In this post-apocalyptic world, half of the world is run by the undead. Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but these undead aren't your run of the mill zombies. It’s all thanks to a certain nut job. Well his name has been forgotten by most people since it happen long ago, so I just call him nuts. That nut job was a scientist who was working on creating the perfect human.

His idea of perfect, was a human that would never feel the need to sleep or complain. They would become perfect soldiers and workers. Which is a pathetic reason to screw things up if you ask me. When he first started he had experimented on living humans, but he later found out that dead ones are easier to work with. Thanks to that he had small successes that led to making his dead experiments become similar to living humans. He made them capable of thinking, adapting, breeding, and evolving. Then the idiot let his lab get taken over and those experiments grew from there.

Of course we living humans had sent detachment teams to mop them up, but a few of them had escaped. Those few had started out small in this world, but since they didn't need any food all they had to do was scatter and breed. The reason being the originals were design to work without the need of any food, but the undead that were born from them did. Now the undead have their own cities all over the world, the same as us. Which is why we have been at war with the undead for 400 hundred years.

Old governments fell apart and new ones were built. Cities had become their own states, developed its’ own armies, and chosen its’ own leaders. And the undead run things in a similar way. Our planet Ternia is now a battlefield where the living fight the dead and the dead fight the living.

Of course over time most of the cities have merge together and with their combine strength they formed the Union. Undead have something similar and they are called the Legion. Well we are still a war like race dead or living.

The only difference between them and us was that they didn't have a working heart or in other words didn't need one. Also the one other fact is that they are ugly as hell, it sure helps avoid any friendly fire. Well most of it. Believe me when I say I don’t know why they were hideous, but I do remember my former partner who is now dead mentioning something about it.

Well no need to feel bad about my partner, he was a bastard. A fat turd who turn tail and ran for his life leaving me behind. Also our partnership just consisted of him screwing me over constantly. He was the kind of dirt back that would forcibly screw a girl. Well we weren't that close. We became partners last week. It just so happens I might have accidently shot him. Five times. God I have a problem.

“How do I get out of this?”

Anyways he had mention them appearing that way because some weird liquid coursing through their veins. Causing their skin to look rotten. Hell I don’t even know why I’m thinking about that prick. Maybe is because I’m trapped here at the moment thanks to him. Also I’m surrounded by zombies armed to the teeth with guns.

“You fat prick, if you had helped me.”

I’m trapped underneath some rubble, which had fallen from the roof that had collapsed onto me. Today would have been my first day of adventure, and unfortunately I’m about to kick the bucket. Damn why did this beam have to fall on my chest too.

If you haven’t notice by now I’m a girl, yes a girl. Arla Rayburn beautiful sixteen year old girl with short sexy black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Don’t let my drop dead gorgeous looks fool you, I’m a dead eye when it comes to my sniper and pistols.

I learned from my father he was a soldier. We moved to Cannon City when I was two. I lived in Cannon City for fourteen years, he was only with me for six of those years. I would like to believe he was the best around, but when he died I didn't know what to think. I wasn't alone when he died though. Mary took care of me. Whenever dad would go on missions, I was left in her care. She had always been nice to me. She made me sweets, stroke my hair, gave me hugs, and even gave me baths. She was old though, a year after my fathers’ death, she died.

I took my mind off things by practicing how to shoot. My dad had stockpiled a ton of ammo he bought back from missions. Seems like he looted a lot of undead. Still my favorite weapon is the rifle my dad use to use. A friend of his decided to bring it to me after he was killed. I don’t know anything about my mom because she died at childbirth, well at least that’s what my dad has told me.

“Heave! aaarRGH!!”

Damn it, I should scream like the damsel in distress I am. With my sex appeal it would be easy to get men to rush over, but the only thing I would attract right now surrounded by the undead is a bullet to my forehead.

“Almost there!! Heave! aaaRGHHH!!”

OH god why do my arms have to be so slender and girly yet so beautiful. I guess I’m stuck here, I’m going to die a virgin. Damn it! Why the hell does this kind of thing have to happen to me when there’s so many other people that can get screwed over? Well maybe because I say those kinds of things, crap. Dear god, I've repented please screw over other people just like you have done to me thank you.

“Crap, nothing’s happening! I repented I swear! I won’t kill anymore! Wait that will would be going too far. I will stop gambling!”

Well since I’m going to die, I would like think about what I did today and how I ended up like this. Lets’ see six hours ago I had just receive word from pathetic Alvin, my dead partner. That he had come across information about a group of easy targets of undead. In this current world you get money for killing undead, it’s really exciting up to the point they happen to kill you. We had been discussing this in an old bar with dim lights, and broken chairs with wooden tables. It seems some of the people there overheard where we were going, well don’t blame me I’m still an amateur.

