"It's over there! I saw that pair of lovebirds heading that way!"
Ashley Smith was awakened by a rush of hurried footsteps, as if a large crowd was running towards her. She opened her eyes to find herself in a small grove.
"Hiss—"She attempted to rise, only then realizing that the ground her hand was bracing against was soft. Looking down, she saw a man lying beneath her!
The man was pinned underneath her. As she took in his handsome facial features, sharply defined jawline, musculin chest, and a solid, block-like abdomen.
Oh my god!
A flood of R-rated memories rushed into her mind.What She thought had been a wild dream was, in fact, reality— she had actually slept with a man!
Ashley's face immediately turned crimson with embarrassment. Just an hour ago, she had been fighting zombies in a post-apocalyptic world.
Facing her impending death, she pulled the pin on a granade, ready to take as many Zombies as she could.she expected to die and head straight to heaven, but instead she woke up in the middle of undressing a man!
After years of battling Zombies, she had never been close to a man, and now, at what she thought was the end of her life, she decided to go all the way. She noticed that the man seemed unable to move one of his leg, but she didn't care–she was determined to make the most of what she believed would be her last moment. so, she grabbed the man's struggling hands and straddled him, despite feeling a bit dizzy. In the end, she took advantage of him multiple times.
"Better to die under a peony flower," She thought, "even as a ghost, it's romantic."
But shockingly, it wasn't a dream!
Heat spread from her cheeks to her neck as she realizes what she had done. For the first time, she wished her life had been shorter, wondering why she hadn't gone to heaven yet.
Just then, a warm yellow light flickered nearby. "Hurry, there's a movement over there!" Someone shouted."They must be there, let's check it out!"
Ashley was startled, remembering that the footstep had woken her.Suddenly,a wave of realization hit her like a thousand needles piercing her mind. Her head throbbed as a flood of new memories rushed in–she had travelled through time.
In her memories, she was no longer the War Queen of the apocalypse, but a chubby black girl in 1976.
This was a time of poverty. The original host of the body had been a pampered city girl for eighteen years until her parents discovered that she wasn't their biological daughter.
After finding their real daughter, They sent the original host to the countryside.
Having lived in the city for so many years, the host had become arrogant and disdainful of everything in the countryside. She was often seen as unmotivated and indulgent, with a fuller figure and a plain appearance. Her habit of socializing openly with men raised eyebrows in the village, tarnishing her reputation. In contrast, her cousin, Morgan Smith, who was educated, pretty,and engaged to a marine corps commander named Gray Phillip.
Their wedding was scheduled for the next month, but after Gray was injured in an accident, Morgan didn't want to marry a disabled man. Still, she wanted to keep the dowry money, so she devised a wicked plan.
The original host turned out to be the poor scape goat.
Morgan drugged both the original host and Gray, set them up to frolic in the wilderness, then she brought people to catch them in the act.
This way, she could break off her engagement with Gray, without tarnishing her reputation
Ashley quietly cursed Morgan in her heart, seeing the fire from the group coming closer and closer, she quickly started putting on her clothes. She hadn't thought much about the original host body until she picked up the XXXXXXL size clothes from the ground. Silence fell over her as she realized just how large this body was.This outfit could wrap around a normal person twice and a half! She glanced down at her hands—calloused and weathered, their texture reminiscent of resilient black bamboo shoots from the mountains, hinting at untold stories of toil and survival. Her rounded belly carried an undeniable weight, a testament to indulgence and disregard for societal expectations. In an apocalyptic world, this body, unconventional and underestimated, might not match the swift, agile survivors of movies. Yet, Ashley couldn’t help but smirk at the irony—her richness in body might even baffle zombies, her uniqueness a weapon of its own. Her brow furrowed briefly, but she exhaled deeply, a spark of determination glinting in her eyes. "Well, at least I'm alive," she thought, ready to defy every assumption stacked against her.
Gray's sleeve was pinned beneath him. When Ashley pulled it out, she woke him up.
Just then, Gray stirred as Ashley pulled out his sleeve pinned beneath him. His sharp eyes suddenly opened, and after a moment of blankness ,he glared at Ashley.
"What are you looking at!" Ashley snapped, taking the initiative before Gray could say anything, "If I wasn't afraid of the leaf pricking your buttocks, I wouldn't have used my clothes as cushion for you..."
Now he dared to glare at her. Men can't be spoiled after all!
"You!" Gray was completely stunned by Ashley's shameless words . He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he only snorted and turned his head away, though his flushed earlobes betrayed his feelings.
"stop dawdling. Someone's coming! Get dressed quickly!" Ashley commanded, throwing another piece of clothing at Gray.
As she watched Gray sluggishly getting dressed, Ashley couldn't help but think about what had just happened.it was all her fault–she had gone too far with a man who was injured and had disability...
"Quickly, I've heard a noise, it must be Ashley and Gray. Everyone, hurry up!" Not far away, Morgan voice and sound of many footsteps grew closer.
Ashley was anxious, grabbed Gray's pants and shoved them onto his long legs, with fierce determination, pulling them up to dress him. while doing so, she warned, "Don't talk later, let me do all the talking. Got it?"
