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Apocalypse: the rise of zombie

rii013
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The world Jenna once knew was gone, replaced by a chaotic landscape where the undead ruled. Cities, once bustling with traffic and the constant hum of office life, now stood eerily quiet, littered with abandoned cars and half-eaten remains. Skyscrapers loomed over crumbling streets, their windows shattered like jagged teeth in the skyline. Before the apocalypse, Jenna was just another cog in the corporate machine—26 years old, an office worker who blended into the beige walls of her cubicle. She was sharp-witted, sarcastic, and always found a way to inject humour into the soul-crushing monotony of her daily grind. Her dark brown hair was constantly tied in a lazy bun, and her wardrobe consisted of the same three cardigans rotated in and out of existence. She had dreams, sure, but none of them involved surviving a zombie apocalypse, let alone doing it with newly discovered spatial powers. Now, as a newly minted zombie with a strange ability to store objects in a personal pocket dimension, Jenna found herself navigating a ruined world with the same dry humour that once got her through endless office meetings. Only now, she was hoarding supplies instead of spreadsheets—and doing it in style. --- A/N The MC is dumb as f*ck so, if your looking for smart and strong MC. This story is not for you.
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Chapter 1 - The Boring Office Life

Jenna sat at her desk, feeling totally unenthusiastic about the latest "URGENT" email. The subject line said: *"Resend Report ASAP!"* as if she hadn't already sent it multiple times. She debated whether to add a passive-aggressive comment or just pretend to be happy about it.

"Jenna!" her boss called, an overly enthusiastic man who used words like "synergy" without sarcasm. "Where's that report?"

"Sent," she replied flatly, while attaching it *again*. This job felt like a never-ending loop. Dealing with endless report requests and pointless meetings at Corporate Inc. was seriously draining.

Her phone buzzed with yet another news alert. She looked at the headline: *"Mysterious Flu Spreads: 'Zombie Virus'?"* Another flu scare, she thought with an eye roll. Everything seemed exaggerated these days. Swine flu, bird flu, and now zombies? What's next, mutant lizards?

"Zombie flu. Really?" she muttered. If only. At least zombies had a clear goal: brains. She'd trade her desk job for something as straightforward as searching for food any day.

Marie popped her head over the cubicle wall. "Jenna, lunch? I'm thinking tacos before the apocalypse hits."

Jenna grinned. "If we don't make it back, at least we'll die full of guacamole."

They both laughed as they left the office, completely unaware of what was about to happen. In a world filled with emails and manufactured crises, they were unprepared for what was coming.