Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
Jimin ran a hand through his pink hair and placed a black beanie over his head. He silently thanked his sixteen-year-old self for his obsession with apocalyptic films. He had all the necessary equipment needed to survive one, that is if he was lucky enough to not meet a zombie.
His living room was darker than usual and the large flat-screen TV behind him was on. He couldn't believe that he was watching the news, but that was the only way to stop Mr Smith from nagging. He began to check off his mental list of the things Mr Smith had gotten for him as it droned on behind him.
'Yesterday, an incident near the bridge led to the lives of hundreds being lost. A tragic accident brought about an onslaught of misfortune', the eyes of the reporter seemed to look right through the souls of whoever was watching. With prominent dark bags under her eyes and dishevelled hair, she was a far cry from her usual perfect image.
'Water purifier and canned food check'.
'A collision of dozens of cars caused an explosion. The explosion-', she stopped to gather herself. 'The explosion summoned the largest hoard the city has seen', There was hardly anyone watching her on the big screens outside. The zombies which were not preoccupied with screaming victims were walking around aimlessly, reached out to her with their hands but were unable to reach her.
'Painkillers and solar flashlight check'.
'The military is currently at the site of the accident, rescuing the survivors and killing as many of the creatures as they can', she had now given up on looking presentable and was now just reading from her script.
'Rope, gloves and dark overalls', Jimin winced as he looked at the ugly outfits. This was not the time to think about being fashionable though. He still almost cried when he thought of his babies, his precious cameras, being left behind.
'All citizens are advised to refrain from going outside for any reason-',
'Mr Smith, can you bring me my camera bag?'
The man nodded before excusing himself to retrieve the object.
The staff that worked at his penthouse had majorly downsized. Now he only had a chef, four bodyguards and Mr Smith.
He planned to head out and look for his story out there. What better story is there to tell than one about zombies?
It had led to his first fight with Mr Smith, which he ended up winning. He felt pathetic that the first time he decided to use his power, it was to silence Mr Smith.
He was aware of his privilege. His biggest worries were trivial things like dreams while somewhere out there could be someone who cat do that.
However an opportunity to leave the golden cage had risen, even if it meant crashing and burning, for the first time in his life he was going to try to spread his wings and fly. He feared that if he didn't seize the chance, his father's looming shadow would envelop him and crush everything he had worked so hard to hold on to. His dreams, his hopes and his soul.
As long he had bodyguards he was sure that he could get the footage he wanted and then leave.
The zombies can't be that bad.
A/N
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This was the first chapter in the first draft.
I had a dream that this book would be exactly 42 chapters🤡
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