Left alone, wandering in the ruins of Meyer City, Joe Kaffe is forced to survive off the remains of what used to be a world center. Encountering the undead seems an impossible task, but there are more horrors lurking out in the wide, open streets of...
The night is closing in. A man by the name of Joe Kaffe sits by a corner in a cold alley as the horde of undead forms in front of him.
He was left alone, abandoned for having been bitten by one of the walking abominations created by the deadly plague that devastated much of the world.
He was torn, broken and losing hope as the undead advances towards him. His only weapon, a pistol with an empty magazine, remains clutched in his right hand.
His breathing goes awry as one of the dead dashes toward him with great speed. A surge of emotions swell up within him as he unwillingly accepts his demise.
He closes his eyes.
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His breathing worsens as the undead swarms ever closer to his frail body. His fingers pull the gun's trigger despite knowing he has ran out of bullets.
"I-I'll kill you all." He cursed.
He falls down.
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"Is it over?" He asked himself.
Joe wakes up only to discover that he has survived the harsh ordeal, but he is too hungry to think about where the undead went. He tries to get up on his feet, his knees shaking as his stomach continues to growl in hunger.
He notices an unfamiliar but pleasing aroma, luring him out of the alley. He walks ever slowly towards the empty street.
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He encounters a decaying corpse.
"This can't be."
Joe could not stop the urge to eat the cadaver. Despite the rotting smell, he starts to eat the body.
He starts to feel good, but realizing that he has eaten rotten flesh from a decaying body, he immediately throws up and vomit.
He notices his wounds were healed, and only dried blood stains remained in where the wounds were.
He falls into confusion.
He unwraps the bandages around his arms, discarding them away on the ground. He walks away, still confused.
"If I am not an infected, where did my wounds go? He asked.
In frustration, he bit off his skin from his arm, immediately bleeding up from his self-inflicted wound. In a matter of seconds the skin began to slowly heal.
"W-what's going on?!" He exclaimed in confusion.
He later on saw a glimpse of his torn skin on the ground, slowly shriveling up as it tried to climb his leg. It was alive.
"What the fuck is this?!" He screamed.
A small horde of undead heard his screams, quickly running over to where he was located. Surrounded by an incoming mob of undead, he quickly ran away, with an unclear destination in his mind.
He managed to escape the chasing undead and made refuge atop a two-storey building. He watched as the mad mob aimlessly walked, desperately looking for him. He sighs in relief.
From a distance, he saw a pillar of smoke arise.
"It must be them."
Joe started going down by the building, carefully making silent steps in order not to gain attention from the ongoing mob. He pulls out his gun, only to remember that it had no bullets.
He makes his way through the dense and narrow alleyways, looking for scraps. He finds an intact can of processed meat, and deliberately start eating it after opening it with a can opener.
"This is not enough, but it's better than eating a rotting corpse." He reasoned.
The pillar of smoke started getting weaker, prompting Joe to pick up his pace. He started running.
"This can't be. I must reach them or else!" He spoke in a worried tone.
Before Joe knew it, he was traversing the walls of the buildings in the alley. This allowed him to catch up to the group.
"We're leaving now, get your stuff packed up." The party leader ordered.
Joe watched silently in a distance, hiding near the dumpsters.
"Dad, look, there is a man hiding near the trash piles." A young girl pointed out.
Immediately the men of the group equipped their weapons, ranging from blunt baseball bats to semi-automatic pistols.
The men approached Joe's location cautiously, forcing Joe to come out with his arms raised. The men saw his bloody garments and retreated quickly.
"Y-you..stay the fuck away from us!" One of the men hollered.
Joe advanced slowly before kneeling down before the men.
"My name's Joe... Joe Kaffe." He claimed.
"Joe, or whatever the fuck it is, please, stay away from us!" The party leader exclaimed.
"I'm not one of them!" Joe complained.
One of the armed men shot Joe through the stomach. They began to run as the commotion alerted the undead.
