Project Zomboid: Mitch's Last Design

The Carpenter

"The smell of bacon, eggs, and toasted bread in the morning; the quietness of the neighborhood; My dream life."

Mitch hated the city life. The noise, the people, even his own family. There is no excitement, and all you need is a job to get money to live.

He traveled across the country to find this excitement, with no money. He never even needed help with food or transportation; he could handle himself. All he got was his Mossberg shotgun and a portable tape player. He called his portable tape player "True Music," and he only got one tape: Touch by Touch by Joy.

Being a fifty-year-old with no wife and just his survival skills and wood-chopping muscles, he survived with his True Music.

"Weather's been wild lately; I have to get home quick." Having sweat all over his face dripping down on his long white beard, he slowly walked towards a tree stump that he had cut a few days ago. He slowly sat down and carefully put his axe beside him. He took off his beanie and maroon checkered long-sleeve polo and sighed in relief and comfort. "Sorry, trees, but I need you these days."

In the distance from where he came, his cabin can be clearly seen as he chopped down a lot of trees near his house. As he opened the door, Mitch hanged his beanie hat on his couch, and his axe carefully placed above his fireplace. He made his way to his kitchen and made himself a cup of tea and went back to the living room and sat on his rocking chair. "I wonder what the outside world looks like." Wondering in his chair, as he finishes his cup of tea, he then falls asleep.

He dreams of his family, the one thing he hates the most. He saw a child running around the front yard with 2 other kids playing tag or some sort. One was wearing a striped tee and was wearing glasses, the other one seemed like.. a shadow.

Thud!!

A sound woke him from a dream.  Sounded like a heavy thing pounded the front door. "Damn it, how am I supposed to rest with a bear or a wolf on my porch..." He slowly got up from his chair and grabbed his Remington Shotgun beside him and carefully looked through the window near the door to see what it was.

He sees the back of a man, from his perspective, the man's head is resting on the door, hearing faint growls from him.

"Solicitor? Anyway.. how did this guy find my place out here in the middle of nowhere..?"

He approached the door, twitching his shotgun on his free hand to threaten the man to leave when he opens the door.

As he was just turning the knob, the man jumped at him with a foul smell.

"WHAT THE?!"

They fell on the floor, and the man pinned him down while he tried to... Bite him? Holding his shotgun against the man, preventing him from getting closer to his face. Saliva runs down, makes his disgust face, and shoves him out of him. The stranger then fell on the floor, trying to get up, but he pierced the barrel on the man's face, used it to get up, and proceeded to fire a round.

The sound resonated through the forest, and birds flew, deer running about, and so did the wild boars.

Panting from exhaustion from the encounter, he rested a little and then assessed the situation. What happened to the man attacking him? He has a foul smell and looks... dead. He saw a newspaper on the man's jacket, grabbed it, and put it on his belt. He then dragged the body out of his house and into a nearby cliff; he threw him out.

As he is walking back to his cabin, three more are walking towards his home. Mitch, out of instinct, hid behind a tree. He hears them groaning, making random noises, and banging on his door and windows. 

"What the hell is happening?"

Pulling out the newspaper.. he clearly saw the Headline, in all bolded letters.

"THE KNOX COUNTY IS DOOMED FROM THE KNOX VIRUS"