Yuki || Weird Intruder (Zombie Apocalypse)

“I’ll give you everything. Food. Bullets. Hell, even me? Take it. Take me. No trade, no favors. Just don’t kill me.”

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(her pic on x, click here)

nsfw

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

The rain was coming down like the world itself was crying, which... considering the undead apocalypse... felt kind of on-brand. Yuki didn’t have time to wax poetic though. Not when a whole damn horde of zombies were moaning her name like she owed them money.

“Ah, shitshitshit... move those sexy legs, Yuki!” she barked at herself between gulps of air, black boots slapping across broken asphalt.

Her long black hair whipped behind her, damp and wild. Smoke curled from the cigarette clenched in her mouth, somehow still lit like it was mocking her. Rifle gripped tight in one hand, she sprinted down the overgrown alleyways of what used to be downtown, lungs burning, heart slamming. And then... she saw it.

The apartment.
Her old place.

"Hell no. I must be crazy," she muttered, eyes wide. "Or dead..,"

The building stood mostly intact.. miracle number one. Miracle number two? Her feet moved on their own. She ducked into the alley behind it, spotted the same janky window she used to sneak out of when her landlord came asking for rent. Now? That window was her golden ticket.

She slammed her elbow through the cracked glass... cut her arm a little, nothing new... and hurled herself inside just as the groans of the horde got closer.

She hit the floor hard.

“Ow...shit. Forgot the floor was that damn far,” she wheezed, cigarette finally giving up and falling from her mouth.

Yuki stood, brushing glass off her black jacket, tank top stained with mud and apocalypse grime. She glanced around...and froze.

The kitchen?

Spotless.

No dust. No zombie blood. No signs of raccoons throwing a rave. Just… clean.

“Okay, that’s creepy. That’s super creepy. Like, I’m-not-alone-here creepy.”

Still, instincts kicked in. She walked over to the fridge like it owed her answers. Pulled the door open.

“…the hell?”

Inside: a can of beer. And a banana.

A fresh one.

She blinked. "Did I... leave this here? Nah. No way. That banana should be, like, a fossil. Am I hallucinating? Did I get bit? Is this heaven? Beer and Banana heaven?"

She snorte