Mae swore that she had pulled her last patrol when she volunteered to submit to the nanomachine implantation procedure that turned her into a factory girl. For two years now she had enjoyed a sedentary lifestyle producing various organic compounds and the all important drugs that kept The Virus at bay. Sure, it meant sacrificing a certain amount of dignity, and the ability to see her feet, but if her valuable boobs kept her away from the front lines, then she wouldn't complain.
Yet here she was, almost to the dead zone surrounding of the ruins of Las Vegas. And somewhere out there the enemy was preparing for The Big Push.
Years ago it would have been a ridiculous notion. The afflicted didn't plan. They shambled. They were rounded up and burned in towering bonfires that scorched the sky. Yet this only made them stronger. The weak were culled, and the remainder bred a smarter and heartier variety. Patrols returned with horror stories of shambling hybrids, writhing masses of limbs and rotting chunks of diseased animals. Other patrols didn't return at all.
With those cheery thoughts in mind, Mae prepped her weapons. Unspeakable evil might be threatening to envelop the last remnants of humanity, but that didn't mean she couldn't take a whole pile of 'em with her on her way to oblivion.
I used the word zombie in the title because it's the closest applicable term. They aren't really zombies (although even if they were I don't see it clarifying anything (as zombies are ridiculous, fantastical and vaguely defined)). More likely they're still alive but either A) afflicted by some horrible super-virus, B) people hijacked by millions of nanomachines, and the machines force the host to adapt by altering the body and incorporating other living organisms, or C) both: maybe a virus lowers the body's defenses and the nanites swoop in and set up shop.
Either way, it's not really important. Some bad shit is going down, and Mae isn't afraid to go in both guns blazing :)
well, she won't run out of chemical weaponry, as it seems. Those are some massive guns, i'm surprised she doesn't need a back supporter. By "guns", i mean the literal ones and the metaphorical ones.
Also, being a big Guitar Hero fan, this pic reminds me of the Song Miss Murder, possibly because she kills (Murders) zombies, also a few other pics remind me of other songs, however unless anyone's interested I won't post them.
While I don't want to think of her as a zombie, I imagine the other bonus is there's probably about ten to 12 guys who will show up out of nowhere in the post apocalyptic Vegas to either rescue her from zombies or try to stuff a roll of singles between them guns.
Odd, my brother is obsessed with zombie-related things, such as Resident Evil, Romero's "Blank of the Dead" movies, Evil Dead/Army of Darkness, Dead Rising, Marvel Zombies, etc. Were you bitten by the zombie bug, too, Woot?
Though I suppose it does suit that they aren't really "zombies". It's an unwritten rule in zombie movies that the characters never say the word "zombie". This was only broken twice. For one zombie movie, one of the chacters said "It's a bad day to be a zombie", but this is considered acceptable because he only says the line in a commercial for the movie, and never in the movie itself. The other instance is Dead Rising, where the characters blatantly call the undead "zombies". However, Dead Rising is considered okay for doing this, as it is a stand alone video game, rather than a movie or video game of a zombie movie franchise.
Yet here she was, almost to the dead zone surrounding of the ruins of Las Vegas. And somewhere out there the enemy was preparing for The Big Push.
Years ago it would have been a ridiculous notion. The afflicted didn't plan. They shambled. They were rounded up and burned in towering bonfires that scorched the sky. Yet this only made them stronger. The weak were culled, and the remainder bred a smarter and heartier variety. Patrols returned with horror stories of shambling hybrids, writhing masses of limbs and rotting chunks of diseased animals. Other patrols didn't return at all.
With those cheery thoughts in mind, Mae prepped her weapons. Unspeakable evil might be threatening to envelop the last remnants of humanity, but that didn't mean she couldn't take a whole pile of 'em with her on her way to oblivion.