I don't recall how I got here. By Prigo. Does this disease that has raised the dead also raise the sleeping?
Journeying across fields to Nix and indigo. Told to avoid a fool with flares. I saw the damage wrought with flashlights, how could anyone run about wi........................
I find my way along powerlines, ever comforting, to Nix and indigo. We climb mountains. I get lost on a mountain top, a clearing. Laying in wait for my companions. They spot another. Nix, knowing my face, knows this stranger is not I. But the survivor continues on, hardly phased by them. Perhaps relieved not to simply be shot for being alive and not I.
Mob and liquid are met north of the dam. G. Newell stalks us once again. But no taunts this night. Staroye is cleared. My pistols finds its mark again and again, but no shamblers are ended by it.
Daylight comes. Nix has wandered off. To Gorka, to the north we head. This land so tempting.
We begin to clear the edge of the town of the dead. I walk towards Mob. Then all I see is forest. I recognize this place. The Black Forest. Have I dreamt these travels? Has this disease begun to take hold? I head north, back to Gorka. Walking death stands between the group and I. Circling the town. Mob leading me back. Water refilled. We return more of the dead to their graves. Ready to continue our journey north. A shed, cleared. The dead approach, but are easily dispatched. I step. But to the ground I fall. Everything grey. Unable to process whether I stupidly found myself in front of a weapon, or whether the dead have ended me, or if some shed door struck out and took my heart. Only time to tell the others to take my rifle, rarely used. Darkness falls this morning.
Near an airstrip. Wandering the coast. No hope here. Why ought there be. No man in sight. Only death and the jarring movements of the risen. My hands are not steady. Bullets fly as I liberate a gas station from death. And oh shit I am rewarded for it.
Back to the airstrip I must go! Salvation? Liberation from traveling these death filled lands. Escape! Daring, I run down the airstrip. Hangars! Hope!
Emptiness. Defeat. No helicopter to take me away. I stumble down the road. A field hospital. I dispatch its former attendants. Then my world stops. Not death. Not that I can comprehend. But my travels stopped. But alive.
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
Part 6: A Calm Night
Part 7: No calm here