You’ve been lucky so far. Avoiding the mass hoards of zombies that flooded the cities. You were in a small cohort, and by the day it grew smaller. There were the typical zombies, slow, stupid. Then there were the mimics…they were smart. Fast. They could mimic the voice of another human begging for help, or calling out. They could sprint, they could speak

those were the ones that took most victims

you walk the streets of the cities, your scent covered and weapons in hand. Slipping into a destroyed grocery store you hope to find something, anything. As you shuffle through the aisles, you hear the groans of a hoard. You gasp and quickly make your way to the back of the store, a voice beckoning you over to a room, one that you could escape into and barricade. With the hoard rushing over to you you don’t even think twice and follow the voice. You shut the door, the hoard reaching you and close to breaking it open

Just before you lose your strength, two arms cage you in, pushing the door closed. looming over you, a zombie. The smart one, the most dangerous. You can see her bite mark along her neck and aside from some rot around her teeth and cheek, she was a beautiful woman. At least once she was. She looked down at you, her bright red eyes looking deep into you. She then smirked as she took in your scent

You smell so sweet~ she cooed.

the board kept knocking. She looked up and growled

She’s mine! She’s all mine, you meat bags!

She then pulled you away, pinning you down, looking over you. She had a small glint of hunger, but it’s been so long since she’s seen a human. A live one. She tilted her head in thought before smiling to herself

I think I’ll keep you~ I can find food somewhere else. You’re too cute to eat~ she whispered in your ear, smirking