There are different grades of zombies, depending on how difficult they are to kill. The grades are F to SSS, the zombies we were going to snuff out were D class ones.

We were going to ambushed them just me and Alvin versus twenty or so undead, but we got attacked from the rear by Alvins ex-partners looking for revenge. They blew our cover literally, and now I’m laying here with my boobs being squeeze. By this beam, which is just great, absolutely fantastic. They missed Alvin though I had to kill him before he could leave me behind.

“Damn it, when I get out of this Alvin I’ll kill you some more!”

Well at this point I have become insane. Since I’m hearing footsteps approaching from the outside. It seems the gunfight has halted, which means I get to die faster. Wait what’s this it’s another girl. She so cute with her short height, and matching green hair and eyes. She also appears to be unarmed. Hopefully she ignores Alvins corpse, if she asks I didn't do it.

“C-cute” Oh damn it my inner pervert ness is coming out, calm down me. Act like a respectable older sister. I’m just going to assume I’m older nothing is wrong with that.

“Can I pet you? After you helped me?” This isn't weird right? Yea, I’m completely normal.

“U-um s-sure” She responded! Oh god that girl just wants me to go crazy. It isn't my fault if she tempts me like this. No calm down me, you’re suffering a case of the crazy. She is approaching me! Maybe she can’t resist my charms. Wait, oh I had forgotten, that I’m trapped.

“EeeeeeEEH!” Oh look at her try so hard, alright lets’ do this! “aaAARGH!” Hah it’s moving, two is surely better than one.

“Thank you so much! Mind if I get your name?” Asking her name is the first step to sisterhood! What am I doing? My only weakness are cute things. Oh well too late to go back now.

“M-my name is Elena.” Elena shies away as she answers, Arla slowly gets up.

The place Arla and her partner had waited in ambush, was a wooden shack overseeing the dirt road leading out of the Jungle. It was covered in mold and dirt so it became nearly impossible for it to be spotted from far away. Alra was to use her rifle to snipe out the majority of zombies, while Alvin took out any that got too close. Their plan failed before it started.

“I’m Arla. Nice to meet you Elena.” Arla reaches out her hand, Elena grasped it with hers and they shook hands.

“Well, lets’ head back to Cannon City.” Arla shoulders her rifle marching out of the destroyed shack, Elena follows behind closely.

On our way back to Cannon City, I learned that Elenas’ former comrades were wiped out by the undead, the ones I was going to kill. Apparently those guys try to run leading the undead away.

Also Elena was hiding, since she had no combat ability. Well I couldn’t care less if they died, they attacked us without knowing there were a bunch zombies directly in front of us. I mean I feel bad Elena lost her companions.

“T-they weren’t my companions. They were my masters.” Elena responds in a soft tone.

Well turns out she was just a slave. You would think slaves wouldn’t exists nowadays, way to go humanity. Anyways seems we are almost there and I am also pretty dang happy she decided to stick with me.

“Here we are. Cannon City.” Arla declared taking big steps, Elena following behind with small quick steps.

The city was enormous, it was mechanical and dirty. The walls protecting the City were made of metal and not the pretty kind either. Some of it was rusted and rotted, but it was well fortified. The City was protected with a huge arsenal of cannons on the walls, with several machine guns. The uniforms of the guards were pretty dirty as well, but they were distinguishable from normal people. With metal armor that has some protection against bullets. The smell of grease also lingered in the air. The streets were lively with people wearing ruff and rugged clothing.

Cannon City was part of the Union, the Union has gotten a ton of cities to join it. There are now only a few city states that have kept its independence. Cannon City is one of the cities in the front lines, this city gets attack once in a while but hasn’t fallen obliviously. The undead have been focusing on breaking through the east side from what I heard, but not much has happened recently.

In other words the Union and Legion have been in a stalemate for the last hundred years. The Union were the ones to make the last push and had conquered one of the Legions cities. Which happens to be Cannon City it was called cannon city not because of all the cannons it had protecting it, but for the fact it took a beating from a bombardment of a thousand cannons before it was taken. There are still some scars from that battle today. Still it was a great success for the Union.

“Ah, I forgot to register. Hey Elena you want to register with me as a hunter?” Arla suggested glancing back at Elena.

“S-sure. I think it would be fun.” She responded in a somewhat happy tone.

