Deadline

Chapter 00

"Walking...

How long have I been walking?

24 hours straight, at the least.

My feet are probably blistered.

Probably bleeding.

But my feet went numb weeks ago.

Weeks? It had been weeks, right?

Not an entire month yet...

...No, I don't think so.

The days, the weeks, the months, the years...

They don't matter.

I've been out here far too long.

Out in this... This endless desert they've created.

They?

No... We brought this upon ourselves.

The only one truely at fault is the human condition.

Human...

The last humans I saw were in a caravan that passed through about an hour ago.

They stopped to rest very close to me, so I had a chance to observe them.

Walking skeletons. Zombies.

Not humans, they couldn't be.

they had run out of food awhile ago, that's certain, but one had been hoarding beef jerky in his tent.

I stole it.

He would have been killed if they found out, and he's a dead man anyway.

That's what he gets.

You can't trust anyone.

Backstabbers.

Traitors.

"Friends".

I've been alone and I've stayed alive.

And I don't intend on dying until I can't survive any longer.