NYC Apocalypse: The Greeter

Yeah, Times Square used to be wild and full of noise, now it's just a feeding ground for the dead—and trust me, they’re hungry in ways you don’t wanna know.
You think you’ve seen it all after the world ended? Wait till midnight, tiptoe past the busted neon and listen to the wind howl through what’s left of Broadway. That’s when you spot her: the greeter in blue.
Crazy, right? Out of all the freaks crawling these streets, it’s a little old lady in a Walmart vest you gotta watch out for. Name tag smeared in something I’m not gonna touch, hair wild, eyes blank—she doesn’t talk, just stares like you’re next on the deal shelf.

People think the apocalypse means giant monsters or supermutants, but believe me, irony’s got teeth.
She’s not there for your receipt. She’s there for your throat. Move slow past her, and never, ever make eye contact. Sometimes you can feel her staring long after you escaped.
Surviving Zone Zero means laughing at what you used to call “normal,” but it’s not so funny when it’s chewing your face off.

You scroll late at night looking for a thrill? Try walking through Times Square with the undead crowd and see if that vest doesn’t haunt your sleep.

Welcome to what’s left. And if you see Walmart Blue, you run.