I walk along the beach, my smell blending in with those horrid creatures.
I slide past a group of zombies standing outside my hut, moving slowly to avoid making to much noise. I carefully slip the key in its keyhole, twisti it, and slip inside, quietly closing the door behind me. I let out a heavy sigh, defeat hitting me like a truck.
grrrg
my stomach growls again, a reminder of my hunger.
I drop my knife and bow on the floor. frustration rising as I realize that I've lost my fishing rod in the ocean.
My throat is dry, and my head pounds from exhaustion. I lock the door, setting the key on the wooden desk before switching the lights back off.
It's better to rest now. I'll search for food and water in the morning.
Lying on my bed, I cant help but wonder: what'll happen to those mindless monsters outside when the sun rises? They seem to spawn at night, but would they just disappear in the morning?
The thought of it makes my head throb. I can't think right now. I need sleep.
...
Bang... bang,bang
I wake up in a cold sweat, my breath ragged and heavy
These nightmares are becoming a problem. The worst part is, I can never remember what they were about once I wake up. It's infuriating.
Why are these nightmares becoming so frequent? Back at the estate, I'd rarely ever get nightmares. Maybe being surrounded by so much death is making me go crazy. I can still picture the faces of the first two men I helped kill. I don't think I can ever forget them...
Bang, bang, bang.
The noise brings me back into reality. What was that? I jump out of bed, grabbing my bow and my knife. Peering out the window, I find that it's still dark. It seems like only a few hours have actually passed.
I look down at the shore. The zombies are congregating, all moving toward the jungle. It seems like they have found some prey.
I run out of the small hut, slamming the door behind me as I sprint towards the woods. There were other people nearby!
I rush past the many slow-moving zombies, running towards the noise. Their disgusting scent and blood still lingers on me from a few hours ago, allowing me to navigate through the horde with relative ease.
If I was lucky, these people might have some food or water. Then a sudden realization hit me. Would they want to share?
Bang.
A flash of light cuts through the darkness of the night, followed by a sharp pop. The zombie in front of me collapses, its brains splattered across the grass
"Holy shit!" I hiss, ducking behind a nearby tree.
Bang, bang, bang.
More zombies drop, but the swarm is just never ending. Whoever these people are, they seem to be using those antique blasters, what did they call them? Guns?
I peek around the tree again, attempting to spot there location.
Bang.
A streak of light zips past my face, missing it by mere inches. My heart pounds as I jerk back behind the tree.
I almost just died.
Bang, Bang.
two more shots ring out, hitting the tree and sending wood, bark, and dirt flying into the air.
Then the shooting stops.
Were they out of bullets? Were they reloading? I had no clue, but I needed to move.
I run from behind the tree towards where the bullets are flying from. I shift from tree to tree, attempting to not get spotted.
Bang, bang.
More bullets ring out, yet I dont know where they hit. I reach a dense part of the forest, a great place to hide. I look around, trying to spot someone, or something.
Looking up, I spot a tree house like structure above.
"Hey! let me up!" I scream, trying to get their attention.
"Who are you?" a female voice asks, her voice full of concern and caution.
I look back behind me. The zombies are closing in. Luckily, I don't think they know how to climb...
"Im a fellow prisoner!" I tell them, desperate to get up. Sure, the zombies wouldnt attack me, but I also really needed food. If these guys have guns, they probably have food.
"Why weren't those infected attacking you?" A new male voice asks.
"Ill tell you, but we need to make a trade! Let me up!" I scream, annoyed by their questions.
Apart from the groaning of nearby zombies, everything went silent. For a moment, I thought they were going to ignore me.
Then suddenly, a rope ladder falls down from the tree house and a girl with bright bright orange hair and cute freckles peeks her head out from above.
"Climb up. Quickly!"
I follow her instructions, climbing onto the long rope ladder.
There's no way they made this place, how did they find it?
I release a grunt as I pull myself onto the tree house's wooden floor.
The place was quite large. The tree house seemed to be connected to multiple tree's making it feel like a mansion compared to my small, and humble hut on the beach.
It had many rooms, polished floors, nice wooden walls, many windows, and also little balconies from which I assume they were sniping from.
There small group seemed to consist of about four people.
There was the orange haired girl from earlier, a well built teenager, maybe about my age, an older man with a large beard and big mustache, along with another lady with brown hair and enchanting emerald eyes.