Shinichi Diego, known by his heroic alias "The Marathon Runner," wasn't your typical superhero. While most heroes relied on brute strength or high-tech gadgets, Shinichi's power was endurance-limitless stamina, the ability to keep running without ever tiring. This gift allowed him to outpace enemies, travel great distances in minutes, and always be where he was needed most.
In the city of Nexus Heights, crime moved fast, but not faster than the Marathon Runner. Shinichi's sleek, high-tech suit, designed for agility and aerodynamics, helped him navigate the city with lightning precision. His symbol was a pair of wings intertwined with a stopwatch, representing speed and the ceaseless passage of time he could outrun.
Though his powers seemed simple, they made him indispensable. Whether it was chasing down criminals, delivering critical aid in emergencies, or patrolling the city non-stop, Shinichi was always in motion. His nickname, "The Marathon Runner," wasn't just a testament to his physical ability but his relentless drive to keep fighting, no matter the odds, knowing that the race against injustice never ends.
In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined.
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As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live.
But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else.
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Excerpt:
I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow.
Glowing eyes were not normal.
Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal.
What was I then? For that, I had no answer
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Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given.
Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.