Defense with the BoomStick
(Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally it was a post of news and tips to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now it has became a story of my fight after being bitten and partially cured to walk as a half-zombie among them.)
The past few days has me wondering why bother to keep going on? It seems no matter what I do or where I go I'm always being hunted, always fighting for survival. A continuous drain on the body and mind--a feeling I'm sure is shared by survivors all over the world trying to stay one step ahead of that zombie lurking around the next corner ready to bite them and end it all.
Over the past three years there have been difficult times and hairy situations that I didn’t think I would get through, with these last few weeks being some of the worst.
Ever since being partially turned into a zombie and creating a cure that kept full zombification at bay, I have accomplished many things, but have had setbacks as well. Being laid up in this ranger station over these weeks has been the worst of it, not knowing if those bandits or radioactive zombies are going to finally catch up with me as I try and heal.
A few days back I heard some noise down below of someone coming up the stairs and thought it might be the end of me, but I lucked out as was just a lone survivor looking for a safe place to shelter up. I was damn fortunate he didn’t shoot first, ask question later as I wasn’t looking the best and the fact that I was talking to him I think stopped him from killing me thinking I was a full blown zombie.
The guy is helpful though, taking a bit of pity on me and helping me out instead of shooting me and taking my gear for himself. I wouldn’t hold that against him if he did decide to do that as it is a messed up world we live in, but he proves there are still other decent survivors out there willing to help.
With Sam’s help I should hopefully be up on my feet a lot sooner than I would have doing this on my own. I've been stopped in one place for too long and with so many enemies out to end me I need to get back on my task at hand. I'm beginning to realize there's probably not gonna be a way for me to be fully cured as by now body is in a state that will never be fully healed and alive again.
I just hope I can do some good before my end occurs and devise a way to prevent infection in the survivors that are left fighting. Not sure if Sam plans on sticking around after I leave or head off with me as that's a decision for him, but these good deeds should be news for all to hear knowing that you can still find a friend to help when you need it most. Need to rest. Keep surviving.
The past few days has me wondering why bother to keep going on? It seems no matter what I do or where I go I'm always being hunted, always fighting for survival. A continuous drain on the body and mind--a feeling I'm sure is shared by survivors all over the world trying to stay one step ahead of that zombie lurking around the next corner ready to bite them and end it all.
Over the past three years there have been difficult times and hairy situations that I didn’t think I would get through, with these last few weeks being some of the worst.
Ever since being partially turned into a zombie and creating a cure that kept full zombification at bay, I have accomplished many things, but have had setbacks as well. Being laid up in this ranger station over these weeks has been the worst of it, not knowing if those bandits or radioactive zombies are going to finally catch up with me as I try and heal.
A few days back I heard some noise down below of someone coming up the stairs and thought it might be the end of me, but I lucked out as was just a lone survivor looking for a safe place to shelter up. I was damn fortunate he didn’t shoot first, ask question later as I wasn’t looking the best and the fact that I was talking to him I think stopped him from killing me thinking I was a full blown zombie.
The guy is helpful though, taking a bit of pity on me and helping me out instead of shooting me and taking my gear for himself. I wouldn’t hold that against him if he did decide to do that as it is a messed up world we live in, but he proves there are still other decent survivors out there willing to help.
With Sam’s help I should hopefully be up on my feet a lot sooner than I would have doing this on my own. I've been stopped in one place for too long and with so many enemies out to end me I need to get back on my task at hand. I'm beginning to realize there's probably not gonna be a way for me to be fully cured as by now body is in a state that will never be fully healed and alive again.
I just hope I can do some good before my end occurs and devise a way to prevent infection in the survivors that are left fighting. Not sure if Sam plans on sticking around after I leave or head off with me as that's a decision for him, but these good deeds should be news for all to hear knowing that you can still find a friend to help when you need it most. Need to rest. Keep surviving.
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