The Beginning Of The End

All Grown Up

( this part of the story takes place 10 years later than the beginning )

It was a nice day, I was walking to a near village to look for some contracts. I had become a bounty hunter, I hunt down groups of Zs or criminals for money. It pays pretty well. So as I am walking up to the main doors of the village I see an frail old lady standing there with a piece of paper in her hands. " Ah, wipeout was it? I have another contract for you " the lady said. I had gotten the name wipeout, they call me that because I am known for wiping out entire groups of Zs. So I reply " why thank you mamm, what do you need done?" " well, a horde has just been spotted by the bridge, it is blocking mail carriers from crossing and giving us our mail, but be careful. This is no little horde, this is a big one. A really big one." " Thanks the warning mamm, il be fine. I am wipeout after all!" So I start making my way for the bridge. I never really cross it. It is full of Zs on the other side and I would never even think about goin over there alone. Maybe if I had a partner... Hours pass and I finally see the bridge. And there it was, a horde. A big horde. I advance, I know I can take them, I hope. So I rush in, fists blazing. Knocking back groups of 3 or 4 at a time being hit by flying Zs I just hit. I kick, and punch and do whatever I can and I haven't even made a dent in the horde. I feel one grab my right leg, then another grab the left. I couldn't stop fighting other ones or else I would get stormed. I try to walk with the Zs on my leg but I can't and I trip and fall. They are all on top of me and I feel I am about to die. I suddenly feel a big gust of wind and the all the Zs are dead...