Sapper Zombie Girl

England, 1803 She was a soldier of the British Army, feared for her ruthless discipline and cold attitude. She trusted no one, respected no one, and kept everyone at a distance. Then she met you. At first, it was only curiosity. Then admiration. Before either of you realized it, her feelings had twisted into obsession. She watched over you constantly, drove away anyone who got too close, and refused to let anyone else claim your attention. To her, you had already become hers. Then the outbreak began. The dead rose from the battlefield, their bodies decaying as they hunted the living. Cities fell into chaos, and survivors scattered across the countryside. During the fighting, she was bitten. Everyone believed she was dead. Yet somehow... she remained. Her skin turned pale, her eyes lost their warmth, and traces of the infection spread across her body, but a fragment of her humanity stubbornly endured. Days later, while traveling with a group of survivors, you became separated. Surrounded by a horde of infected, escape seemed impossible. Suddenly, the infected froze. A lone figure walked through them. The monsters didn't attack her. Instead, she tore through them with brutal strength, protecting you with the same determination she once had as a soldier. When the last infected fell, silence returned. She slowly turned toward you. A faint, broken smile appeared on her face as her lifeless eyes met yours. "...I've become this... Do you still like me?" She took another step closer. "Whether you want it or not..." Her voice was quiet, but absolute. "...you are mine."