A humid, warm atmosphere engulfed me as I tossed around in an attempt to get comfortable. The more I tossed around, the more I felt the heat become more familiar to me. The heat surrounded my being and embraced me as if it were a long lost lover. The sensation caused my eyes to open immediately and recall a few memories. One of which was partially fuzzy, the other wrapped itself along my muscles and the depth of my mind.

So, I know martial arts, and this particular form felt deadly to the touch, and I can't recall why. Perhaps my affinity toward heat was one reason. With my fuzzed out flashback gone, my senses returned to me and I heard muffled sounds from the outside. I looked around and saw that I was inside of a pod. I pushed down on the handle and pushed out the door, but one problem arose. It was stuck. The handle seemed to work correctly as if the door was unlocked, but the door was jammed somehow.

I looked out the window but could see nothing. What a great discovery I landed upon. I knocked on the door, but no one came. Perhaps my pod was hidden by something. In that case, I would have to get out by myself without any help.

My lips grinned with sadistic glee. Reactions are fun to see when something happens out of nowhere. I sincerely hope no one is injured when I pry myself free from my prison.

...Speaking of prison, another fuzzy memory flooded in and I somewhat recalled that I used to be in a prison. Maybe that was how I got this affinity towards heat in the first place. I'd know more once I unlocked the doors to my memories.

Though since I discovered that I have affinity toward heat, and I knew martial arts. Perhaps I could pound the door, along with what's blocking my exit away in one fell swoop.

I looked around inside my pod and there wasn't much space to properly work with. If heat was my affinity and I wanted to make something explode, how would I go about it? I spent a few minutes pondering potential answers and came up with the most common one I could think of. If I thought of it happening, maybe it would happen if I concentrated enough.

I glanced at my milk chocolate hands and snapped my fingers. A flame ignited above my index finger, and caused me to smile with glee. The warmth of the small flame on my finger, and the scent of smoke sent shivers down my spine. I raised a brow at my own reaction, wondering why I became excited with fire. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that I was a pyromaniac. It fit with my power, I guess.

I took a deep breath and used the small flame on my finger on the edges of the door, namely where the hinges were located. I manipulated my little flame into a wild torch that I used to solder down the metal. Surely the noise of a flamethrower would attract some attention.

I continued to hear muffled noises from the outside. From what I understood through the conversation; numbers were being assigned to everyone because they lost their memories, and also there was some havoc going on. Perhaps my abilities could come to some assistance.

I managed to solder off the last hinge and I blew the flame out from my finger and pushed on the door. It budged ever so slightly, but the big hunk of whatever it was that blocked the door was still in the way. I needed an explosion of some sort to create propulsion to move it out of the way.

I reached my arm back and opened my palm. I thought of a way to create and manipulate my fire in the way that created force. I closed my eyes and engulfed my palm in heat and white flames. I wanted the impact from my palm to create enough force to send the door and whatever blocked its path out of the way. Most preferably across the room.

I took a deep breath and concentrated the flames and the heat and pounded the door with my palm and a huge puff of smoke enclosed my pod while a large boom erupted from the impact. The smoke covered up the area, so I couldn't make out whether I succeeded or not. I blew out the smoke, hoping it would go somewhere, and it did. The smoke aired out of the way and I saw an opening, then heard a delayed thud on the ground.

The door didn't fly across the room, but merely fell down in place with a large melted hole. The blockade however, did move across the room. Turns out the blockade was... yet another pod.

...Oops. I hope I didn't just kill someone. My bad. I thought to myself as I smirked and cracked my neck. I let out a yawn and stretched. After I finished stretching was when I felt woozy.

After I got out of the pod and everything was in order, reality crashed down upon me and gave me a tranquilized headache. I shook the cobwebs from my head and squinted around the room. It seems the last person had just used a marker to make himself the number Thirteen. I guess I would be number Fourteen since I appeared last.

I seemed to be the center of attention right now as I grabbed the marker and and placed it on my sleeve and pondered yet another alternative action. I smirked as my mind sparked creativity. I slipped the marker in my pocket and took off my robe. I heard gasps as my body was exposed. I heard someone in the background say “Daaaaamn...” as if they were impressed with some parts of my body.

Before I was going to make my number on my gown, I turned around to the person who made that remark, and then looked around for a mirror. There was a window in one of the rooms that would have to be a substitute. I looked at my light brown form and noticed a lot of scars on my body. There was a scar going across my right breast and many slash marks across my back. I didn't notice before but I also had a slash mark across my left eye.

