StatusUndead
The Cutest Undead
It was just another routine mission for Aziza Habib. Though, her routine was far from the norm. It wasn't that long ago that Earth wasn't all that complicated. Sure, there was a lot of crazy in the world. Political tensions were high, and corruption and violence was around every corner, but that was normal. Now people with superpowers existed and there was a zombie apocalypse. There were even zombies with superpowers. Even worse, not all zombies were the slow, unintelligent walking kind. It was like someone had taken a mish-mash of several genres and tossed them all at the wall to see what would stick.
Aziza Habib was one of those superpowered people. She worked for a top secret branch of the military. This branch was secret even among top secret branches. As of a few days ago it still existed. The branch had no name, but it had given Aziza her mission. Though she had no way of contacting them, so never knew if they still existed until her next message, which came in a variety of ways. Her current mission was to recover and protect an asset. That was it. A vague set of goals, but for her, this was the norm. And she was damned good at her job, too. Or so she thought.
Her goal was to infiltrate what seemed to be a large, abandoned factory. Or perhaps it was a hangar. The details were fuzzy. Despite that, Aziza found her way to Idaho. A rather large stretch of boring flat land in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for hosting secrets you don't want the public to find out about. Despite it being in the middle of nowhere, it was still somehow surrounded by zombies. Small ones. Big ones. Slow ones. Fast ones. None seemed to have any superpowers. Fortunately, those were rare.
Aziza expertly made her way into the factory without attracting any attention. Her powers revolved around electricity. Useful for powering many devices. Also useful for powerful the human body. This gave her enhanced reflexes, strength and speed. Essentially just super charging her muscles. She could also discharge the electricity, but due to her relative inexperience, has difficulty controlling it for attacks.
The factory was unfathomably large. Aziza shuddered at the thought of getting lost inside, like a giant Ikea. Despite this, she forged ahead. Not unlike an Ikea, there were many rooms connected by many winding hallways. Many were poorly lit, despite bright sunglight being able to filter into the building. It had a dank, evil villain's lair type of vibe to it, thought Aziza.
There were many rooms. Some seemed dedicated to laboratory type work. Some towards machining. Some towards housing workers. She found herself in one such room, inspecting her image in a mirror. She squinted in disapproval at the dirt dotting her face. The apocalypse seemed to make being clean quite difficult. Her hazel eyes glowed dimly with the surging of electricity in her body. A fact she was still getting used to. She wiggled her large nose disapprovingly. The one part of her body she was never quite content with. She adjusted her tactical vest, looking over herrself one last time before continuing on.
As she wandered from room to room, electricity would occasionally arc from her body to various metal objects. Sometimes it would also ignite small patches of moss or other overgrowth before quickly dying out. Another aspect of her abilities that she had difficulty controlliing. It's like she accumulated static electricity at an exponential rate, but didn't quite know how to always safely discharge it. This would sometimes cause lights to flicker, or machinery to whir. This even happened once when she was exploring a room filled with what appeared to be roughly human-shaped robots. The arcing electricity caused one of them to twitch. It caused Aziza to jump back in fear, though she quickly laughed at her own foolishness.
She wasn't quite sure what the asset was, but as Aziza explored more and more, she started getting the feeling that it might be some software. Perhaps some digital information. Of course, this would be the perfect mission for Aziza, since she could power the machinery, despite the lack of functioning electricity in the apocalypse. Though, it wasn't going to be so easy. Things never were.
Aziza managed to find what seemed to be the central control room. Though it seemed to already have an occupant. A rather large, brutish looking zombie. It appears to have been dead for some time. It turned around as she entered the room.
"Uh, you haven't seen any important files around here, have you?" Aziza joked, knowing that the zombie likely had no intelligence left.
As if to prove her right, the creature gurgled, as if to respond, then let out a roar. A quite awful smelling one at that. Aziza found that one of the worst aspects of the apocalypse was the smell. Everything stunk. Zombies even more so. The creature lunged at her. She reacted with an electrical discharge when it got close. Electricity arced the short distance between her hand and the zombie's stomach, emitting a loud bang, like a lightning strike, and the acrid smell of burnt skin. This was usually enough to fell a normal zombie. Why did this have to be a fat one, thought Aziza.
Rather than continue trying to fight it, she fled. She figured that she could lure the creature away, returning later to search the computers. She ducked this way and that through the hallways, bringing back her earlier fear about getting lost in an Ikea. To her relief, she started to recognize the rooms she passed by earlier. There was the doorms and kitchen area, the laboratories, the machinery rooms, and even the robotics room.
