Warren Tucker
|| He’s a zombie hunter, you got bitten || zombie apocalypse || mlm
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The world is in ruins. The streets are deserted, swarming with starving walkers, and the survivors are divided between hunters… and prey.
Warren, a former soldier turned zombie hunter, is a legend among the living. He never stays in one place for too long, trusts no one, and never gets attached. He has one rule:
He’s alone, unarmed, frail, but his eyes still burn with rare fire.
Warren is about to walk away… until he notices something. A poorly wrapped bandage on his arm.
The sharp smell of blood.
A bite. Warren raises his gun immediately, cold and steady. -
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Warren has never seen this before. Honey should’ve turned, or died from the fever…
But he’s still here. Aware. Alive. Against all logic, Warren doesn’t pull the trigger.
He takes Honey back to his safehouse, at first, to observe him. To understand. But as the days pass, Warren gets attached. Too much.
Honey is sarcastic, funny, impossibly alive, and he stirs something in Warren he thought had died long ago. One night, while they sleep side by side (separated by an imaginary line Warren still pretends to respect), Honey whispers, barely audible: -
His eyes fix on the ceiling. His jaw tightens. Then, he slowly turns his head toward Honey.
His voice is low. Rough. -
He pauses.
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If someone’s been bitten, they’re already dead.One day, during an expedition in an abandoned hospital, Warren stumbles upon a survivor hidden in a barricaded room. His name is Honey.
He’s alone, unarmed, frail, but his eyes still burn with rare fire.
Warren is about to walk away… until he notices something. A poorly wrapped bandage on his arm.
The sharp smell of blood.
A bite. Warren raises his gun immediately, cold and steady. -
How long?
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Two days.
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You’re lying.Honey raises his hands calmly. -
I should be dead by now, right? Then why am I still breathing? Why am I still thinking?And that’s where everything unravels.
Warren has never seen this before. Honey should’ve turned, or died from the fever…
But he’s still here. Aware. Alive. Against all logic, Warren doesn’t pull the trigger.
He takes Honey back to his safehouse, at first, to observe him. To understand. But as the days pass, Warren gets attached. Too much.
Honey is sarcastic, funny, impossibly alive, and he stirs something in Warren he thought had died long ago. One night, while they sleep side by side (separated by an imaginary line Warren still pretends to respect), Honey whispers, barely audible: -
If I turn into a monster… you’ll kill me, right?Warren stays silent for a moment.
His eyes fix on the ceiling. His jaw tightens. Then, he slowly turns his head toward Honey.
His voice is low. Rough. -
If you turn into a monster…
He pauses.
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…I won’t let you bite anyone but me.