I raised a brow and admired my figure until someone cleared their throat to regain my attention. I blushed and cleared my throat and pinned my gown against a wall, face up and began to brand my number on with burn marks in these weird symbols that I don't recall what they are, but I somehow know them subconsciously.

After I made my custom mark, I slipped my gown back on, albeit reluctantly. I looked at the window again at the hospital gown and pondered about its design. It was white and bland. I burned off the sleeves of my gown and refocused upon the mirror. The gown without the sleeves had been slightly more aesthetically pleasing. I also burned a slight “v” into the gown to give my chest some air. I nodded at my new appearance.

I leaned against the window, as I still seemed to be the center of attention with my odd mannerisms and lack of conservation with my body. The ironic thing I took note of was the slash marks against my back, breast, and eye were similarly shaped to the repulsive creature on the floor of the entrance.

The crowd got over the arrival of the new person and went out of the room to get out of the facility. From what I heard by following along with them, that everyone here had powers of some sort and a war went on at the surface of the world. We were underground, two floors in. We had to get to an elevator or some stairs, but from what Five said, there were zombies on both directions, but the lighter squad was near the stairs. How quaint I thought to myself.

Sooner or later, we ran across various dead corpses of staff members. Along the way, since I hung in the back a little, I mugged a few of the corpses of their various clothings and took off my hospital gown. Before I could gather the white robe off of this corpse, a zombie made a swipe at me from behind. He barely missed my torso as I turned my body around and smiled sweetly at the being in front of me.

I leaned down closer to him while I cupped my breasts in my left arm. I kissed my fingers and summoned little flames at the tips of them. Before the beast tilted its head and reached back to slash at me, I blew the fire in its general direction and gave a sadistic smirk as it ran around in various circles as if its head was cut off. They were weak to fire. I slipped on the robe which was a few sizes too small for me, so it showed my rear, but snugly kept my chest inside of its buttons. It looked more like a shirt than a robe, but I didn't complain. I ran across another corpse and ripped off their robe to their undergarments. I managed to find lingerie that seemed to fit me. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped on the mint green bra and the matching pair of panties. My breasts thanked me for the bra as my chest didn't feel so weighed down anymore.

The corpse's feet were still too small for my own, so I passed up her good looking shoes. I saw another corpse not too far off and swiped a pair of slacks from a man corpse that strangely fit me perfect. I raised a brow at him, but shrugged the thought away.

At this point a conversation through the walkie-talkie commenced. I vaguely paid attention to the details as I spotted another corpse. This time, the shoes looked like they would fit me. But they were stiletto heels, rather than flat-surfaced shoes. I shrugged as I couldn't be picky with the current situation. I slipped the shoes off of the corpse and onto my own feet. I stumbled onto a broken mirror and checked myself out.

I whistled to myself and ran my hands down the sides of my body. I donned a white button lab coat-shirt, a pair of black slacks, mint green intimates, and a pair of silver stiletto heels. I took another look at the size of the heel, and they looked to be either five or six inches high.

I smirked to myself and giggled. All I needed now was some fake glasses and I would be set. Fate seemed to hear me, and provided me another corpse a few feet away that had a pair of nice looking glasses. I poked out the lenses and slipped them on. They were a fit a bit snug, but sliding off of my nose constantly would have been a pain. I sighed in relief as I had some decent clothing instead of some generic gown.

I heard another screech off in the distance, and a few more zombies came my way. Their raunchy smell of blood and stench filled my nose as I let out a soft sneeze. I smirked and took a step closer to them as the three lunged right at me. Typical of thoughtless fools. The first I caught with my bare hand and gripped its neck tight. The second found its face underneath my sharp left stiletto heel. The third stopped in its tracks and watched as I gripped its comrade in the air. My eyes shifted to the silent third zombie as white flames engulfed my hand. I thrust out the pressure and caused the head to burst. My hand was full of blood and a few splatters got onto my shirt. The eyes of the third widened with rage as he screeched and charged forward. As the headless body had its minute length of air time, I kicked it toward the coming beast. It slashed the body aside and kept charging at me. I shrugged and lunged my stiletto into its eye. It shrieked in pain and one of its claws managed to undo a button of my shirt, which caused my chest to pop out. I rolled my eyes as I pulled my heel out of it and kicked its ribs and sent it into the nearest wall.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I looked down onto my ripped top. I slipped it off and continued down the party's path until I found another corpse to rob.

The walkie-talkie conversation ended in a large blast of light and shaking of the foundation. I was far off from the initial party, but they were still visible to me. The light wasn't as blinding and the sound was rather loud, but my hair blocked out a bit of it. The loud sound waves caused my ears to pressurize and I pinched my nose and exhaled to stabilize my ear pressure. My eyes, however, were not so easy to fix. My headache was still around, so I squinted to begin with, but the light was still rather bright and left a large afterimage in my retinas which conflicted with my vision.

The floor was split and I heard something fall from above. It was another corpse. This time the corpse's lab coat looked to be rather large, as the person was a large build. I swiped it from them as they didn't need it any longer and slipped it on over me. I buttoned it up and the coat fell to just above my knees. I left the first few buttons unbuttoned, as no one ever buttons those anyway. It left a nice “v” impression to me and I let out another relieved breath.

After the split, Eleven seemed to wander off somewhere. I decided to follow her as she was the only one nearby. I didn't interfere in any of her battles and just watched her bleed profusely and discover her hidden powers. I smirked at her powers and continued to follow her. I made a rather rude bet with myself in that she would probably die soon.

Eleven managed to meet one of the other party members, Eight. This girl had an optimistic personality that was in denial of the reality of the world. Soon enough they found some stairs. Surely the two would have noticed my presence by now by the clacking of my stilettos. The two of them climbed the stairs while I followed them silently. More ghouls appeared and were dispatched just as quickly by Eleven and her unique power. Eleven turned around and ran past me in a flurry to search for something. I followed Eleven in my brisk pace, because I believed there was no reason to hurry.

I turned the corner that Eleven took along with Eight, and discovered that ahead of them were hundreds of the ghouls. I licked my upper lip as I bit my lip while shivers flowed through my body. I pushed up my glasses and made a brisk pace to the two women to reveal my presence to them and to lay waste to some zombies.

After all, there were so many beings I could engulf with my flames of passion.

“--What do we do?” Eleven called out. Her eyes were fixated on the enormous amount of adversaries. I smirked and ran my hand down my cheek as my heels click-clacked upon the floor. I placed my warm hand upon her shoulder. In alarm, she flailed her arm at me and I gripped her wrist while I had a sadistic grin upon my face.

“Relax, Eleven. I'm one of you guys...” a twinkle in my eye gave impression that I hid something from them. If I was, I didn't know what I had hidden.

“We seem to be in a bit of a spot, hmm?” I nodded my head in the general direction of my foes. My eyes took a headcount and my mind flared with various tactics, but one stood out for me as the most amusing and had the most potential to cause various amounts of fire damage.

Eleven seemed to raise a brow at me. Apparently I had a disturbing mad grin on my face. I cleared my throat and took a step forward. A ghoul lunged at me and Eleven attempted to push me out of the way. I restrained her and blew a kiss of fire toward the ghoul and caused it to burst into flames and run around in confusion and away into the large mass of other ghouls that steered clear of the running body of flame.

“Super effective, I think.” I wink at the two and take a few more steps toward the horde.

“Wait, that's too much for you! Even you can't take out all of them all alone!” This statement from Eleven caused me to smirk and look back at her and shake my head while clicking my tongue.

“Tsk tsk... watch and learn, my comrade.” I mocked.

I got into a stance and rubbed my palms together to create friction. Then a lightbulb hit me.

“Oh.. and you should stand back a little, 'kay?” I smiled and continued the work of my tactic.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pulled back my arm and put my palm into a fist. I felt the heated energy engulf my arm and my whole being as an aura of fire engulfed me. All I needed was one of the ghouls to be baited to attack me.

An alternate action happened that had a similar outcome. The flaming ghoul managed to flee back in my direction and I released my tension onto its chest. The impact of my attack with the pressure of my heat sent it into the center of the mass. What looked like seventy percent of the horde caught fire and the initial catalyst combusted, and caused a chain reaction. A lot of blood and guts spilled everywhere, and some just collapsed when they finished their confused haze. This left a more manageable lot.

I turned around and patted out a bit of flame at the bottom of my coat and smiled sweetly toward Eleven.

“So like, now that there's about 30% of the original size, do you think you can handle a bit of it?

One of the remaining ghouls lunged at me once again and I placed my palm on its neck and gave it third degree burns and melted its head clean off. I tossed the head in the direction of the other ghouls as a message. I knew it wouldn't accomplish anything, but I still hoped they had some form of intelligence.

“So will you give me a hand with the rest of these, or would you like me to awe you with my prowess and kill them all myself?”

Without even a glance, I stretched out my arm and fixated my index finger as if it were a flamethrower and took out a line of three.

“Hey, where'd you get those clothes? You're Fourteen, right?” Eight asked me. I turned my head toward her and pushed up my fake glasses.

“I robbed corpses.” I stuck my tongue out and smiled. I turned my head back toward the foes.