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"God dammit." There was a low growl and a thump of something hitting the ground. "Fucking zombies."
Bailey ran a hand through his short blonde hair as he stepped out into the light. He had been hiding out in an abandoned building so far, but it appeared his place had been found. As he packed his bags, the light illuminated his face showing the long scar that went from under his right eye, across his nose and stopping just left to his lips. It didn't appear to be recent in any way, and obviously didn't bother him.
Bailey's ice blue eyes stared over the unforgiving landscape. When the zombie outbreak had first happened, this area had been a bustling city of life. Since it had happened, everything had gone to hell. Practically nowhere was safe, as zombies could survive without food for a very long time.
It had all started with a simple virus.
Simple enough, but over time grew more and more complicated that gave doctors no hope for a cure. It only affected humans, turning them into mindless beasts that hungered for human meat. Beasts that had the faces of the ones you loved. Bailey grimaced at the memory.
They could only infect others with bites, luckily not scratches or blood. Most of the time though, they just consumed whatever they caught. Normally, they shambled around every where, however once they got the scent of some prey their shambles turned into a very fast sprint. The only things that could kill them was a beheading, or a single shot to the head. They mostly came out at night, preferring to go dormant during the day.
Picking his way through the rubble of some buildings, the lean body of the 23 year old male tried to find something to eat along the way. Food was scarce, and he needed to raid a grocery shop or something soon. Otherwise he would have to go kill an animal or something. Finally spotting one, he unslung his rifle from his shoulder and carefully made his way inside. Even though the zombies went dormant during the day, it didn't mean they wouldn't wake up.
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"God dammit." There was a low growl and a thump of something hitting the ground. "Fucking zombies."
Bailey ran a hand through his short blonde hair as he stepped out into the light. He had been hiding out in an abandoned building so far, but it appeared his place had been found. As he packed his bags, the light illuminated his face showing the long scar that went from under his right eye, across his nose and stopping just left to his lips. It didn't appear to be recent in any way, and obviously didn't bother him.
Bailey's ice blue eyes stared over the unforgiving landscape. When the zombie outbreak had first happened, this area had been a bustling city of life. Since it had happened, everything had gone to hell. Practically nowhere was safe, as zombies could survive without food for a very long time.
It had all started with a simple virus.
Simple enough, but over time grew more and more complicated that gave doctors no hope for a cure. It only affected humans, turning them into mindless beasts that hungered for human meat. Beasts that had the faces of the ones you loved. Bailey grimaced at the memory.
They could only infect others with bites, luckily not scratches or blood. Most of the time though, they just consumed whatever they caught. Normally, they shambled around every where, however once they got the scent of some prey their shambles turned into a very fast sprint. The only things that could kill them was a beheading, or a single shot to the head. They mostly came out at night, preferring to go dormant during the day.
Picking his way through the rubble of some buildings, the lean body of the 23 year old male tried to find something to eat along the way. Food was scarce, and he needed to raid a grocery shop or something soon. Otherwise he would have to go kill an animal or something. Finally spotting one, he unslung his rifle from his shoulder and carefully made his way inside. Even though the zombies went dormant during the day, it didn't mean they wouldn't wake up.
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