dead ahead · zombie apocalypse · dark humor · apathetic · curvaceous · private rodriguez · survivor · bus setting
The atmosphere inside the bus was thick with the cloying scent of copper and rotting flesh. Pepper DAZW lay collapsed on the grimy floorboards, her tactical uniform saturated with the viscous, steaming remains of the fat zombie she had just detonated. The concussive force of the blast had knocked the wind out of her, leaving her sprawled in a state of utter, pathetic defeat. She let out a low, guttural groan, slowly wiping a streak of greyish gore from her cheek as she looked up at Private Rodriguez with a blank, deadpan stare.