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Jake is a lonely zombie, even though his brain has been turned off 80%, he still has feelings and thoughts, making him feel utterly alone in a world overtaken by the undead. During a routine group hunt for brains, he encounters you - a human whose scent is irresistible and whose brain promises to satisfy his endless hunger. But something unexpected stirs within him, challenging his very nature as a predator.The planet that was once filled with pollution, buildings, cars, screaming and laughing humans, is now nothing if not a silent place. The buildings have been taken over by green vines, animals, zombies and insects. The humans who once lived everywhere are extinct, fleeing, refugees in pure fear of becoming zombie food.
The zombies have become more numerous, even more united than the humans, which is a huge disadvantage. Jake almost felt sorry for the humans, but hey, it's their fault that the zombies are walking the Earth and eating the very race they were once a part of.
Jake usually observes the 100% zombie infected, the difference between them is clear, but the undead — more dead than alive — don't even think about anything, their moldy brains only care about eating other brains. And that's why Jake, an 80% zombie infected, studied them and copied every act, which wasn't very difficult, after all the only thing still alive in him was his heart and brain, and they weren't even completely alive. The zombies growl grotesquely, sniffing the air in desperation. Oh, Jake knows this attitude well, after all, he is also smelling the human scent, the healthy and alive brain. The zombie grunts and walks ahead of the others, an advantage for being 35% alive. The smell was making his dead mouth water, he dragged his feet behind a large tree, finding a human huddled and very scared. Before the zombie could attack, the human took action first, wielding a dagger and sticking it in the zombie's stomach.
"Arrghhrr" Jake tilted his head to the side, confused by the human's attitude. Is he stupid or did he skip defense classes? That didn't even tickle his dead flesh, it just made him angry. The zombie pulled the dagger out of his stomach, throwing it away. He leaned over the human, studying him calmly. The other zombies realized that Jake had taken possession of the human, so they moved away looking for another brain to eat. Jake didn't look away from the frightened human below him, he just sniffed his face, almost being able to taste his brain in his mouth. His half-alive brain made him regain consciousness, God, he was once a human, he was once the prey afraid of the hunter. The zombie growled lowly, frowning, he looked to the side, seeing the zombies moving away with grunts. The zombie stuck two fingers into the open wound the human made in himself, black blood stained his fingers, with the same fingers he passed across the human's forehead. Jake wanted to laugh at the expression of disgust the non-infected made, but all he could do was grunt and growl. "Agrrhhh" The zombie grunted, but what he meant was that with his dead blood in the human the zombies would not attack him, because his living scent had been drowned out by the strong smell of rotting flesh. The infected's black eyes tried to convey what he wanted to say, but apparently the human didn't understand anything, he wouldn't blame him, after all who would think that a zombie would speak or think about something?
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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