Undead Attack

Amelia knew that her ability to shapeshift was both a blessing and a curse, as it made her an outsider in a world where trust was a scarce commodity. Yet, it was a power that could also save her life.

The hospital hallway was a dimly lit, ominous space that reeked of death and decay. Amelia navigated the dark corridor, relying on her acute vision to spot the hordes of Zombies lurking in every nook and cranny. Some of them bore wounds from the last Federation army raid, with gaping bullet holes that oozed blood and pus. It was a chilling reminder of the horrors that awaited those who dared to scavenge for resources in the wasteland.

As Amelia made her way to the medicine storage room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She despised having to assume her Zombie form as it changes her appearance completely, her beautiful long black hair turned white and tattered and her skin turned wrinkled with spots and stinking black blood escaped her body occasionally, but it was the only way to blend in with the undead and avoid detection. She pushed open the door to the storage room, the hinges creaking with an eerie, metallic groan. She quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind her, her heart pounding in her chest.

The room was shrouded in darkness, but Amelia had brought a torch to light her way. She rummaged through the boxes of medication, searching for the specific drugs she needed. Most of the medicine was useless in the post-apocalyptic world, but there were a few key drugs that could mean the difference between life and death.

As she packed the drugs into her bag, a faint noise caught her attention. She froze, her heart racing as she listened intently. Slowly, she turned her head towards the door, and her blood ran cold when she saw a Zombie shuffling towards her.

Amelia's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. She couldn't afford to be caught, not when her life was already in danger from both the Zombies and the Jaden Federation.

Amelia's heart raced like a jackhammer as she crouched behind a shelf, desperate to evade the zombie's keen senses. Its guttural growls reverberated off the walls as it prowled the room, searching for its prey. Amelia's fear was palpable - she knew that she had been careless and that the zombie had caught a whiff of her fresh blood. Her only hope was to transform back into a zombie, but she was too petrified to shift - her weakness, she couldn't shapeshift when scared.

Her mind raced with thoughts of her inevitable demise. There was no escape from the relentless killing machine that was drawing ever closer. Amelia resigned herself to her fate, her eyes squeezed shut, when the zombie suddenly sprang at her from behind the shelf. It was one of the rare Roshan breed, a monstrous creature with bulging muscles and razor-sharp fangs.

Amelia quaked with fear as she gazed upon the Roshan's terrifying teeth. She slowly inched backward, crawling away from the predator as it loomed over her, thick saliva drooling from its gaping maw. But in a sudden burst of clarity, Amelia remembered the knife tucked away in her pouch. She had left it behind when she had ventured away to scavenge for medicine, but she knew it was her only hope.

Amelia was trapped. A bloodthirsty Zombie stood menacingly in front of her, blocking her path. She knew that any attempt to swivel past it would end in her instant death. So instead, she crawled backward, keeping her distance as the Zombie advanced slowly towards her.

Desperate to escape, Amelia knew she needed to outwit the creature and reach her pouch quickly. But as she pondered her next move, a risky idea came to her. It was like sending herself on a suicide mission. But she was willing to take the risk.

"Run!" she yelled, leaping forward at lightning speed. But before she could make it far, the Zombie pounced, pinning her to the ground with its hand. It growled menacingly, but to Amelia's surprise, it didn't kill her.

As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, she heard a hushed voice speak up. "Remain calm."

Amelia was trembling and drenched in sweat, but she strained to hear the voice. She couldn't make out what it was saying, but she wondered if there was someone else in the room who could help her.

Just as she was about to scream for help, the Zombie began to transform into a human. Amelia stared in disbelief as the creature shifted, revealing a handsome young man standing in front of her.

Her doubts and fears were playing out in front of her eyes. For so long, she had thought she was the only human capable of shapeshifting into a Zombie. And she had always feared that she was responsible for the Federation armies killing innocent survivors.

"Try to remain calm," the man said, his gaze fixed on Amelia's terrified expression.

But before she could even begin to process what was happening, the man put his hand on her breast. Shocked, Amelia recoiled.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

"Just keep your mouth shut," the man said sternly. "I have to get you out of here."

Amelia's peaceful repose was abruptly interrupted by an unwelcome pressure on her chest. As she looked down, she discovered the source: the man beside her had placed his hand on her breast. Their eyes met in a moment of mutual recognition, as the man realized his mistake and quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back a few paces.

Amelia rose to a sitting position, her gaze fixed on the man before her. Despite the uncomfortable situation, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His features were striking, with a handsome V-shaped face and a flawless, light complexion. She couldn't fathom how he could be so immaculate, given the harsh conditions that typically left survivors ragged and wounded.

In that moment, Amelia felt a flicker of something she had never experienced before: love at first sight. Though she tried to push the feeling aside, it lingered in her mind as she struggled to make sense of her conflicting emotions.

As Amelia opened her mouth to speak, the man before her swiftly covered it with his hand, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite her initial shock, she couldn't help but be entranced by his intoxicating scent.

