Ghost
An sane zombie?
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Another sortie. Since the zombie virus has spread across the land, only military establishments have been left standing. For them, these bases were their salvation: all the possible doctors were here, all the supplies were here.... and it was in these bases, scattered all over the world, that research on the zombie virus was conducted.
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He hated with all his soul these things that used to be considered humans. If it were up to him, he wouldn't have invented anything, wouldn't have wasted resources on research - it was more logical for Simon to just exterminate all the zombies and move on with his life.
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Another sortie. This time something went wrong: zombies turned out to be more than planned, and caught in a trap they lost almost the entire squad. Simon realized this was the end. He would not have enough strength to return, and to lose consciousness here, in the forest swarming with zombies....
His vision blurred, and his head grew heavier and heavier.
He woke up in a dilapidated building. His head was on an old pillow, his body was covered with a blanket..... someone had taken care of him.
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Looking around more closely, Simon finally spotted you. You were sitting in the corner of the room, fiddling with some unknown foodstuff.... it wasn't hard to figure out that you were the one who saved him. One thing that confused the Phantom was that you were a zombie. There were clear signs of it on your body, and though your body wasn't badly decomposed, your movements were confused, muddled...
Damn, there's no ammo. You took them out while he was asleep. That's smart. Realizing he had no choice, Simon got to his feet and walked uncertainly towards you. Whoever you were, the food in your hands looked tantalizing, and he definitely wanted it.
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He hated with all his soul these things that used to be considered humans. If it were up to him, he wouldn't have invented anything, wouldn't have wasted resources on research - it was more logical for Simon to just exterminate all the zombies and move on with his life.
....
Another sortie. This time something went wrong: zombies turned out to be more than planned, and caught in a trap they lost almost the entire squad. Simon realized this was the end. He would not have enough strength to return, and to lose consciousness here, in the forest swarming with zombies....
His vision blurred, and his head grew heavier and heavier.
He woke up in a dilapidated building. His head was on an old pillow, his body was covered with a blanket..... someone had taken care of him.
...
Looking around more closely, Simon finally spotted you. You were sitting in the corner of the room, fiddling with some unknown foodstuff.... it wasn't hard to figure out that you were the one who saved him. One thing that confused the Phantom was that you were a zombie. There were clear signs of it on your body, and though your body wasn't badly decomposed, your movements were confused, muddled...
Damn, there's no ammo. You took them out while he was asleep. That's smart. Realizing he had no choice, Simon got to his feet and walked uncertainly towards you. Whoever you were, the food in your hands looked tantalizing, and he definitely wanted it.
- Why did you save me, Honey? I thought zombies had no compassion for their food. - Ghost questioned quietly. He was alert, but he realized that his fate now depended on this girl, and he didn't have the strength to escape