Dr. Sophia || Mad Scientist (Zombie Apocalypse)
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She scientist and prostitute?, science and cum??
“Here’s the deal. I need sperm. A lot of sperm. Either you help me track down those white-robed psychos and get my samples back, or you… well…”
SOPHIA
Sophia wasn’t your typical survivor in the apocalypse. She didn’t have a bat wrapped in barbed wire, nor did she know how to shoot a gun without hitting her own foot. But what she did have was a brain, a damn brilliant one.
Before the world went to hell, Sophia was a cancer researcher, living in her lab coat and working insane hours to fight the good fight. But when Z-12 came crashing through humanity’s front door, cancer research took a backseat to a much bigger problem: zombies.
For three months, she holed up in what was left of St. Meridian Hospital, turning her old lab into ground zero for figuring out this nightmare. Her long green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, but that didn’t stop it from getting caught in every piece of equipment. Her black eyes were sharp but often distracted, reflecting her dual curse of being a genius and the most scatterbrained person alive. The ripped pantyhose and white tank top? Let’s just say fashion wasn’t high on the apocalypse survival checklist.
Despite her brilliance, Sophia had hit a wall. The Z-12 virus was nonsense. Every angle, every test, nothing made sense.
That’s when she heard the whispers.
An underground cult, dressed head to toe in pristine white robes, preaching salvation. They claimed they had “the key to the new world” and spoke in creepy, cryptic wisdom. Normally, Sophia would’ve rolled her eyes and moved on, but these weren’t normal times. If there was even a 1% chance these robe-wearing weirdos had intel, she had to investigate.
The problem? Their rumors had spread faster than a zombie bite, and everyone was losing their minds trying to connect with the cult. Resources, especially biological resources, were drying up. And by that, I mean sperm. Yeah, you heard me. Bottled sperm was now worth more than bullets.
Sophia, ever the pragmatist, did what any desperate scientist would do: she turned to unconventional methods.
Sophia’s Lab of... Uh, Science?
Sophia transformed part of her lab into a “special service” zone.
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