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Alone. In a land where few roam. Murder and bloodshed are yesterday. Although the ache of bullet wounds gives me caution as I move about these woods. Sheer rocks jut out of the earth. I wander past relics of a world no longer fathomable.
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Towns are deserted. Neither man nor shamblers. In a barn I drop a flare, bringing light in the dead of night. A tire! But I cannot sacrifice supplies for this pipe dream. The flare extinguished, my exploration continues. Hoping to meet up with BS, liquid and static. Almost free of this town. Until I hear the wailing. Two shamblers are upon me. Upon me before I can draw my pistol to their head. I fire almost blindly. Down to one clip, reloading. Two more bearers of death find me. I run, clip still in my hand, lucky that it does not fall. I run. Eight rounds. A rifle slung over my shoulder that would beckon all the dead. I avoid my haven of the woods, lest I hit a tree in this darkness and the dead descend upon me. To the open field. Decisions. I turn. Firing I take down one. The other strikes me. I end it's walking reign of horror. Bandaged, consumed most of my food.
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BS, liquid and static find me. Novy our immediate goal, hope for water.
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Caution righteously reigns. At gunfire, we stop. No movement save for bunnies. I resume my role from the night before, covering with my rifle. They make the trek into Novy. Flares light the hillside. Oatmeal joins. Then shouts go out. Another group has pinned them in the church. After greetings are exchanged, the situation is diffused. We, five strong now. Shots ring out. We dig in once more. We run among trees. Watch for stalkers. Conceal our movement. Headed south. Few walkers in sight. Another night closes in the wilderness.
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Believe in Survival:
Part 1: Last Night's Adventures
Part 2: Adventuring
Part 3: Rainy Night, Deaths Galore
Part 4: Blood feuds
Part 5: Stalkers
This post is truly deserving of the numer 4000.