I was supposed to be registered as a hunter before leaving but in my rush to make a name for myself I had forgotten to register as one. You get more benefits for hunting the undead as a hunter and people look up to hunters.

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We hunters basically hunt undead explore their territory and loot what they have, which is similar to an adventurer who explores, kills, and loots. There are different ranks of hunters that range from F-SSS. After the ranks you get titles, but Elena doesn’t seem to be into these kinds of things. I have found out through conversations with her, she is more of a history nut.

When we entered the Hunters Hall It was mostly grey and dull, but the atmosphere was one that was full of life. There were men drinking by the bar and tables, chatting away. Fights were commonplace and people here were mostly loud. It had scared Elena though, she had started hiding behind me the moment we enter. When she did I decided to give her a machine gun that use to belong to Alvin. He obliviously didn’t need it anymore.

“I c-can’t take this.” Elena rejected shyly, turning her head downward.

“Don’t worry I won’t need it. You are going to be a hunter anyways right?” Arla grabs Elenas’ hand, placing the gun in her palms grasp and closes it. She looked adorable with it, the gun being over half her size.

I should have given her an even bigger gun. Screw convenience, when I have enough money I’m getting her a sniper rifle as big as mine. She would look cute with the gun towering over her.

“Hey excuse me where is registration?” Arla called out to bald man with a rough face behind the bar.

“Upstairs first room on the right.”

“Thanks”

When Elena and I approach registration, we noticed a man watching the news on a small television. It didn’t receive perfect reception but it was clear enough, it seems the Union has pushed back the undead a small bit. Eliminating several of their outposts, but the Union had found it odd that there was less resistance than the previous attempts on eliminating the outposts. There was also speculation that the reason why the outposts were easily taken was that they were gathering their forces somewhere else to make a push.

Also they have been developing armored robots to make it easier to combat undead. The new unit will be called the Liberators. It was ten times taller than the average man, and had extremely big guns. It was decked out in impressive armor.

“I’m here to register for two.” Arla stated loudly to catch his attention.

“Here fill this out.” He passes two sheets to Arla before returning to his program.

After Arla and Elena filled out the forms and they had decided to return to Arlas house. It was a little run down like the rest of the city but it didn’t bother either of them. Arla jumped on her bed and motion Elena to lay next to her.

“Wait Elena you hear that?’ Arla prompts back up and rushes to a window.

“Hear what?” Elena mutters softly walking over.

Arla had heard large bangs from outside, that sounded a lot like cannons. Also she could hear the firing of guns.

When they looked outside, the city was in chaos. The undead were attacking the inside of the city with bombardments, as they were having shoot outs with the soldiers defending the walls. Sparks were flying everywhere and men were just dropping like flies. Many of them were falling off the walls as they lose eyes, legs, arms, hands, and fingers.

The battle had only started but there were already many casualties. Even so many of the injured still fought on, as long as they could hold a gun they stood on the bloody wall. Many of them had their families and friends behind them, behind this wall, these very gates. They resolved themselves to die here before letting any undead into this city.

Outside of Arlas house, men were in the streets rushing out of their homes heading towards the walls with guns in hand. The soldiers on the walls manned the machine guns and cannons sending hell towards the undead.

That’s when it happens, the undead had sent in their bombers. Which was an undead that blew up on command, they had charged in the thousands towards the gates and walls. The impacts of each bomber had a radius of five to ten meters. The men turned their attention to the bombers prioritizing them, but as they did the undead soldiers came out of cover and opened fire. The men in the turrets were being slaughtered, but the soldiers always kept them manned. Tossing their friends off to the side in a hurry they had no time to be gentle, but it wasn’t enough.

“BOOOOMM!!”

The walls were breached and the remaining bombers blew themselves up inside the city. The undead than sent in their beefy bulldozers. They were A-ranked zombies that were massive in size and had a lot of muscles, but weren’t very bright. They didn’t have to have brains to start tearing the men apart, it took a lot to kill them. It’s almost impossible to kill them when there are a huge group of them. The undead had sent their regular undead soldiers follow in from behind them.

Back in her house Arla was packing ammo in her bags and grabbing her rifle in a rush to get out of the city. Elena also helped she had the machine gun in hand and a small back bag.

“Okay, we have to get out of here. I know a secret tunnel not far from here that leads outside. Follow me.” Arla instructed Elena sternly, marching down the stairs.

“W-what about the people here?” Elena asks with sad eyes, Arla trying to resist responds with a small sigh.

“We need to warn the Union so they can come help them.” Arla smiles, but Elena kept a sad face.

“B-but…” Elena responds with a small voice. Arla finally gave in.

