The Undead Girl E-Book

Coco Herrera

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 57

Beschreibung

”Do you dare to explore a world where zombies roam the earth?
A world where a human being's memory is not as safe as it seems. Get ready to be captivated by the mysterious tale of Eve, the only zombie alive.”
What if you were a zombie in a world filled with humans? How would you survive?
These are the questions that haunt Eve as she tries to live a normal life. But as time passes, Eve begins to realize that her reality might not be as real as she thought. Her memory is slowly slipping away, revealing cracks in her perception of the world. What secrets is Eve hiding from herself? And what will happen when she can no longer keep them locked away?”
Eve's struggle to maintain her sanity and humanity is a gripping tale of survival and determination. She fights to keep her mind her own as the line between reality and fantasy begins to blur. With each passing day, the change that she knows is coming becomes increasingly inevitable. The world around her seems to be closing in, threatening to consume her. Will Eve be able to overcome the forces that threaten to destroy her? Or will she succumb to the chaos and become the very thing she fears?
This book will take you on a journey through a world of zombies, human memories, and self-discovery. Get ready to be entranced by the tale of a hero who must overcome her own limitations to save the world from herself.
Eve's struggle is relatable to all of us. We've all faced challenges that have threatened to consume us. We've all faced moments where our reality seems to be slipping away, and we're left questioning everything we know to be true. Through Eve's journey, you'll be able to empathize with her struggles and find solace in the fact that you're not alone. This book will bring you closer to yourself, helping you to understand and confront the demons that haunt us all.
Why should you read this book?
You might be thinking that there are countless other books about zombies, so what makes this one so special? The answer is simple: this is not just a book about zombies. This is a book about the human experience, about facing our fears, and about the power of determination. It's a book about the things that make us who we are and the lengths we'll go to protect them.”
This book is based on thorough research and a deep understanding of the world of zombies. The author's attention to detail and commitment to authenticity will transport you to a world where the impossible is possible.
As Stephen King once said, ”Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
By reading the book, you can:
Explore a world of zombies and human memories
Join Eve on her journey of self-discovery
Understand the struggles of surviving in a world that doesn't understand you
Find solace in the fact that you're not alone in your struggles
Learn the power of determination and facing your fears
Discover the secret that has kept Eve, the only zombie alive in a world of humans, from losing her mind
Learn how to balance your humanity and your unnatural cravings in the aftermath of a near-apocalyptic disaster
Experience Eve's journey as she fights to maintain control of her mind and keep her reality intact
Explore the cracks in Eve's memory as she struggles to keep her self-imposed isolation from those around her
Uncover the truth behind Eve's existence and the role she plays in the future of humanity
Discover the impact of Eve's actions on the world and the consequences of her choices
Immerse yourself in the world of Eve and the complex struggles she faces in trying to live a normal life in a world that isn't
Learn how to navigate the difficulties that come with being the only zombie alive and how to fight to keep your mind your own

Leseprobe

The Undead Girl

The Only Zombie Human That Exists on Earth

Coco Herrera

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: Bad Blood

Chapter 2: Like an Itch You Can't Scratch

Chapter 3: Saying Goodbye to Death

Chapter 4: Sometimes We Need To Get Lost

Chapter 5: Gnawing Hunger

Chapter 6: The Slow Burn

Chapter 7: School’s Out

Chapter 8: Reconstruction and Reality

Chapter 9: The Missing Pieces

Chapter 10: Playing Cards With the Devil

Epilogue

Prologue

“My name is Eve. If you are watching this, I am sorry.”

***

“We urge all citizens to remain indoors.”

The words were tinged with fear, but the newscaster remained poised and professional. The scrolling text at the bottom of the screen was the same message that had been on the television for weeks, often displayed over regular programming at various times of the day.

WP-V01 spreads. Symptoms include: loss of taste, increased appetite, increased aggression, fever, clouding of the eyes, memory loss, blackouts, and eventual death. Remain indoors. If you think you or a loved one is infected, call your city’s hotline.

“The virus is not airborne, however, we still urge all citizens to wear masks, sanitize, and stay indoors.”

The silence in the room hung like a fog over us. I glanced at the rest of my family in turn, eliciting a forced smile from my dad. He was trying to remain optimistic, but I could see the tension at the corners of his eyes.

“I repeat. Do not leave your homes unless you are seeking medical attention.”

The news had grown increasingly bleak, with field reporters hiding from the violence on the streets.

“If you or your loved ones are infected, seek medical care. There is hope.”

What remained unsaid was the deadline on that offer. Yes, there was hope—as long as you sought help within the five-day window. After that …

“If you are infected and have passed the deadline, please head to your nearest quarantine facility.”

A map popped onto the screen marking these facilities for each city. Video footage showed some people lined up to be accepted by one such facility. It looked clean and heavily secured. The image panned to a person in military fatigues, armed to the teeth.

I knew that there was little to be done once the virus incubated past the 5-day mark. Those facilities were little more than slaughterhouses. Many who went there were aware of their impending execution. Those who weren’t brave enough stayed home and burned themselves out—the symptoms reaching their peak before killing the host.

A near-apocalyptic event, turning the world upside down.

But the fear that gripped the city was short-lived.

Just as suddenly as it began, it ended.

Life went on.

Chapter 1: Bad Blood

There was a time when it was just humans. Living their standard, workaday lives.

I was one of them.

It was different, it was easy, it was simple. This life as a human.

You don't really notice the little things unless you slow down, or pay attention. The taste of honey and milk. The taste of candies, pizza, and every other sidewalk cuisine.

Coffee, tea, alcohol or ice cream. There are things that you don't realize you're missing until it's gone. I used to be human, before all of this craziness.

Credits: Valeria Boltneva

But that's not me anymore. I have changed in the very, very literal sense of the word.

I somehow got infected like the rest of the city. Unlike them, however, I never fully turned.

We're not sure where the virus came from, but theories abound. Environmentalists place blame squarely on the changing climate and the thawing of permafrost. While scientists aren’t in agreement as to the origins, they nevertheless managed to create a cure.

We didn’t know where it came from, but we now knew what it did. The virus changed humans, changed their core physicality, and stripped them of what made humans human.

It changed everything about the infected. Certain senses were heightened, and others were muted. In a sense, it seemed to have sped up human evolution—if you could look at it that way.

Humanity changed, and it killed us. Not all of us—it spread too rapidly for that—but enough that life adapted around this new threat.

The virus gets into the system through touch, through bodily fluids, but not through the air. We were lucky on that account. The first wave of this new virus tore through the city like a flashfire, incinerating lives. The high, burning fever and rapid, uncontrollable spread is how it got its name.

Credits: Josh Hild

It acted like wildfire, spread like wildfire. It was a flashfire of chaos, disease, and death. It burned through the host. It destroyed them and itself.

The second wave mutated and adapted.

I contain the second wave.

Just like the first wave, it changes the host. Unlike the first wave, the physiological changes are minute. Presumably the nervous system alterations are the same if not similar, excepting the fast mental deterioration.

The sharp gong of my alarm broke through my thoughts, alerting me that I had been awake and staring at the ceiling for some time. I blinked, my eyes burning from the still air.

My routine was pretty set, my body adapted to the pattern, now anticipating the clock instead of being startled by it.