Zombie 6: The Sergeant

This particular zombie eluded a commanding presence which demanded respect from those in her vicinity. Her unmatched level of shrewd tactics and authority equaled that of a seasoned army sergeant, radiating strength and leadership. Despite her masculine physique, she appeared ageless, which left me wondering if she was composed of some strange alien genetic composition.

Unlike others, she never engaged in any romantic entanglements with my ex, their ongoing conflict made things tense whenever they saw each other.

She seemed to be a master at avoiding detection; she harbored a hidden agenda that was skillfully concealed from me. Allowing her back into my life would be a fatal error.

Our previous history stretched back for many years, and having reconnected, I entrusted her to manage a business on my property. However, I couldn't ignore there was a sinister aura that was surrounding her.

Looking back now, I have never forgotten about an unsettling memory which unraveled the darker side of her evil nature. She exposed a hidden secret; a stash of weapons that she looked forward to using one day. This strange conversation left a moment of eerie silence in the room, which made me realize she was capable of anything. Sending chills down my spine, in shock and disbelief, I immediately found an excuse to flee.

She showed mastery at remaining undetected much longer than the normal covert narcissist. Unaware of how much havoc anyone person can cause; I would later discover that she had insidiously inserted herself into every aspect of my life.

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