Living as a Demon in a Post-apocalyptic World

Zane remembered sleeping in, as his child sat on top of his back and while squirming to wake Zane up.

However he played it off and slept another hour letting his spouse take care of the child.

Opening his eyes, a blank ceiling met his gaze. He blinked in confusion as he pondered how long he possibly slept as he didn't have a white roof.

Getting up, he came to find his limbs didn't respond, and when they did, they moved extremely slowly.

A groan escaped his lips as the world was dyed black and white, with a few of shades of grey.

Looking about in extreme puzzlement, he rolled over and got to his feet and looked down, seeing a puddle of ink on the floor where he lay moments before.

He took a step, and his joints in the knees locked, causing him to fall face first to the ground.

With a muffled thud, his face became quite intimate with the floor, and while he did try to catch himself, his arms felt like they were filled with lead.

He struggled to his feet and looked around for his child.

'Vera!' A primitive growl sounded out, causing Zane to look about in confusion trying to find the source of the growl.

'Vera!' Hearing the growl, he spun around and staggered as his body stiffly fell to the side.

Yet another intimate moment with the floor made Zane grow to despise the floor.

Soon he realized that the growl came from him, and he raised a hand and put it over his throat.

However why did his hand look so different in an hour?

His hand was small and dainty, looking like an exquisitely carved jade piece, however it was marred in some black substance that was incredibly viscous like the ink on the floor.

He brought his hand and up and smelled the liquid and a pleasant aroma filled his nose.

Unknowingly his nose twitched and he slowly turned and looked at his surroundings.

He stood still for a moment then walked out of the room that was colored in different shades of black and white.

'Whose house is this? What's with this color scheme?' He reached up and scratched his head softly when silky hair that was marred with the suspicious black liquid that smelled extremely good.

He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the substance from his palms and smiled happily.

After thinking for a moment he shambled towards the bathroom and put his hand on the door knob and turned it after giving it a slight squeeze.

A shrill creak sounded out and the doorknob fell apart and landed on the floor with finger indentions on the handle.

He walked into the bathroom, taking in the familiar yet strange atmosphere that wrapped his house from the moment he opened his eyes.

Stopping in front the mirror, he suddenly decided that anything was better than the current predicament.

In the mirror was a beauty so divine, if one told a human that it was a goddess, that human would believe them wholeheartedly.

Small delicate lips, colored with an off shade grey color, long black locks that fell to his waist, and eyes that dazzled and mesmerized any mortal unfortunate enough to lose themselves in his gaze.

'Isn't this a f*cking female's body?' His lips parted and a feral growl sounded out causing the mirror to rattle a bit.

'Oh fuck, what's wrong with my eyes?!' He pursed his lips in surprise while examining his eyes.

All black eyes with silver sclera with flecks of greenish purple colors speckling his eyes.

His pupils were vertical like a snake while containing inherent charm.

'Shit, if I didn't know better, it think that I inhabited a succubus' body.'

While internally cursing he climbed in the shower and turned the handle as water sprayed out washing the sticky liquid he believed was blood down the drain.

He then compared his situation in his head to what he read online in his free time, and finally came to a conclusion.

'I'm a zombie…Well f*ck, and I'm not even in my original body.'

He looked at the shower head and saw steam rising yet only felt water on his skin, no heat or cold whatsoever.

After standing in the shower and washing all the sticky liquid off his body, he or she as the situation dictated, climbed out the shower and rumbled through the drawer of the adjacent room.

After finding form fitting black pants and wearing them, she found a bra and clasped it behind herself, while fumbling for a bit as her fingers were beyond stiff.

When it finally snapped into place, she sighed and looked down at her breast while inwardly griping that she wouldn't have minded if the body was female, just why was the breast so damn big?

She slipped into a shirt and put on some socks and shoes then walked to the door and unlocked it.

Looking around at the relatively empty flat, she pushed the door open, and what met her was a corpse, fallen across the door, blocking the door.

Putting strength into her arms, the door swung open easily like a matchstick getting thrown away as the corpse rolled away as if it got hit by a speeding car.

She walked outside and saw corpses, in all manner of gruesome deaths, shambling along the street while some let out low groans and others roared at each other.

'Well damn, it's the apocalypse…' Zane, thought to himself as he watched a zombie with half a neck hanging while walking by him sniffing the air, looking for prey.

Walking behind it, he thrust his hand out and tore the zombie's head off and grimaced as he stuck his hand into it's forehead.

Finding a gem like nucleus in the zombie's head, he dropped the severed head and walked back inside the flat.

Looking about one last time, he saw a pale sky with tufts of clouds hanging here and there in the sky.