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I have rewritten this chapter in hopes of it becoming better. Knowing me, this may have been a mistake, but this is my only chance for today.
?'s Perspective, First-Person
Once again, I found myself with no food, no water, and no choice but to move on. My old hiding space in this rickety old barn had run dry. I had a good run here.. Lasted maybe a couple of weeks. But of course even that streak was now over. I collected my knife and handgun, preparing to move on to a new area. Before I headed out however, I decided to reload my Glock 17 in case anything stopped me from going. This gun got me through several tight spots lately, including a group of maybe 4 or 5 from about 10 feet. I loved this gun... It was like my only friend in this cruel world. I slid he almost empty magazine out from the handle and inserted a fresh one. My only fresh one. I guess I'd just have to try and hunt for more.
As I picked up the ladder that allowed my descent from the top floor, I heard a low groan from the world beneath me.
"Grruuuaagghhhh.."
Of course. I looked down through the cracked floorboards to spot a corpse standing below, in one spot. It looked like it wasn't going anywhere for a while, as it stood there, staring into the distance. I grabbed my blade, preparing for a quick assault. I slowly dropped the ladder rung by rung, as to not attract the beast before it was time.
"Gruaghhh.." It turned around slowly, but not in my direction. In fact, this may work to my advantage.. I made my way down the ladder, which I had finished unrolling. As I reached the bottom, I brought my knife slowly out of my pocket, ready to strike at a moments notice. The zombie was less than 15 feet.. 10 feet..
"Whoa!"
Leave it to me to trip over a rake. I managed to keep my footing, although I wasn't quiet. My yelp successfully alerted the zombie, causing it to flip around with a rotting grimace planted on its face. I took my signature stance when facing a zombie; full charge.
I ran towards the enemy with my knife held high; the zombie, however, simply began stumbling towards me, its arms raised in my direction. Its jaw fell down and from the depths of its vocal cords came a morbid tune.. The signature growl.
I began with a quick swing to the joint connecting its shoulder and arm. The flesh disconnected with a satisfying rip. The arm was useless now, hanging from the side of its body like a chandelier about to fall to its doom.
The zombie whiplashed, stumbling left, then right, then left again. It was almost on top of me, so I sidestepped out of its path-
*WHACK*
-only to smack right into the rake that started this whole thing to begin with. It plunged into my face, sending me backwards. The good news was, it sent me farther from the thing trying to kill me. The bad was, it sent me onto the ground with spots in my vision. I felt my head and touched something wet...blood. The damned rake split my head open.
I got up unsteadily to remove my trusty Glock. With my vision being so blurred, it was hard to aim.. The zombie was dancing around my vision so much it made me more dizzy than I already was. And the fact that it was already stumbling around so much from its arm didn't help AT ALL.
I shot a round and prayed I hit the damn thing before it got to me. The first missed, obviously, as I heard it smash through the wall. The next one hit its mark. The zombie stopped dancing and landed on the ground instantly. I sighed. It seemed like killing these things got more painful the more I did it.
I crossed over to a nearby bale of hay and sat down, holding my head as the adrenaline rush I had gotten faded into nothing. My head was throbbing so badly I still couldn't see straight even with the spots gone. But I couldn't stay here. I got up, kicking the rake out of my way, and proceeded towards the exit.
After a few hours, I still had no idea where I was. The fog that hung through the air like ice was almost solid, it seemed.. I couldn't see more than a foot in front of me. Along the way, I had encountered only 1 more of those mutants while I traversed, and it was gone in less than a few seconds thanks to my hunting knife. A quick swipe to the back of the head usually did it.
I sat down in a nearby bench, somehow sturdy enough to hold me. After walking that long, I needed a break. I took out my gun again just in case anything tried to make quick work of me. I felt my head where the rake made impact. There was no more bleeding, but there was still an ugly gash. Perfect, another battle wound. But it didn't matter.
My stomach growled after a few minutes. My body violently shivered every few seconds due to the cold. It wasn't a good idea to sit here any longer. But the fog wouldn't let me see past my own breath. So I picked up a nearby stick and held it in front of me, like a blind man. Then again, I WAS a blind man for the time being. The stick was long enough to where I could have used it as a staff. Good enough for me.
I walked about a quarter of a mile, it seemed, stumbling about like a drunk, until the stick made contact with something solid. It snapped in half.
"Oh, come on.." I muttered under my breath. I bent over to pick the two pieces up-
*CRACK*
"GAAHH!"
Holy fuck, my head.. Right where I had already hurt it.. I felt it again to make sure it wasn't split back open, and thankfully it wasn't, but GOD, it hurt. I placed a hand out in front of me where I cracked my head. I felt a wooden lining, like the one houses are made with for decoration and support. I followed it along the ground until I reached a corner. I followed THAT until I reached a staircase, or what seemed like the side of the beginning of one. I went around, and sure enough, it was a set of stairs. They weren't in the best shape, though. I went up carefully until I came to a door. It looked familiar to a point where I was having all kinds of flashbacks to try and identify it. I shook my aching head, opening the door to go inside. My Glock was still firm in my hand, ready to fire if needed.
"Wait.. I know where I am."
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