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Context I've been having a lot of zombie dreams and recently i saw a pin on Pinterest about a new concept of zombies and i dreamed about it. Zombies are drawn to unhygienic scents, so survivors are constantly trying to smell good.

I was a fighter one a dying profession, most colonies decided to stop fighting and focused on farming and gathering in order to tame and not attract the horses. Yet one day a neighboring settlement decided that it want to wipe all zombies of the planet and started attacking all nearby settlements that didn't agree with them. My settlement was different than most we would hunt them but also used them to are benefits. Our deceased would be covered in flowers after they're death and once they woke as a zombie they'd be let out to nullify the zombies. everyone called them blooming undead and it was Taboo to hurt them. my job though was to capture them and tie them up to my settlement. so naturally everyone hated me but they never asked who i got the orders from. In the process I'd kill as many dead as i could. it was tricky since they're blood was a natural smell that caused them to go berserk. but my years of trying could let many handle hordes of them with just a spear and my body armor. I couldn't stay at my settlement for long though, after a gathered enough of the blooming they made me look like a bad guy and so I left. None of them could harm me any way. they will definitely miss me but i don't care. they especially regret losing my knowledge like how if you burn a blooming zombie it becomes a ticking time bomb at first it attracts hundreds of zombies letting them fall into a trance of bliss from the smell bit after the flowers burns then comes it's flesh which makes the horses go crazy. well i didn't care and i was even expecting this so with a full armor set made of light but durable metal, wood, and kevlar most essentials my trusty spears and good bottle of liquor i became a nomad. until i met the hunters the settlement that wanted everything. i some how became good friends with it's leader ofc i never dared show them my face. most looked at me like a mercenary no face no name just work. but honestly it was peaceful. i learned to tame zombies and let them work for you by training them. After a while i created my self a little dungeon protected from the outside world. it was difficult but i made it possible for my horses to attack without stimulus by smell but with sight humans could no longer enter my dungeon to them i was but a faceless golem they're master. Until i started learning about them they're capabilities they're strengths and weaknesses at one point all o focused on was research and tempering my body. As i created the ultimate army i became the ultimate warmachine. when settlements attacked me i first sent a small group to see how they could handle it. i would decide to either send an elite group of my creation or and army. the elites by which i called them I'm most proud of by letting certain plants grow in and out of them and slowly forming thick wooden armor with long sharp thorn fill blades on they're hands or thorn filled fist they had weapons. with the wooden helmet I'd put a rotten chunk of zombie meat right in front of it's nose and let the wood grow around it to make it forever hostile. they became something to be wary of. i felt that my connection with them was growing stronger and proof was there when they were in a frenzy state they would attack me. almost as of they knew me so i created a long term experiment by letting these zombies interact with different creatures over a period of a few months to years. and i found out if the stimulus for scent isn't to to strong but mild like that of a person on regular cleans themselves they will get use to scent and consider it not a target. after a long time though i was laying in bed of course in my armor and weapons near me but i couldn't get up and everything went black.

then i woke up.