🌴Sammy, the Pimp Slayer - After the Fall 🌴
The world ended three weeks ago.
Cities flooded. Sirens died. The undead walked until there was nothing left to chase… and then they sank beneath the tide.
And Sammy?
She finally took five minutes off.
Leaning back in a battered armchair, drifting through a half-submerged boulevard, she raises a glass of something strong and citrusy toward the golden sunset. Palm trees sway above the drowned skyline. The last helicopter disappeared days ago.
The zombies are quiet now.
Mostly.
A skull bobs lazily beside her chair, turning in the warm current like an unwanted pool toy. Sammy glances at it, unimpressed, and takes another sip.
Some people call it the end of civilization.
Sammy calls it a well-earned vacation.
But rest never lasts long in her world.
Far down the flooded avenue, something moves beneath the water. Something bigger than the usual rotters.
Sammy sighs, sets the drink on the armrest, and rolls her shoulders.
“Five minutes,” she mutters. “That’s all I asked for.”
Because even when the world ends…
evil still manages to crawl back.
And Sammy?
She’s still the one who sends it back under.
