Jodie sat in the dimly lit bunker, playing the same video game she had been playing for the past week, Dead island. Killing and maiming zombies somehow kept her happy. She had long finished all the other games in her collection and this was the only one that seemed to hold her interest. It had been two years since she had locked herself in this bunker, hiding away from the desolated world outside.

She had been alone for so long that she had lost track of time. The bunker was her sanctuary, her safe haven from the horrors that lurked outside. She had everything she needed here – a limited supply of food and water, an emergency generator, and a massive collection of DVDs to keep her entertained.

But as time went on, Jodie's sanity slowly began to slip away. She would have long conversations with herself and pretend she had a companion. She was desperate for human interaction, for someone to talk to.

But it wasn't just her loneliness that was causing her distress. Jodie's food and water supply were running dangerously low. She had been careful and rationed everything, but she knew that she couldn't survive much longer with what she had. If she wanted to continue living, she would have to go out and scavenge for supplies.

It was a risky move, but it was a risk she had to take. She couldn't just sit in her bunker and wait for death to come knocking at her door. Gathering her courage, Jodie gathered what supplies she could and prepared for her journey outside. She loaded her gun, put on her bulletproof vest, and equipped herself with a backpack to carry whatever she could find.

As she climbed up the ladder to the surface, her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure if she was more afraid of the zombies or the machines that still roamed the streets. A few months ago Sky-Sex littered the planet in a cluster of bombs in a biological attack. The bombs had released a zombie virus, in an attempt to eradicate the remaining humans. But with no humans left, these machines were now hostile towards anyone and anything they came across, including the zombies.

Jodie reached the surface and cautiously stepped out into the sunlight. After ten minutes of walking she could see the horizon of her once peaceful city. The once bustling city was now nothing but a deserted landscape. She scanned her surroundings, checking for any signs of danger. But all she could see were the deserted buildings and the rubble that littered the streets.

She made her way to a nearby supermarket, hoping to find some food and water. As she entered the store, she noticed the eerie silence that greeted her. It was as if the place was holding its breath, waiting for her to make a move.

Jodie quickly gathered what she could and made her way to the checkout counter to pretend to pay, a way to try and make things seem normal. Just as she was about to grab a few more cans of food, she heard a noise coming from the back of the store. It sounded like shuffling and groaning.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew she had to get out of there before whatever was making that noise noticed her. She grabbed her backpack and bolted towards the exit with her gun aimed and ready to fire. But just as she was about to make it out, a zombie appeared from behind the shelves and lunged towards her.

Jodie's heart was racing as she saw the zombie closing in on her. Its decaying skin and vacant eyes sent a chill down her spine. She wasted no time in lining up her shot and pulling the trigger.

BANG!

The loud sound of the gunshot rang through the store, causing Jodie to flinch. She anxiously watched as the bullet hit the zombie right in the centre of its forehead, blowing its head to pieces.

Blood and brain matter splattered all over the shelves and floor as the zombie's body fell limply to the ground. Jodie let out a sigh of relief, but she knew she couldn't stay there much longer. The gunshots echoing through the store was sure to make every zombie and machine in the vicinity home in on her. She knew she had to get out of there fast.

Jodie couldn't believe she had just encountered a real-life zombie. It was something she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. But now, it was a harsh reality she had to face in this post-apocalyptic world.

Jodie's heart was racing as she stumbled through the aisles, knocking over boxes and shelves in her panic to find a way out. The sounds of moaning and shuffling behind her only fueled her adrenaline as she searched for an escape. The far side of the supermarket was darker, more sinister looking than the rest, there were blood, guts and body parts everywhere, it looked like a zombie feeding ground.

She finally spotted a door at the back of the store, but as she made her way towards it, she realized it was locked. Frantically, she looked around for something to break the window and open the door but it was futile. The machines had heard the gunshots and they were getting closer, she could hear their mechanical whirring getting louder.

Feeling a surge of determination, Jodie looked up and saw a ventilation shaft above her. It was a tight squeeze, but it was her only chance. She climbed onto a nearby counter and jumped, catching onto the edge of the opening. With all her strength, she pulled herself into the shaft and started crawling.

