I miss the old days when I didn't have to fight for my fucking life! This damn coronavirus is turning everybody and everything into blood-thirsty maniacs. And it's spreading like wildfire.
I've been having a burdensome time during this, 'apocalypse,' if you will. I had to waste my whole family due to this grotesque virus. The traumatic memories I'll never forget.
And honestly, I don't know how I didn't get infected myself.
Well, about three years later, I was eating a can of beans in my mancave-stronghold when this random guy started thumping on my door, screaming, "Please let me in! They're coming!"
I had only seconds to react: I jolted up from my bed and ripped open the door, without thought that this could be a deceitful act from marauders. It wasn't.
This guy shoved past me an' lunged inside. I crashed the door shut, locking it with the speed of a thousand gods. The man began sobbing and praised and blessed me.
He tossed me a can of pineapple slices and stated that the fruit was all that he had to give.
I told him, "Well, lucky you, pineapple is my favorite fruit!" That seemed to allay his worries that he owed me. Not much conversation ensued, and we went to bed a few hours later.
As I started to drift off, the guy jumped on me and started punching my face and trying to bite my neck. I'm a pretty big guy, so I grabbed him, threw him off me, and stomped on his temple till his skull was fractured.
I don't know what happened to his mental state: He, in fact, was not an infectee, or else I'd be a mindless frenzied animal like him too. A mystery that has yet to have an answer.
A few months later, I woke up in the middle of the night hearing screaming.
The consternation of it caused great fear in me, but honestly, I didn't care enough about myself to let it transpire without my intervention.
I recklessly got out of bed and slapped armor on, grabbing my freshly sharpened machete and Glock 19 pistol.
I ran out and saw two women in a large truck. There were about a dozen infected climbing the car, breaking the windows attempting to get at them.
Quickly thinking, I ran back inside and grabbed an airhorn, unleashing a painfully loud sound. To no one's surprise, they came flying. I slaughtered them all, and needless to say, I was a crimson red.
More were approaching, so I dashed to the word ladies screaming at them, "LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO!" They surged out of the car shortly before I advised that they follow me.
And goddamn, I've never seen any person run as fast as them. When we arrived inside, they thanked me profusely as I changed my clothes and cleaned myself up.
I'm a retired military medic, so I possess combat and medical expertise.
The following day, I provided these young women the proper techniques to defend themselves: neutralizing/killing an attacker with and without a weapon and dealing with injuries an' whatnot.
Their names are Maya and Lilith. I went out scavenging alone while they were maintained at my place. I stumbled upon one of those freaks actively stabbing a man lying on the ground.
I popped a bullet in the infectee's head, walked over to the abused fellow, and crouched down to his level. He had promptly died.
I searched his body only to discover pineapple slices and stifled a laugh.
I heard a voice on my radio stating the coordinates of a sanctuary. I told the two women, and needless to say, they were thrilled.
We unanimously agreed that it'd be best to venture out that day, but they had interjected, saying their car's gas tank was "dry as a fucking dessert"
Fortuitously, I had a buttload of gasoline lying around. I got their car juiced up and tossed all my shit in the trunk. I told them that I would drive so the two of them could relax.
Well, the ride was going smooth until I saw a spike strip alongside a chain-locked gate just up ahead. I thought to myself, "Of course. Bandits." I fully stepped on the gas pedal.
The women started freaking out and screaming, "What the fuck are you doing?! Stop!" I said, "Bandits!" as I smashed through the gate. Two cars promptly began trailing us after that.
I clutched the Glock pistol and handed it to Maya, who was in the front seat. I said, "Twelve shots." She stuck both her head and arm out the window and fired once.
She hit the lead driver in the head. The car tumbled and landed on its side, blocking the other vehicle, buying enough time for us to lose them.
We're now in the sanctuary. It's nice here: I've made quite a few friends. Now because I have military training, I'm going out with a huge team killing infected and saving survivors.
So far, we've succeeded in saving seven people and killing 60 infected.
(8 months later)
I've been having so much fun being here, and I never wanted to leave. But the sanctuary was stampeded by the infected. We couldn't waste them all: There were hundreds of them.
I witnessed everything in slow motion. One of the fuckers was headed directly for a child. I raced toward the kid and tackled the maniac. The freak coughed in my mouth right before I offed her.
No one witnessed it transpire, but I'm not going to hide my infection. I'm not fucked up in the head like some people are. I know what has to happen.
𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫.