I woke up to find myself in a room. I got up and noticed I was naked. I looked around But no one was there. Then suddenly the door opened and I jumped back. It was a beautiful woman wearing a skin tight black leather suit, she had short black hair and pale skin.
But one thing was wrong, her eyes were white and without pupils. I grabbed a wooden plank off a nearby desk. She shook her head.
"Don't worry. I'm not a deadie." I cocked my head in confusion. Did that deadie just... talk?
"I'm an Immune. A survivor. The virus infected me but worked. Well minus a few look adjustments." She gestured to her face. "But I'm still human."
She looked down at my crotch. I dropped the plank and covered it, embarrassed. She laughed.
"Looks like you're pretty human too."
She walked towards me and I backed away until I was on the wall. She took a bandage and wrapped a gash I had not noticed on my arm. I was tense. Waiting for that burning sensation.
"No," she said, "It doesn't burn. See?"
She placed a hand on my chest and I gasped. But felt nothing but skin. Nice... Soft... What am I thinking?
"Who are you?"
She stepped back.
"Ella. Ella Wayne. And you?"
I gained my composure and stood up straight, revealing my crotch, which for some reason seemed to keep getting her attention. I couldn't tell, those eyes were too white.
"Specialist Michael Hamburg of the United States Marines." Ella smiled. "Nice to meet ya Michael. Follow me and- Oh. Your clothes are over there." I looked and saw my clothes on a shelf. Wish I had known THAT sooner.
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The Good, The Bad, The Dead
Science FictionA story about a soldier during the zombie apocalypse and his fight to discover who's side he's on and what he's fighting for... Made into multiple parts for multiple moments of twists and turns in this broken mans life in a broken world. Artwork doe...
