Suddenly Dan breaks from his sleep..
Dan: no, No, NO! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!
Dan's scream echoed through the abounded house he found himself during exploring. Dan was an elder of the now called wasteland of the Uk.
Dan slowly got his hoodie on and swinged on his stash that held his double-barreled shotgun and slowly began to make his way through the dark house, Dan learned how
to wake himself up at the crack of dawn before any of them ' things' roam to the streets.
As he got to the front door he saw a feral zombies ' their deaf but agile bastards ' Dan thought to himself. He chuckled to himself before shooting the rotten Zombie
right there and then.
After a morning like this Dan knew it world be both an exciting day and evening, while reloading ol'bessie dan walked down the sad and empty street of Warden hill in
Hope of more survivors...
( This is just the prologue for my upcoming story )