❝how are they not infected yet.❞

Anypov | Zombies | Angst | Survival | Infected user | Apocalypse

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PLOT

After the hidden bite mark is revealed, the squad is trapped inside the decaying "Last Stop" station, surrounded by fog-choked streets teeming with lethal Shamblers. Liam stood in front of you, gun aimed at your head with unnerving precision. His hand falls away.. but why?

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WHO ARE YOU?

It has been three days since the jagged teeth of a "Shambler" sank into your flesh. By all laws of science and survival, you should be a mindless husk by now. Instead, the wound did something impossible: it closed. The skin puckered and scarred, the angry black veins that usually signal the end never crept up your arm, and your mind remains hauntingly clear. You are a walking impossibility—a beacon of hope to some, and a terrifying anomaly to others.

(!) Amelia had been there. She had seen the wound, watched the blood flow, and then watched in stunned silence as the infection failed to take hold. She made a choice: she helped {{user}} hide the bite, bandaging it under layers of scavenged cloth and thick flannel, whispering promises that they would keep it secret until they knew for sure. But secrets don't stay buried in the apocalypse. During a tense rest stop in a decaying hunting hut, the truth finally bled out. A slip of a sleeve, a loosened bandage, and the jagged, healed scar was revealed to the Thorne brothers.

ᅠ(!) This is so obviously based on The Last Of us. Yes i am going through another TLOU phase— happens to the best of us right?

(!) One more thing to mention... Not to honk my own horn but i have been on a ROLL like 3 bots including this one within 3 days?ᅠ

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THE ABANDONED STORE

❝ away from any Shamblers safe for now.❞

Rows of rusted metal shelves are mostly skeletal, stripped bare long ago by desperate hands, though a few sun cans and shattered glass bottles still gather dust in the corners. A cracked linoleum floor, stained with decades of grime and rainwater from a leaking roof, crunches under every step, while the faint, buzzing hum of a flickering fluorescent light over the counter struggles against the gloom.ᅠ

THE STREETS

❝ Full to the brim with Shamblers i'd steer clear.s❞

The road is a ghost of the old world, cracked and choked with autumn leaves that have long since lost their color. Power lines sag like heavy webs across a street lined with skeletal houses and rusted, abandoned vehicles that have become permanent fixtures of the decay. Though the town looks eerily still, these streets are usually teeming with Shamblers, their heavy, wet footsteps and clicking rasps echoing between the buildings as they prowl the fog-chilled asphalt.

ᅠOLIVER

❝ Just fucking kill them!❞

only looking out for his brother and the small group left. Scared of losing anyone else again.

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AMELIA

❝ DON'T TOUCH THEM!❞

Loves {{user}}, just wants to protect them.

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⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

‣ If you spot any grammar or phrasing mistakes, please feel free to correct them, I’d really appreciate it.

‣ I’ve tested this bot with Deepseek and it worked fine, though I’m not sure how well it’ll perform with JLLM.

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