‘’They won’t stop coming, It’s almost as if they are multiplying behind my back. I’m so tired of running away.” I knelt down and thought out loud, I need to get out of the swamp quick, I’ll get eaten alive. I noticed my arms were mutating faster, so I ran out of the swamp in search of civilisation.
I noticed some smoke rising in the distance. I trudged through the grassy swamp until I got to some smoky ruins. I could hear lifeless groans surrounding me… a big herd of zombies was slowly creeping up behind me.
I raced up to the town, but it was deserted. Windows were smashed, cars were burning in the middle of the road. Destruction was spreading like a bloody wine stain on a clean tablecloth.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a cracked window and realised in horror that my eyes were turning crimson! I felt a weak claw scratch my shoulder I turned my head and saw that a huge mob of angry undead was coming my way! ‘’Aahhh!’’
I sprinted away, but there were so many of them everywhere. I realised that I had run into a blind alley and I knew was no time to turn back, this might be the end. Pressing my hands up against the back wall, I felt an assemblage of steam pipes bolted to the wall and realised there was still hope.
I grabbed a steam pipe and tried to rip it of the wall, but it wouldn’t budge. I placed my foot on the wall and pulled as hard as I could. I felt the bolts loosen, the zombies were getting closer and closer. I tore at the pipe and it finally extracted itself from the wall. I turned to the undead and started to clout them down to the ground! I escaped from the dead end with a smack of my pipe and, with the words ‘’Not safe here,’’ in mind, I abandoned the town.
I roamed for hours until I came upon an expanse of tundra. The dry sandy air blew into my eyes and blinded me. I lost balance and passed out….
Suddenly I woke up and saw a blurry silhouette of a z…z…zombie? My eyes adjusted to the light. No, it wasn’t a zombie, it was a guy.
“Hey, hey wake up. Are you alright?’’ whispered the mysterious guy.
“Yeah I guess…’’ I looked past his face and saw four other people.
The mysterious guy started talking again. ‘’You managed to make it to our refuge alive! You are now a part of the Warriors of Apocalypse Gang. What’s your name’’
‘’Marzia,’’ I answer.
‘’Great! My name is Felix and this is Marcus. I have something to fix your arms, but anyways welcome to the gang.”