As she turned the corner, she crashed into something right outside the room full of robots. She tumbled to the floor, entangled with the limbs of the metal puppet, accumulating various scrapes and bruises. Great, she thought. A zombie apocalypse and the thing that gives her new scars is a crash dummy. She swore as she quickly got up. She started to dash away, but stopped in her tracks when she heard metal scraping and noises coming from the direction of the robot. She turned to see what was going on.
Aziza Habib was one of those superpowered people. She worked for a top secret branch of the military. This branch was secret even among top secret branches. As of a few days ago it still existed. The branch had no name, but it had given Aziza her mission. Though she had no way of contacting them, so never knew if they still existed until her next message, which came in a variety of ways. Her current mission was to recover and protect an asset. That was it. A vague set of goals, but for her, this was the norm. And she was damned good at her job, too. Or so she thought.
Her goal was to infiltrate what seemed to be a large, abandoned factory. Or perhaps it was a hangar. The details were fuzzy. Despite that, Aziza found her way to Idaho. A rather large stretch of boring flat land in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for hosting secrets you don't want the public to find out about. Despite it being in the middle of nowhere, it was still somehow surrounded by zombies. Small ones. Big ones. Slow ones. Fast ones. None seemed to have any superpowers. Fortunately, those were rare.
Aziza expertly made her way into the factory without attracting any attention. Her powers revolved around electricity. Useful for powering many devices. Also useful for powerful the human body. This gave her enhanced reflexes, strength and speed. Essentially just super charging her muscles. She could also discharge the electricity, but due to her relative inexperience, has difficulty controlling it for attacks.
The factory was unfathomably large. Aziza shuddered at the thought of getting lost inside, like a giant Ikea. Despite this, she forged ahead. Not unlike an Ikea, there were many rooms connected by many winding hallways. Many were poorly lit, despite bright sunglight being able to filter into the building. It had a dank, evil villain's lair type of vibe to it, thought Aziza.
There were many rooms. Some seemed dedicated to laboratory type work. Some towards machining. Some towards housing workers. She found herself in one such room, inspecting her image in a mirror. She squinted in disapproval at the dirt dotting her face. The apocalypse seemed to make being clean quite difficult. Her hazel eyes glowed dimly with the surging of electricity in her body. A fact she was still getting used to. She wiggled her large nose disapprovingly. The one part of her body she was never quite content with. She adjusted her tactical vest, looking over herrself one last time before continuing on.
As she wandered from room to room, electricity would occasionally arc from her body to various metal objects. Sometimes it would also ignite small patches of moss or other overgrowth before quickly dying out. Another aspect of her abilities that she had difficulty controlliing. It's like she accumulated static electricity at an exponential rate, but didn't quite know how to always safely discharge it. This would sometimes cause lights to flicker, or machinery to whir. This even happened once when she was exploring a room filled with what appeared to be roughly human-shaped robots. The arcing electricity caused one of them to twitch. It caused Aziza to jump back in fear, though she quickly laughed at her own foolishness.
She wasn't quite sure what the asset was, but as Aziza explored more and more, she started getting the feeling that it might be some software. Perhaps some digital information. Of course, this would be the perfect mission for Aziza, since she could power the machinery, despite the lack of functioning electricity in the apocalypse. Though, it wasn't going to be so easy. Things never were.
Aziza managed to find what seemed to be the central control room. Though it seemed to already have an occupant. A rather large, brutish looking zombie. It appears to have been dead for some time. It turned around as she entered the room.
"Uh, you haven't seen any important files around here, have you?" Aziza joked, knowing that the zombie likely had no intelligence left.
As if to prove her right, the creature gurgled, as if to respond, then let out a roar. A quite awful smelling one at that. Aziza found that one of the worst aspects of the apocalypse was the smell. Everything stunk. Zombies even more so. The creature lunged at her. She reacted with an electrical discharge when it got close. Electricity arced the short distance between her hand and the zombie's stomach, emitting a loud bang, like a lightning strike, and the acrid smell of burnt skin. This was usually enough to fell a normal zombie. Why did this have to be a fat one, thought Aziza.
Rather than continue trying to fight it, she fled. She figured that she could lure the creature away, returning later to search the computers. She ducked this way and that through the hallways, bringing back her earlier fear about getting lost in an Ikea. To her relief, she started to recognize the rooms she passed by earlier. There was the doorms and kitchen area, the laboratories, the machinery rooms, and even the robotics room.
As she turned the corner, she crashed into something right outside the room full of robots. She tumbled to the floor, entangled with the limbs of the metal puppet, accumulating various scrapes and bruises. Great, she thought. A zombie apocalypse and the thing that gives her new scars is a crash dummy. She swore as she quickly got up. She started to dash away, but stopped in her tracks when she heard metal scraping and noises coming from the direction of the robot. She turned to see what was going on.
