3 years. 3 years since that day. The day I can barely remember. 3 years since all hell broke loose. Nobody can really remember that day. I go through everything I do remember in my head. Its been 3 years. I dont know my name, I think it started with a T, I dont know my age, I have shaggy dirty blond hair, I have dark blue eyes, I have a mistfits skull hoodie and black, torn up pants. and combat boots. Ok, now, where am I. I pull out my map and try to retrace my steps. I think Im in Pheonix, Arizona. As I look up at the sky, I see the sun setting. I need to find a place to lay my head for the night. As I walk along into the city. I run into a couple of deaders. I think about reaching for the handgun I got off a cop a couple days ago, but no. To much noise. Also need to save bullets. I put up my face mask, so I dont get anything in mouth or nose, and grab my baseball bat. As I approach, one sees me. *Crack* goes the bat off of the deaders rotting skull. I look down. The deaders skull is cracked in half, the cold, black, rotting blood running down its face. One more for good measure. *Squish*. The other one sees me now. I swing for its head, and with a swift *Crack* of its skull shattering, its down too.
As I travel farther into the city, I see less and less of them. No surprise. They go dormant at night. I finally find a hotel thats not boarded up. I make my way inside. Plenty of blood, no bodies. I have my combat knife ready as I open the door of the staircase. Nothing. When I get to the first floor, I open the door to the first room. Nothing. I walk into the room carefully, then, *Crack* my vision goes black...
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Still Alive
ParanormalIt has been 3 years since the apocolypse. T has forgoten everything he knows. His house, his family, his age, even his own name. He has survived 3 years by following 1 simple rule, DONT TRUST ANYONE. Until one day, he finds a group of survivors. His...
