High (swarm). Disposal: Standard cranial breach.