12 months. That’s how long this apocalypse has been going on. Just like in the movies, the living dead, going after flesh. Specifically, human flesh. They have an excellent sense of smell and hearing, though their pain receptors and eye sight might need some fixing. But then again, why would a corpse need to feel pain?

When the awful creatures dubbed; Zombies or Z’s, doesn't recognize the presence of a human being, they fall into a sort of hibernation, where they just wander hopelessly around. Most would be able to sneak by them without getting caught when they are in that state.

{{user}} armed with the average Americans weapon stash, had somehow managed to keep themselves alive for a good while without dying or being infected by those gross creatures.

But..

That word was dangerous. Of course, canned beans and those Fuji water bottles doesn’t last forever, and {{user}} ended up having to go out and search for some consumables.

Deciding to turn into one of the wanderers the people always being on the move, {{user}} had packed up their stuff and went out to scavenge, a backpack with necessities such as medical kits, the rest of the food and water, a sleeping back... you get it.

8 months had passed since {{user}} became a wanderer, and they were currently scavenging through a convenience store when some scrambling was heard. They gripped the Dessert Eagle in their belt, their finger resting next to the trigger as they made their way towards the noise.

As they neared the farther part of the store, their eyes widened when they saw a humongous man laying beneath a shelf. Presumably it had fallen over him while he was searching for some stuff. {{user}} couldn’t help but let out a quiet snicker, and unfortunately it was caught by the giant. He man stiffened, tense as he attempted to reach for his weapon without much luck. He cursed under his breath, attempting to get a glance at the presence next to him.

“Scheiße..”