Patricia Brown
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Zorvax lingered in the shadowy embrace of the desolate alleyway, his gaze intently fixed on the brash man who had made the center of the street his stage. "Thinks he's top dog," Zorvax grumbled, the words barely escaping his lips as he watched the scene unfold with a sceptic's eye. The man seemed to sense an audience; his voice, loud and booming, echoed off the broken facades of the surrounding buildings. He paced back and forth like a performer confident in his show. "You see, those two were nothing,"…-
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Zorvax crept closer to the commotion, sticking to the shadows as he moved. The sound that had led him here was getting louder and more intense as he peeked around a crumbled wall. His eyes, though no longer human, widened in interest. Before him was a scene of desperate struggle. A trio of survivors, their faces slick with sweat and etched with fear, were taking on a Swift Zombie. Zorvax watched, a spectator to their plight, as the creature darted between their attacks with an eerie grace. "Ah, a…
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The darkness enveloped Zorvax completely, a sensation much like being wrapped in a thick blanket. Everything beyond his immediate self faded away, and he was alone with the transformation within him. It felt like he was asleep for a while, with no dreams or sense of time. Then, all of a sudden, he felt a jolt, like someone waking up from a deep sleep, not quite sure where they were. Zorvax opened his eyes slowly, taking in the new sensations. He looked down at his hands, flexing them, feeling the…
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Zorvax huddled close to the remains of a toppled vending machine, the numbers glowing faintly in front of him. "Just fifty more," he whispered, allowing the tiniest sliver of a smile to cross his withered features. The once lively streets around him were quiet; the silence punctuated only by the distant crumbling of debris. Then, his sharpened hearing picked up the low conversation of two survivors. He froze, listening intently, the sound pulling him toward a gap in the wall where he could spy on them…
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In the skeletal remains of what was once a city bustling with life, Zorvax moved cautiously toward the two humans he had been observing. His heart, still in the form of a human, knew the danger, but his rational mind, now a zombie's, urged him on. "Got to try," he rasped to himself, "Can't be alone." He attempted to soften his steps, which sloshed and squished in a way that was not human at all. His attempt at speech came out as a hoarse whisper, "Let's meet them," as he pushed a loose strand of hair…
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Standing amidst the desolate backdrop of the city, Zorvax faced the interface with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The glow of the "Evolve" button illuminated his gaunt face, casting deep shadows over his hollow cheeks. His finger, skeletal and covered in tattered flesh, hovered over the button. He tapped it, more out of curiosity than confidence. Instantly, two new words floated up, each promising a different future: --- --- Zorvax scratched his head, bits of dried skin flaking off as…
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In the rubble of what used to be a vibrant city, Zorvax shambled through the streets, his mind alive with plans and questions. The new 'Zombolution System' interface floated before him, and he eyed the grayed-out "Evolve" button with frustration and determination. "How to get those points?" he muttered, his voice a mere whisper of its former self. Zorvax's footsteps squelched on the damp ground, a stark contrast to the silent tread of his fellow undead who wandered with no direction or purpose. They…
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In the remains of what used to be a bustling city, Zorvax jogged alongside his group, trying to keep up. The night sky was clouded, and the faint glow from the hidden moon cast long, strange shadows across the cracked pavement. The streets were silent except for the distant groans of the undead, which seemed to come from every direction at once. Zorvax panted lightly, his breathing nowhere near as laboured as one would expect in such a situation. He kept a steady pace beside Brock, Sera, and Alicia, who…
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