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The Survivor Ch.4 by patriot423, literature
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The Survivor Ch.4
Scouting/Justice
~2 and a half Hours Later~
Peach Ridge Avenue was the road the survivor had remembered going through the town of Kent City. Not a very interesting road so far as landmarks but it was a very peacefull road given the current state of the world. Almost made him forget the ensueing madness that engulfed the world around him.
Soon he came to a missive dip in the road that would give a skateboarder a heart attack.He always remembered going down this part of the road on his bike on his way into town to experience the feeling of the wind in his air to think 'this is what flying must be like.' Ironic that he didn't really
Preperation
"Mr. Colby, sit down and stay calm," the officer cautioned Tyler, "There's no reason to get uncivil."
"Then I'll ask you again 'civily'," Tyler began, "What is this about?"
"Acording to Mr. P here you wrote a very 'terrorrist' derived statement in your essay to Mrs. Bubblitz." the offier said, "Something about 'pushing a button', I beleive?"
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The survivor snapped awake, bowie blade in hand, and slashed hard impulsively at nothing but air. Drenched in sweat, his eyes twitched around and scanned the room for something that wasn't there; his demonds. After he calmed down a bit he let out a sigh of anxiety
Burial (The Broadcast)
After the near death encounter with the infected left him shaking, he had to sit down for a moment. It was the closest he ever came to being bitten by an infected and being killed. It was not a pleasn't experience and he was sceptical that he wasn't bit due to the amount of adrenaline rushing through him at the moment which hindered him from thinking straight. Luckily, after the adrenaline in his system thined out enough to stop shaking excessively, he was able to inspect himself to find he wasn't injured at all. Just shook up.
After he got over himself, he got up and decided, since there was only one of the
Hunting
Quiet...
All is quiet in this area. A small town you ask? No. A dying world. A
world under seige by demonds. The walking dead have laid havok on the world for
around 5 years now. Where they came from, nobody knows. What caused it, nobody
knows. The only thing the people who are still surviving in this world know is
that they're hard to kill and death by them means the same ill fate.
One survivor has made due on his own all this time without
companionship. He found the skills to survive on his own long before the
outbreak first started. His sorted life saw to that.
He peers through the scope of his 30-06 hunting rifl