Isolated town with an abandoned Mall, set in the year 2024, During a zombie apocalypse, following a new security guard named Nel as he is rescued from drowning by a naked female waxworks with a horny habit who would become weaker in sunlight.

Nel gripped the edge of the boat desperately, the icy waters of the river pulling him under. He had been trying to escape the hordes of zombies that had taken over the town, but his rowboat had capsized, sending him into the freezing depths below. Just as he was about to give up and let the cold water take him, a hand reached down and grabbed his, pulling him to the surface. Nel gasped for air as he was pulled onto the shore, his savior a naked woman made entirely of wax. "Thank you," Nel gasped, trying to catch his breath. He looked at the woman in confusion, taking in her perfect features and waxen skin. She smiled at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I am Elara," she said, her voice smooth and melodic. "I am a waxwork from the abandoned mall." Nel shook his head in disbelief. "But how...why are you here?" Elara shrugged, her naked form gleaming in the moonlight. "I was created to entertain, but now I roam these streets, searching for companionship." Nel's eyes widened as he took in her naked form, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I...I should find some clothes for you," he stammered. Elara laughed, a musical sound that echoed through the deserted streets. "Do not worry about me, Nel. I have no need for clothing." Nel shrugged, realizing that there were more pressing concerns at hand. The zombies were still out there, and he needed to find a safe place to hide. He looked around, his eyes falling on the abandoned mall in the distance. "Perhaps we can find shelter there," he said, gesturing towards the looming building. Elara nodded, her expression serious now. "I sense danger within those walls, but it may be our only hope." Together, they made their way to the mall, avoiding the roving bands of zombies that wandered the streets. As they entered the building, Nel felt a chill run down his spine. The darkness was oppressive, the air thick with the scent of decay. "We should find a place to hide," Nel whispered, his hand gripping the handle of his gun tightly. Elara nodded, her eyes shimmering in the dim light. They made their way through the deserted hallways, searching for a safe room to hole up in. As they entered a small office, Nel felt a sense of relief wash over him. It was small and cramped, but it had sturdy doors and no windows. "We should barricade the door," Nel said, looking around for something to block the entrance with. Elara stepped forward, her hand glowing softly in the darkness. With a wave of her hand, the door was sealed shut, the wood reinforced with a barrier of wax. Nel stared at her in awe, realizing that Elara had powers beyond his understanding. "How did you do that?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. Elara smiled, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I have abilities that are not of this world, Nel. I am a creation of magic and art, bound to this earth by forces unknown." Nel nodded, his mind reeling with the possibilities that Elara presented. They settled down in the small office, the hours ticking by as they talked and shared their stories. Nel learned that Elara had been created by a mad artist, her waxen form brought to life by a powerful curse. As the sun began to rise, Elara's form began to wane, the wax melting away in the light of day. Nel watched in horror as she grew weaker and weaker, her once vibrant form fading into nothingness. "I must go now, Nel," Elara whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "I am bound to the shadows, and the sunlight weakens me." Nel reached out, his hand slipping through her fading form. "No, stay with me," he pleaded, his heart breaking at the thought of losing Elara. But it was too late. With a final smile, Elara disappeared, leaving Nel alone in the empty office. Nel sat in silence, his mind reeling with the events of the night. He had lost a friend, a companion in this bleak world. But he knew that Elara would always be with him, her memory a beacon of hope in the darkness. As he prepared to venture out into the world once more, Nel vowed to honor Elara's memory, to fight for survival and for a future where the dead no longer walked the earth. And as he stepped out into the harsh light of day, he knew that he was not alone. For Elara's spirit lived on within him, a reminder of the strange and wondrous world that lay beyond the walls of the isolated town with an abandoned mall. And with her memory as his guide, Nel set out to face whatever challenges lay ahead, his heart filled with determination and hope for a better tomorrow.