The V in Mama V

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Two bright pink heels stomped on a hard and dirty floor. The feet inside the heels were robust and fitted like a bear wearing Cinderella's slippers. But, they matched with the pink dress worn by the woman who was walking. Her face was round, with large defined lips that were a lustrous red.

Yet the most striking feature was her eyes.

They held cunning, slyness and a tender will of a caring soul.

Like a mother.

This was Mama V.

She was going to talk to her daughter.

She sighed mysteriously as she thought about her child and just as quickly, a smile ascended on her lips.

Veranda was a special girl. Very precious to her and she could honestly say she loved her child.

Mama V couldn't say that about alot of people.

She raised her eyes ad looked at the path she was walking on. It was made with walls that were just steel beams, metal rafters and whatever useful material that they could use. The floor was smooth concrete, or it had been, but was now littered with holes. Above her were the lights, none of them were on, meaning the warehouse was a tad bit dark , but so be it.

Electricity was not easy to get. No one worked in the electrical companies, nor was there an effort to establish an electrical system for survivors. Her queendom ran on solar panels, all aligned on the warehouse roof and in times of emergency, there was a couple of preserved generators stowed away.

There was security watching the area to prevent anyone from stealing from them and her team of scavengers to steal from other groups.

But why steal and why not work together?

If somebody asked Mama V that question, she would laugh uproariously... before slicing off their head with her sharp nails and feeding them to her people on a bloody plate.

Cooperating, allying and giving loyalty to anyone but yourself is dumb.

No, it's suicidal.

Most people, especially those who live in the safe zones believe that survivors outside their citadels are savage brutes, scurrying like rats to survive.

Well... They're absolutely right.

In the forgotten world, filled with zombies and the risk of death everyday, caring about someone becomes the least of your problems.

With no money, you steal from each other.

With no laws, you kill each other.

With no food, well, she didn't get her shape from an all vegan diet.

This world had left people like her to die. The people who sifted them out like stones, to then discard them to the side.

But why not band together to fight?

The answer; fear.

Every survivor had three fears.

The third were the Red Crosses from those stupid safe zones. They killed survivors for literal sport or used them as zombie bait.

The bastards.

Second on the list were of course, the zombies. These monsters were everywhere, hunting them and turning them into monsters just like them, to hunt them again and repeat. Many horrors had been witnessed by the survivors, that countless others in the citadels, would drop in a faint after seeing.

Everyone hated them.

But, surprisingly despite the dangers from outside, the number one fear of every survivor is each other.

I mean, just imagine it, a throng of people, running around everyday from undead monsters, with little rest and less food. What happens if one night, your friend feels like his insides are starting to twist?

The hunger is driving him crazy and he sure as hell doesn't want to die, only for his corpse to be eaten by zombies.

But there's no food.

Or is there?

You turn over and see your friend, tender and meaty.

There are no morals holding you back and so... you eat.

That aside, there is just to much conflict between survivors for anyone to consider unity. Except for one person, who united a band of scruby survivors and built her own queendom.

Mama V was one of a kind.

Her past though, was something she would not think about.

Better to think of present important things.

Her warriors had just captured five survivors down in Wistif Boulevard, that meant tonight was Meat night.

Or I could use them to try and get the zombie on my side? She thought, he would eat people for free here. Only when I wished it of course.

Her smile grew feline as she thought about the high rank zombie that came in with that boy. She couldn't believe her luck that day, a Red Cross and a monster joining her ranks?

Of course she hated zombies, but an advantage in this game of survival was an advantage. And a high rank zombies strength, speed and the skill of a Red Cross.

The power, oh the power!

Of course she knew that Lesley didn't see her in a friendly light and he would have been an idiot to trust her.

But that's why she had Veranda.

No one could resist her child's charm. Soon Lesley will want to stay and then she'll have them at her beck and call. Over half the city will be hers for the taking.

She will truly be the queen then.

She couldn't wait for-

Boom!

What the sweet jam!?

Mama V turned around to look at the source of the explosion. A white and greenish mist rose up some meters away and it was with a start that she realized it was her bathing chamber.

She'd left that boy drying himself off... what happened?

Quickly, she started to run... and then after a few steps, stopped, to take off her heels. No woman can run in these beautiful instruments of torture.

Bang! Bang!

The heels came of the shoes after she hit them against the steel beam next to her. Now her shoes were usable and she wasted no time, except five minutes, in putting them on.

She ran again and surprisingly, she was actually pretty fast. Her body moved briskly and the dress on her body held firm like a snug glove, but it rose from below, to above her knees.

A few of her guards, three of them, were already at the door to the room but they weren't going in.

"Oy! What is going on here? " She said reaching them and her voice was loud enough to draw all their attention... but then they turned back to the room.

" Mama, you're here." One of the men said, he was a black haired young man with a medium sized body and six pack abs.

Mama V liked her guards tangy and with a nice physique.

But right now was not the time!

She shoved the boy out of her way and with a slash from her dagger like nails, the other guards moved out of her way. They were wincing from the cut but didn't dare complain. They had ignored her and been more focused on the room.

But they had a good reason.

Mama V walked into the room and when she saw what inside, her jaw dropped for a moment.

Inside the room...