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...
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A series of gun fire emits a loud noise in the area as the unfriendly survivors hurry in their escape. Joe is left alone, kneeling down from his injury.
"Damned bastards." He muttered in agony.
The undead horde amassed as he waits in turmoil. He does nothing but wait.
"You damned assholes.."
Strong winds start to blow through the vicinity. Litters of trash were thrown overhead, spinning aimlessly in the wind gust. Something strange happens to Joe...
Joe starts to get up, still clutching his stomach wounds. He wipes off the blood from his face and prepares to fight the undead.
"Fucking idiots!"
As if the heavens had performed a miracle, Joe regains his composure and grapples the first undead. He breaks its neck and sweeps through the advancing mob, taking down a trio with ease. The rest of the mob continued advancing, as if they had no intelligence.
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Joe ends up in a bloodbath, kneeling down with his heads facing upwards. He laughs uncontrollably as he finishes eating a piece of human foot.
"God left me unfinished."
Two days have passed. Joe sits awkwardly in a ruined balcony.
"How many days was it...." He mumbles.
"23?...24?.."
"God, why have you forsaken me?"He added.
A chilling breeze makes him shiver. He hasn't eaten any food lately.
"Rotten meat's disgusting..." He hungrily groaned.
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He stares from afar, sniffing the bland air. He finds no will to get up and remains laying down in the cold slumber.
A chain of explosive gunshots echo through out the ruined street.
"What the fuck?!" An alerted Joe curses.
It seems a group of raiders have come to lay waste to the crowded street. Left among the horde were pieces of the walking corpses laying everywhere, wasted by the huge guns brought by the unfamiliar group. Joe, alerted and scared of the arsenal of the strangers, quickly got up to run and find a hiding place. But his limp leg caused him to stumble as he was going down, hitting a garbage can. This alerted the armed men, who later assume the hunt and gave chase on Joe.
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Joe ran as fast as he could, but his wounds stopped him from reaching safety. One of the armed men shot Joe's right leg, causing Joe to fall down and remain lying on the ground.
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They approach Joe cautiously, with their guns aimed and ready to fire anytime.
"Please, spare me." Joe pleaded.
One of the advancing men ordered the group to a halt.
"This guy's got to be kidding me!" The man exclaimed.
"Ey, ain't he one of those freaks?" One of the men asked.
"No one touches him. He's immune to the plague." The leader ordered.
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Joe awoke in a dark place, his hands chained up and mouth gagged. He notices four men in the room, who later notices him after he groans in hunger.
"The freak's awake."
One of the men removes Joe's gag, who later offers him food. Joe reluctantly accepts it.
"What do you want with me?" He asked.
"We got nothin' to do with ya. It's Paulo you should be asking." One of the men answered.
"Paulo?" Joe muttered.
A burly man slowly comes out of the dark room and reveals himself. A very large human, it boasts a height no man has ever achieved. Tall, dark, and horrendous, the man's reddish eyes glistened as he stared Joe from a distance. His ever-growing smile terrifies the very soul of the captive.
"How long has it been, Kaffe?" The man asked.
"W-who the fuck are you?" Joe asked in a trembling voice.
"It is I, Paulo." The man answered.
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