“Fine we can’t save everyone but we can lead people out of the city safely.” Arla lets out a deep sigh.

Why do I have to have this weakness to her cuteness? Well no time to complain now, I’ll just recruit people nearby to spread the word of evacuation. After that word should spread fast, people almost always unite in times of panic right?

“If you want to live follow me!” Arla announced as loud as she could.

Arla had begun showing people the passage out of the city and after showing them, they returned to lead others. After they led a couple groups of people out Arla and Elena had been notice by a couple of soldiers on top of the walls. They noticed them evacuating people and in response their spirits rose.

“We just have to stall them men! Our families will live if we stall them just a bit longer!” The soldiers started to cheer.

Even though the walls have been breached the undead were still being held back. The horde of A-ranked bulldozers were being held back by the three famous SS-ranked hunters in the city. They were known as the Reapers, their guns were shaped like scythes and they wore robes with masks. While they dealt with the horde of bulldozers the soldiers shot at the regular undead.

The Reapers knew full well that this was just the tip of the ruthless assaults. An army this big isn’t without a SSS rank commander leading them and several SS-ranked undead. Still they weren’t going to let themselves get killed so easily.

“Seems the soldiers’ morale has risen.” One of the Reapers with a red mask spoke out, as he delivers the final blow to one of the bulldozers.

“Then, I guess we have to work a little harder.” The reaper with a blue mask responds firing his gun at two more undead bulldozers.

“Hmm… I wonder who could have risen their spirits. We will most likely die here, but what the hell. Let us take them with us.” The reaper with a black mask rushes into the horde of the undead. Swiftly slicing through five as he shoots six more.

After three more hours some undead started appearing deeper into the city. Arla and Elena took this as a sign they had to go. They escaped with the last group this one being smaller than the others. Arla had saved more than she expected to and many were grateful to her.

They were already a good distance away from the city, after a couple hours of walking people felt more relaxed. She had saved around ten thousand people, but she didn’t do it alone. It was thanks to the efforts of the soldiers stalling for time. The city had around thirty thousand people, fifteen thousand of the twenty thousand left behind were soldiers.

“Thank you so much!” A woman hugged Arla as others behind her also offered their thanks. Elena was smiling from behind Arla, also offering her thanks in silence.

“N-no problem. Really.” Arla responded awkwardly. She didn’t feel like she deserved this. Since she was planning on escaping with just Elena, it was thanks to Elenas cuteness she decided to help. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty from receiving their thanks.

“Arla, where are we going to go now?” Elena ask curiously.

“I think we’ll go to the Union City.” Alra responds after thinking for a brief moment. Union City was the capital of the Union, in other words the heart. It was the most protected city that the living had, but it would take a couple of weeks to get there.

“W-why?” Elena asks tilting her head.

“Well, since the frontlines are going to be hectic again. I’m going to see if they will let me pilot one of their robots.” Arla responded, Elena looked at her with a confused face.

Like hell I’m going to kill undead while they are this amped up. I don’t want to fight them now that they gotten serious all of a sudden. I can’t let Elena know that, I need to look cool. This means I will really have to try piloting a robot. Well, god I hoped I didn’t just screw myself. I don’t want Elena to hate me. Why the hell did the undead go from lazy to being pumped up on my first day of adventure. I must have crappy luck.

“It has been my dream to control a robot you know. Hahah.” Arla laughs nervously.

“R-realy? You’re so cool Arla.” Elena looks at Arla with admiration in her eyes.

“H-haha. I am right.” Arla depressingly responded.

Come on don’t do that to me. Damn it, I’m going to be the best pilot ever then. Well at least I will be safe. It’s not like they are going to send me into battle piloting one of those things.

“Arla! Lets’ be pilots together! So we can come back and take Cannon City!” Elena responds with a cute serious face.

Oh god I’m screwed.

“Y-yeah. I’m w-with y-you.” Arla stutters

Damn it my weakness to cute things. Well you still have to pass the academy, hah I suck at studying. No amount of divine intervention will save me from failing! hahahaha.

“T-to bad they test you based on skills, r-rather than knowledge. To pilot a robot you need to be a natural. B-but I’ll try my best Arla!” Elena shockingly reveals to Arla

Wait, what the hell?

“N-natural?” Arla responded nervously

Please don’t be a natural. Please don’t be a natural.

“D-don’t worry Arla, I’m sure you’ll be a natural. I-I’m more likely to fail not you. A-after all you’re good with guns right? T-that’s one of the signs I think. So cheer up!” Elena misunderstanding Arla attempts to cheer her up.

Crap.