The sound of the machines grew louder as she made her way through the shaft, her heart sinking as she realized they were now inside the store. She could hear them searching for her, their mechanical voices calling out her location.

Jodie crawled as fast as she could, her limbs aching. Just as she thought she couldn't go any further, she saw a ray of light ahead. It was an exit and she knew it was her only chance.

With a burst of energy, she crawled towards the light and emerged into the alleyway behind the store. She stumbled to her feet and ran, hearing the machines behind her as she fled down the alley.

Panting and exhausted, she finally made it to the end of the alley and saw a fence blocking her escape. Without hesitation, she climbed up and over the fence, ignoring the scrapes and cuts on her hands and legs.

She landed hard on the other side and continued to run, her heart still racing with fear and adrenaline. She didn't stop until she was a few blocks away, her breath coming in short gasps as she leaned against a wall.

Jodie took a moment to catch her breath and compose herself, wiping the sweat and tears from her face. She couldn't believe she had made it out alive. She had used every ounce of her survival instincts to escape the clutches of the machines and the zombies.

But at this moment, as she stood in a stranger's backyard, Jodie was exhausted and in desperate need of rest.

As she took in her surroundings, Jodie noticed the overgrown grass and the large pool that was filled with thick green sludge. She shuddered at the thought of what might be lurking in the murky water. But her attention was soon drawn to something even more unsettling – a decaying body hanging from a tree.

Jodie slowly approached the hanging corpse, trying to see who it was. As she got closer, she realized with horror that it was a woman. She must have taken her own life in the midst of the chaos that had overtaken the world. Jodie couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for the woman and wondered what could have driven her to such a desperate act.

But then, something caught Jodie's eye. A glimmer of something shiny on the woman's finger. She reached up and carefully pulled back the rotting sleeve of the woman's shirt to reveal a ring with a large diamond. Jodie couldn't believe her luck. In this new world, where survival was the only goal, material possessions had lost all value. But this ring was too beautiful not to take.

Feeling both guilty and grateful, she carefully removed the ring and slipped it on her finger. She knew she had to leave this place as soon as possible, for fear of being discovered by any remaining machines or zombies. But before she left, Jodie took a moment to look around the backyard and the house. The place looked expensive, like it belonged to someone who was once rich.

Curiosity got the better of Jodie and she decided to take a look inside the house. She reasoned that if the owners were wealthy, they may have left behind some valuable items for her to loot. As she cautiously made her way inside, Jodie was struck by how untouched this house seemed. It was like the chaos of the outside world had not yet reached this place.

Finally, she came across a room that piqued her interest – a home theater, complete with a large screen and rows of comfortable chairs. On the shelves, Jodie found an impressive collection of DVDs, ranging from mainstream movies to porn films. But one name in particular caught her attention – 'Millie Moist.'

Jodie had heard of Millie Moist before. She was a well-known porn actress, known for her extreme and explicit scenes getting gang banged, Millie moist was a sexy petite blonde but a complete slut on camera. Jodie couldn't believe she was standing in her very own house. She felt a rush of excitement and found herself blushing at the thought of being in the home of such a famous, sexy woman.

Feeling like she hit the jackpot, Jodie grabbed a couple of the DVDs and added them to her bag. She couldn't wait to watch them later, in the safety of her own hiding spot. But as she turned to leave the room, she saw a picture on the wall – a large, framed portrait of none other than Millie Moist herself.

But something was off about the picture. Jodie couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister about this woman. She turned to the window to get a better look at the hanging corpse outside, and her heart stopped. It was Millie Moist.

She felt a wave of sadness sweep over her as she realized that the woman who was once vibrant and full of life was now reduced to a lifeless body hanging from a tree.

Jodie knew she couldn't just leave her there, she had to do something. She walked out into the backyard and stood underneath the tree, looking up at Millie's lifeless body. She noticed that there was a ladder leaning against the tree, as if someone had placed it there to make it easier for her to reach the body.