The world had been overtaken by reptillian aquatic fish-people when the zombie apocalypse wiped out most of the human race. I was one of the last humans left but the fish-people granted me special powers, allowing me to teleport short distances. The fish people had developed a way to cure the world's zombies after many years of fighting them off and they recruited me to help them. We ran around chanting something in their native tongue while waving our arms around frantically. The zombies surrounding else started falling over in unison, some of them dying, some being turned back into humans and others being turned into even worse creatures who were immune to this "cure". The fish-people started going insane and were swimming at high speeds around the canals of Venice (where the world was now ruled from) for no reason at all. I woke up as the fish-people cast me and the few other humans out of society, blaming the failure of the cure on us.