Fleshware Requiem (An Apocalypse Doll Prequel)

The woman in White was in danger; but not from the plague; not from the Living Dead, but from my own teammates. With food, ammo, and air-filters running low; the band of ex-convicts, renegades, and murderers I ran with didn't want to save her - I had to save her from them - and not get myself shot up in the process. Of course, she wasn't what she appeared to be; nor was the rampant artificial intelligence that had captured us. It was the start of a year of deceit, obsession, and a technological slavery of the soul. And yes.... zombies.

"I almost wanted to laugh. Just lean back against the wall and bust a gut with gallows humor. From the destruction of all I held dear, wave after wave of the Living Dead, comrades as likely to give me a knife in the back as a helping hand, and then a demented A.I. that turns men into sex-batteries to feed her lust-crazed programming. Now, I'm alone, unarmed with no supplies, with a mass-murdering mutant ex-convict in the next room. And someone's been rooting around inside my brain..."