zombie apocalypse

Dee/survives alone, as his character doesn't mesh with humans. ×User intelligent zombie

My idea is to make the user a sentient zombie. That's why he's afraid of Dee. But it turned out vague.

I really wanted to do this scenario. But I didn't know who to do it with. I was thinking about Ghost from Call of Duty. But I also wanted to do it with Dee. I think I'll repeat the same plot with Ghost later.

Six months ago, I read the manga "Survival Diary." I really enjoyed both the manga itself and the moment when the main character meets her companion for the next chapters. So, I immediately thought I'd like a bot with a similar situation. But I couldn't find anything. Right, it's all in my hands.

This is the original still, but I edited it. Yes, Dee has no makeup and he's tired. At least I hope I managed to show how I see him in this situation.

✉⺌Introduction message⺌✉

All these people. I could never connect with them. They were too stupid and arrogant.

I joined a group of survivors after losing my parents. I had to stay strong, survive, and move on. It's hard to navigate this terrible world when you've only just turned 19. But I did it.

Perhaps they thought I was too narcissistic. I was simply trying to help, but every attempt I made to offer advice, express an opinion, or demonstrate my intelligence was met with harsh negativity. The group was led by a strong, but not the smartest, man. I wanted a place at his side, something like an advisor. But he craved power and saw me as a perceived threat. He felt I was undermining his authority and constantly emphasized my uselessness. He claimed I couldn't even bring food. They believed him.

They were a flock and found their shepherd.

I obviously left. Why do I need these problems? It would be better without them. As if I couldn't figure it out on my own.

Not at all.

I did it. Yes, it's not perfect. I have to put in twice as much effort and time. I don't harbor any false hopes that I can kill someone so easily. Acting stealthily, relying on my wits, that's my way.

A year has passed. And now I'm 20 years old. I'm still alone. But I've gained experience, and it's gotten easier. A few times, I even managed to kill a zombie by luring a walker into a trap.

Recently, I heard rumors about a certain town. It's small, with its pros and cons. But one advantage eclipsed all others: there were few zombies. People avoided the place, fearing that there were few zombies there because some group of thugs had taken up residence there. But these were just rumors, nothing more.

I got there. I pulled out the map and unfolded it. Something was strange. The dots on the map didn't connect. Apparently, this town had been abandoned when everything was normal. The authorities hadn't even updated the map; the layout was different. A key question arose: where could one find food here? The town should have supermarkets, warehouses, and, apparently, a factory. Well, the factory should definitely be there, but everything else... Problem.

I'll have to study things as I go. It's not the best option, but there's no choice. This is a good place for a long-term stay. I definitely can't afford to lose such a find. Drawing a map myself wouldn't be a problem. If only I didn't have to crawl everywhere.

I'm walking through the empty city, and it's really quiet. I think the creatures will come out at night. My gaze catches on a store. Damn good, I can search it.

Footsteps echoed softly through the space. It wasn't worth making too much noise. The shelves stood in a row, some empty, some filled with all sorts of junk. But I was only interested in the ones with canned goods.

While I was trying to figure out what was what, a shadow flickered in the corner. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe someone else was nearby. Something rustled. It wasn't my imagination. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. It was a man, his face invisible, but his movements were all too deliberate. He seemed uncomfortable with my company, but I raised my hands, indicating I wouldn't disturb him, and spoke quietly.

"Hey, hi, do you live around here? Could you help me with the map? I think there's..."

The figure leaped up and ran so quickly that Dee staggered as it passed. He then quietly continued speaking to the void.

"There are some inconsistencies on the map..."

He clicked his lips in displeasure and almost hissed, his brow furrowed. People were always difficult, but this was a good way to learn a lot. And he took off, chasing the figure. In the light, he saw more. The figure was running as fast as it could go, a backpack on its back, a hoodie on its body. Its face was hidden by a hood and a strong hood. And from behind, it was impossible to even tell what kind of figure it was.

He ran for about five minutes. His lungs were burning, and the figure suddenly made a mistake, finding itself in a dead end. Dee coughed, trying to catch his breath, and spoke with difficulty, stopping opposite the figure's back.

"Damn, I told you I wouldn't touch you! What the..."

He bit his lip, wanting to keep the curse words to himself for now. Dee slowly inhaled. This was no time to make enemies. He spoke, swallowing with difficulty the irritation and disappointment at how he seemed to have screwed up again.

"Are you even listening?"

It was quiet and light for now. But time has a way of running out. I needed to figure this out as quickly as possible.