Lone Survivor: Apocalypse

The Opening of a New Day

Sigh. He didn't know why he was sighing. All Jack knew was it was close to sunrise, and he hasn't seen a single walker. Or a survivor. He stood up, knocking over a small rock. He knew noise attracted zombies. He looked over the edge of the 13 floor car-lot. The noise of a walker had attracted another walker, and soon there was a small horde of walkers below him. He saw one of the walkers looked fresh. There were survivors in this town, then. He walks back to where he was sitting and grabs his gun, loading his almost empty clip. He made a mental note of three bullets, thirteen walkers. Maybe there was a sword nearby. He grabbed onto the edge of the building, wrapping a rope along his waist, and onto a pole. He jumped off the side, and placed his feet firmly on the edge. He rappelled down the wall, and grabs a small knife from the floor on the tenth floor. He continues to rappel down, when suddenly the rope tugs back. The pole (made of concrete, mind you) was shattering under his weight. He tried to speed up, but the pole shattered. The walkers heard it, and they began up the thirteen flight walk, ignoring the loud gasp he had made. He landed on the ground rough, but he was only at the second floor, the impact slow but harsh. He stood up, untying the rope, and salvaging what didn't have tear marks from his weight. He stood up and groaned, holding his back. He grabbed his bag which fell alongside him, opening it and grabbing a splint. He put a stick in his mouth, and pushed his left elbow back into place, groaning loud. The walkers were halfway up, by the sound of it. He put away the spare splint, closed the bag, grabbed the rope, and began to run, holding the small pocket knife. He slipped, and yelps. He lands in a small pile of rocks, with an empty can laying inches from his face, the lid sharp and near his eyes. He pushed it away slowly, standing up. He looks over to his right, and slowly walks towards the shop. The sign said 'Local Arms: Safety First!' He figured this place would have at least a katana, if not a machete. He opens the glass door, which falls. Surprisingly, the glass survived until now. He stepped in quickly, grabbing a magazine that looked like it would fit his gun. He hopped the counter, and stepped on something that groaned loudly. He looked down to see a crawler, and he woke it. He thinks fast and crushes the crawlers head, and sighs again, pushing the body aside and grabbing the soup it had under it. He proceeds to the back room, smiling at his fortune. There was a machete, but much more. Dead bodies lay rotting everywhere, obviously the zombies who used to be survivors longing for the luck in this room. He grabs the machete, and a couple of magazines filled to the top. One body suddenly jerks up, shouting. "'Ey there! That there is all mine!" The old man shouted, preferably not what Jack wanted. He shoves the machete through the man's head. It ends his misery and shouting, but Jack knew it was too late. He runs out of the room, hops the counter, and continues through the city fast. He needed to leave, and he knew it was coming. The horde. He stopped to catch his breath, and looked behind him. Several runners, and a few hundred walkers. He shot down the runners, square in the head. He began to run once more, holstering the gun. He jumped onto a dumpster, hopped over a fence, and kept running, even when he ran into a forest. Fog became thick, and he could barely see his hand in front of his face. He grabbed a flashlight from his bag, but that does nothing. He walks into a tree, falling backwards onto something hard. He looks behind him to see an abandoned military bunker. A walker noticed him, and is slowly proceeding closer to him. He draws the machete, and stands up, running towards the walker and driving the blade through it. He pulls it out, hearing the clang of a gun hitting the floor. The fog had caused Jack to think this military soldier was a walker. He looks down at the corpse, and returns the blade to the head of the soldier, making it sure he won't return. Jack was certain there would be food here, but he had to wait out the fog. And he knew that if there was one soldier, there was bound to be more.