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 is weak in the sunlight but immortal to melting.

The year was 2024 and the world as we knew it had come to an end. A deadly virus had spread like wildfire, turning people into mindless zombies hungry for flesh. Life had become a constant battle for survival, with isolated towns being the only havens left for the few remaining living souls. One such isolated town was Meadowbrook, a small community located in the heart of the countryside. Surrounded by thick forests and rolling hills, Meadowbrook seemed like the perfect place to escape the horrors of the outside world. But even here, the threat of the undead lingered, with constant patrols and barricades keeping the town's inhabitants safe. At the center of Meadowbrook stood an abandoned mall, a relic of a time long past. Once a bustling hub of activity and commerce, the mall now lay empty and desolate, its stores and corridors silent and still. Few dared to enter its decaying halls, for fear of what lurked within its shadowy depths. Nel was one of the few brave enough to venture into the abandoned mall. A new security guard hired to keep watch over the town, he was determined to prove himself in the face of danger. Armed with a shotgun and a steely resolve, Nel patrolled the mall's corridors, his footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. But one fateful night, Nel's bravery would be put to the test in a way he never could have imagined. As he made his rounds, he heard a loud splash coming from the mall's central fountain. Rushing to investigate, Nel was stunned to see a woman struggling in the water, her pale skin glinting in the moonlight. Without a second thought, Nel dove into the fountain, pulling the woman to safety. As he laid her on the cold marble floor, he saw that she was unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Naked and unblemished, her eyes flickered open to reveal a strange, otherworldly glow. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and melodious. "I am Lilith, the last of my kind." Nel was taken aback by her beauty, her ethereal presence casting a spell over him. But as he looked closer, he saw that there was something not quite right about her. Her skin was cold to the touch, and her eyes seemed to hold a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine. Before Nel could react, Lilith leaned in close, her lips brushing against his. In that moment, he felt a surge of desire unlike anything he had ever experienced. But as quickly as it had come, the feeling faded, leaving him confused and bewildered. "I am a waxwork, a creation of art and magic," Lilith explained. "I was once part of a museum exhibit, brought to life by the darkness that now plagues this world. I am immortal to melting, but weak in the sunlight." Nel tried to make sense of her words, but the truth was too fantastical to comprehend. As he struggled to come to terms with what he had witnessed, a group of zombies appeared at the mall's entrance, drawn by the scent of flesh. Desperate to protect Lilith, Nel raised his shotgun, firing round after round at the approaching horde. But the zombies kept coming, their hungry moans growing louder with each passing moment. With no other options left, Nel grabbed Lilith's hand, pulling her into the shadows of the mall's corridors. There, they found temporary refuge, the darkness offering them a fleeting moment of respite. As they caught their breath, Nel looked into Lilith's eyes, seeing a mixture of fear and longing reflected back at him. Despite the chaos surrounding them, he felt drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. "We need to find a way out of here," Nel said, his voice firm and decisive. "I won't let them take you." Together, they ventured deeper into the mall, searching for a way to escape the zombies' relentless pursuit. But as they turned a corner, they came face to face with a terrifying sight. Standing before them was a horde of waxwork figures, their lifeless eyes fixed on Nel and Lilith. In their midst was a figure clad in dark robes, his face hidden behind a mask of twisted metal. "I am the curator of this museum, and I will not allow you to defile my creations," the figure intoned, his voice cold and menacing. Nel raised his shotgun, ready to defend himself and Lilith against this new threat. But before he could act, Lilith stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "I am not your creation, curator. I am my own being, and I will not be controlled by you," she declared, her voice ringing out with a power that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mall. With a wave of her hand, Lilith summoned a blaze of fire, engulfing the waxwork figures in a blazing inferno. The curator let out a cry of rage, his form melting away into nothingness as the flames consumed him. As the smoke cleared, Nel and Lilith stood alone in the scorched remains of the mall, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and relief. Though the threat had been vanquished, they knew that the night was far from over. "We need to find a way out of here," Nel said, his voice urgent. "There's no telling what other dangers may be lurking in the shadows." Together, they made their way to the mall's exit, the first light of dawn breaking over the horizon. As they stepped outside, the sunlight bathed Lilith in a warm glow, her immortal form shimmering in the morning light. For a moment, Nel thought he saw a flicker of sadness in Lilith's eyes, a longing for something he couldn't quite understand. But as quickly as it had come, the expression vanished, replaced by a stoic determination. "Thank you, Nel," Lilith said, her voice echoing with a sense of finality. "You have shown me that there is still hope in this dark world. I will never forget the kindness you have shown me." With a final glance, Lilith turned and walked away, her figure fading into the distance as she disappeared from view. And though Nel knew that their paths may never cross again, he felt a sense of peace and fulfillment knowing that he had helped a soul in need. As he watched the sun rise over the horizon, Nel knew that he had faced the horrors of the zombie apocalypse and emerged stronger for it. And though the world may be a dark and dangerous place, he would always carry with him the memory of the immortal waxwork who had shown him that even in the darkest of times, there is still light to be found.