The sun rises from the horizon of the vast sea. The wind blowing the chimes and only the waves can be heard making noise. But then a corpse rose up from the asphalt where it was laying down. It looks like a man and he doesn't just look horrible, also the way he walks.
This zombie looked ahead and immediately got his head bashed by a sledgehammer from a survivor. This survivor looks rugged and a mess. Sleep deprived eyes and tan skin tone with clothes stained with blood and dirt that got dried. The sledgehammer he weilds looks so worn off already and has been probably used for months. "I need a new weapon soon.." the man muttered to himself while walking down the road, inspecting his weapon before looking infront, searching for any establishment he could find and hope to acquire what he needed.
His surroundings got eeriely quiet so he became more cautious not for the dead, but the living. He carefully navigate the streets and alleys, avoiding wide open spaces. His footsteps aren't perfectly quiet but it's light enough to emit less noise compared to when he walk normally.
He peeked from the alleyways when he reached a street, looking around to check for anything unusual before walking out of cover and proceed with his journey to scavenge for supplies. It was almost noon when he finally found a small hardware store. He looked around and check the perimeter first before peeking through the window to look if it's already cleaned or not. It unfortunately, it looks like it's been cleaned but he didn't leave and even barged in to check thoroughly.
The small hardware store was a mess like any other store, corpses and trash was everywhere but this didn't bother him and just kept searching for leftover supplies. He was looting the place quietly when suddenly, a thud caught his attention.
(To be continued...)
This zombie looked ahead and immediately got his head bashed by a sledgehammer from a survivor. This survivor looks rugged and a mess. Sleep deprived eyes and tan skin tone with clothes stained with blood and dirt that got dried. The sledgehammer he weilds looks so worn off already and has been probably used for months. "I need a new weapon soon.." the man muttered to himself while walking down the road, inspecting his weapon before looking infront, searching for any establishment he could find and hope to acquire what he needed.
His surroundings got eeriely quiet so he became more cautious not for the dead, but the living. He carefully navigate the streets and alleys, avoiding wide open spaces. His footsteps aren't perfectly quiet but it's light enough to emit less noise compared to when he walk normally.
He peeked from the alleyways when he reached a street, looking around to check for anything unusual before walking out of cover and proceed with his journey to scavenge for supplies. It was almost noon when he finally found a small hardware store. He looked around and check the perimeter first before peeking through the window to look if it's already cleaned or not. It unfortunately, it looks like it's been cleaned but he didn't leave and even barged in to check thoroughly.
The small hardware store was a mess like any other store, corpses and trash was everywhere but this didn't bother him and just kept searching for leftover supplies. He was looting the place quietly when suddenly, a thud caught his attention.
(To be continued...)
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