Some complications as usual

As I stepped out of the military van, I felt the cold wind brush against my face, sending shivers down my spine.

After going through the necessary procedures, I finally stepped inside the fortress. The first thing that caught my attention was the way the establishment looked. It was unlike anything I had seen before. The walls were high and sturdy, and the gates were thick and heavy. It was clear that whoever built this place had put a lot of effort into making it impenetrable.

As I made my way through the fortress, I couldn't help but notice the way the people were dressed. Most of them were wearing military gear, with helmets and bulletproof vests. They looked tough and prepared, ready for anything that might come their way.

But it wasn't just their appearance that caught my attention. It was the way they acted. They were all focused, determined, and disciplined. Despite the chaos that was happening outside, they remained calm and collected, as if they had everything under control.

I could feel their energy, their strength, and their resilience.

As I continued to explore the fortress, I realized that this was more than just a safe haven for survivors. It was a community, a family, a tribe. These people had each other's backs, and they were willing to do whatever it takes to survive.

As I was looking around I saw a soldier walking towards me. I guess it's the zombie test the other guys told me about.

I stand tall and defiant as the soldier approaches me with his device. My eyes lock onto his as I feel the hum of the scanner coming closer. I know what he's looking for, but I have nothing to fear.

The soldier holds the scanner up to me, and I can feel the heat emanating from the device. My heart beats steadily in my chest as I watch the device light up with a vibrant green color. I don't flinch, even though I know what's coming next.

As the soldier swipes the device across my arm, my blood flows freely into the scanner. I watch as the green color fades away, replaced by a deep, ominous red. The soldiers nearby move closer, their guns at the ready, but I remain calm. I know that I'm infected with the zombie virus.

I remember the chip embedded in my skin, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my dad who designed it. It keeps my mind clear, preventing the virus from affecting my thoughts and actions.

As the soldiers circle me, I can feel their apprehension, but I stand firm.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air rush through my long green hair. My heart pounded in my chest as I assessed the situation before me: a group of armed men with guns, all aimed at me.

I knew I had an advantage with my ability to manipulate the properties of objects I touched. I focused on a nearby metal trash can, feeling its molecules shift and change under my fingertips. It grew in size, becoming a massive shield that I used to protect myself as the men opened fire.

Bullets ricocheted off the shield, sending sparks flying in every direction. I couldn't help but smirk as I watched the men's faces contort with surprise and confusion.

But I couldn't stay on the defensive forever. I needed to take them down, and fast. I lunged forward, my movements quick and precise. I reached out and touched the first man's gun, feeling it grow soft and pliable in my hands. It became useless, melting into a malleable mess.

The second man fired his gun, but I was already on him. I touched his arm, feeling his flesh squish beneath my fingertips. He let out a cry of pain, but I didn't stop there. I kept squeezing his arm till I cut it off. The man soon after passed out of blood loss, but using my ability I reconnected his arm with the rest of his body, leaving him with nothing more than a sore arm.

The third man was more cautious, staying back and taking aim. But I was ready for him. I touched the ground beneath his feet, feeling it shift and change. Suddenly, he was ankle-deep in quicksand. He struggled, but it was no use. I watched as he sank, sinking deeper and deeper until he was completely submerged.

The last man was the most aggressive, charging at me with his gun raised high. I didn't flinch, instead grabbing his wrist and using my strength to twist it until I heard a satisfying snap. He screamed in pain, dropping the gun as I kicked him in the stomach, sending him reeling backwards.

It was over. The men lay at my feet, either unconscious or writhing in agony. I took a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I may not have felt pain, but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy the fight. With a smirk on my face, I turned and walked away, leaving the chaos behind me.

But I wasn't actually able to walk for long as once again I was surrounded by another group of soldiers.

This time their numbers were even more than the previous group.

They all aimed at me immediately, but none of them fired a single shot.

I guess they waited for an order from someone, but by looking around I couldn't see anyone looking like they were controlling them.

But just when I made that thought one middle aged man came forward.

The man stands tall and poised, exuding an air of confidence and professionalism. He wears a sleek, black costume that fits him perfectly, accentuating his muscular build. The fabric of the costume is of high quality, with a slight sheen that catches the light in a subtle yet striking way.

The costume consists of a black jacket with long sleeves and a single button closure at the front, paired with matching black pants that fit snugly around his hips and legs. Underneath the jacket, he wears a crisp white dress shirt with a black tie that is neatly knotted at his throat.

His shoes are polished to a high shine, completing the look of sophistication and elegance. His hair is short and neatly styled, and his face is clean-shaven. He carries himself with an air of authority and determination, giving off the impression that he is a man who means business.

"Are you the girl who nearly brought down one of the largest fortresses in this area and wiped out the council within it? If so, I have a proposition for you," the man stated.

I honestly didn't expect the news of that incident to travel that far.

That question caught me off guard.

Should I reveal myself or not?