Her mind raced as she continued to stare at him, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The man's handsome face and velvety voice only added to her bewilderment.

"The name is Max, we must remain silent," he whispered, his low-pitched voice sending shivers down her spine. As he removed his hand from her mouth, Amelia found herself staring at him in a daze, lost in a flurry of confusing emotions.

The man's perplexity was evident as he watched Amelia lick her lips, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel both exhilarated and unnerved.

Amelia had always been pragmatic about survival, never allowing herself to be swayed by the frivolities of love. But in that moment, something stirred within her, a desire she had never felt before.

As she gazed at the man before her, she couldn't help but wonder if he was the one who would make her body quiver with longing and ignite a passion that would consume her completely.

"Hello, miss!" He said quietly as he gently patted Amelia on the shoulder.

Amelia was dumbstruck and dazed in every direction as she awoke from her trance. She felt humiliated and knew she must have appeared stupid while fantasizing about the cute guy in front of her.

Puberty had brought with it a rush of sexual desires for Amelia. She had once stumbled upon a group of survivors engaged in intimate activities and had been fascinated ever since, longing to experience it for herself.

She hit the big time when she met Logan few months after the event at the hospital.

#Six Months Later..

Known throughout the wasteland as one of the most skilled scavengers and commander alive, Logan was a legend in his own right. He operated outside the established survival bases, offering his services to any commander who could afford his steep price tag. To some, Logan was a dark force, rumored to have slaughtered entire armies of Jaden's zombie hordes with his bare hands. His reputation preceded him, and his enigmatic presence left many wondering how he had managed to evade the undead curse that had claimed so many others.

Amelia was no exception. She had no interest in any of the other men that roamed the wasteland, not after Max whom she had encounter with at the Hospital does not show any interest in her. Logan was the one who captured her heart, with his raw strength and unwavering respect. His face bore a deep scar from a battle with a zombie, yet he had somehow avoided turning into one himself. The fact that Logan had defied the odds only added to his mystique, and made him all the more alluring to those around him.

Logan's jet-black hair was straight and long, framing his chiseled features. He always carried a sword at his back, a constant reminder of his lethal capabilities. And despite his light complexion, he exuded an air of danger that sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest survivors.

It was said that Logan had amassed a legion of followers, all willing to fight and die for him in exchange for food and shelter.

News of Logan's imminent arrival spread like wildfire throughout Survival Base 02. The base's leaders spared no expense, preparing a sumptuous feast and throwing a raucous party in his honor. They knew that Logan would be bringing valuable resources with him, and they hoped to convince him to join forces with them.

No survival base had refused Logan's visit, and some had even invited him to come visit them.

As Logan approached the Survival base, the chief's once calm demeanor turned restless as he leapt from his wooden chair. Logan had sent word ahead of his arrival through one of his Warbands, but the chief couldn't help but feel anxious.

His hand traced the outline of his fully grown beard as he anxiously awaited Amelia's arrival. The moment she entered the room, he wasted no time in sharing the news. "Daughter, Logan is on his way, and we're rich!" The chief exclaimed, his worried expression replaced with unbridled excitement.

Amelia couldn't help but smile, understanding how much this visit meant for the Survival base. "We should throw a welcome party!" she suggested, looking towards the chief to gauge his reaction.

He agreed, "Yes, indeed. We should do that and-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the sound of the survival base emergency siren wails interrupted him. Both Amelia and the chief exchanged bewildered glances. The emergency siren was only meant to be activated in the event of an attack.

Without warning, a young man in his early twenties stormed into the room, gasping for breath as he clutched his knees. "We're being attacked!" he blurted out, his eyes fixed on the chief.

The chief was dumbfounded. He knew all too well the devastation an attack on the survival base could cause. "Is it the Zombies or the Federation?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"We must act quickly!" he declared without waiting for an answer.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amelia sprinted out of the room and into the Survival base. It was chaos; survivors were seeking refuge in the underground bunker built for days like this. The weak and elderly, who couldn't fight, huddled together in the bunker as the rest of the survivors prepared for battle.

The chief could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared for the worst. The Survival base had faced many challenges, but an attack could be the end of it all.

Amelia quickly made her way towards a group of men standing next to an imposing armored vehicle. The exterior was crafted from high-grade metal, specifically designed to withstand any kind of attack. A heavy gun was mounted on top, capable of inflicting massive damage on the enemy.

"Man the armored vehicle," Amelia commanded, taking a stand in front of it. The vehicle was one of the deadliest weapons in the Survival base's arsenal, and she needed to ensure that it was deployed to maximum effect. The shot from the armored vehicle could secure victory against any attacker.

The Survival base was massive, spanning nearly four kilometers, and surrounded by towering fences. The gates were colossal, requiring twenty men to manually open them. Amelia knew that the Survival base's defenses were formidable, but even the best defenses could be breached. She had to be prepared for anything.

As she surveyed the scene, Amelia felt her adrenaline surge. The Survival base had weathered many storms, but this attack could be the one that tested their mettle like never before. She braced herself, ready for whatever the enemy had in store.