The world ended thirty years ago. Now everything that's left is a few survivors and a massive amount of Crimson Gluttons, but we know them with another name: zombies.
Mason is one of the survivors, and he has something that can end the end once and...
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My feet crunched through the thick snow as I shivered from the cold that the gray clouds set over the world. I was using more protection, but it was still freezing, but I wasn't complaining. The Gluttons were less active in the cold, and even migrated to warmer areas, so even if it was cold, it was also safe.
But it was still cold, and the fact that I didn't have any fur protection at all didn't help my situation. I needed to find shelter quickly, I could feel that there was a blizzard coming and I would not want to be here to see it.
Stepping away from my last base, an old barn, I started walking again on the cold wastelands that once were land filled with farmers. I readied my bow and walked away, not being able to see anything but white in front of me. It was unusual for a thirteen-year-old boy to be alone in the middle of the road in winter, but my life wasn't the greatest, so this wasn't so bad.
My feet had already adapted themselves for long walks. The crust they had was hard enough to make wood sounds, and the extra protection was very useful if I didn't have shoes, which was very common to happen. After three years of roaming around deserted areas, I had become pretty tough.
But it was still pretty cold, and I needed a warm place to stay before I froze to death. Thanks to that damn barn I woke up with three inches of snow around me, making the situation even worse. I just wished that the universe went a little easier on me.
While I walked towards any civilization I could find, a blizzard started to fall, and I made a mental note to never ask anything to the universe anymore. My visibility went down, I couldn't see anything a foot in front of me, so I had to rely on my hearing, which was also obstructed by the loud winds.
I didn't know exactly where I was, but there must've been something near because I heard voices in front of me. Afraid and anxious, I looked around, looking for anything to hide behind, but I found nothing, so I just dug a hole in the snow outside of the road and covered myself with the frozen water.
If I was cold before, now I could be dying of hypothermia. I had to force myself to stay still or else they'd find me. I waited minutes, already feeling the frostbite symptoms, but I waited. I was covered with clothes, so my skin was safe. The problem is my body, but as soon as I found shelter, everything would be okay.
After the voices were gone, I jumped out of the snow and started moving my body, trying to generate heat, but it wasn't working that well, so I just decided to run in a random direction. It would be the perfect exercise and would take me to a better place than in the middle of the road where anyone could kill me.
For miles and miles, I found nothing. At that point, my lungs were burning. My skin was falling apart and I couldn't even feel my paws anymore. I started praying to find anything. Anything at all. I didn't fight that much to die for the fucking weather.
And, at that moment, I made another mental note: "Sometimes, asking for the universe's help isn't that bad".
A gated community could be seen on the horizon, through the thick layers of snow falling from the sky in front of me. Behind the wall, I could sense there were hundreds of houses, all warm and cozy, waiting for me to enjoy their comfort. All the cells in my brain rushed towards the thought of warmth.
