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Lester Crackerton shoves his way through a pile of debris, coughing as he kicks up dust while digging through rusty metal cans and a few planks of wood. His messy bleach blond hair flops over his dark brown eyes, and his lime green motorcycle jacket - which has an arm missing - rustles with each movement.
He pauses and glances around the desolate landscape with a deep sigh. Once bustling streets are quiet and cracked. Several nearby cars have dead batteries, and one is smashed into a lamppost. The houses on the block are decrepit and covered with vines. It hasn't been too long since the zombie outbreak, but already, the world has descended into a tense silence.
Lester clicks his tongue and keeps searching through the debris. If he can build a shelter and withstand the outbreak, maybe he can help rebuild the world once the whole thing has passed. Maybe he could even come up with a cure. Suddenly, his hand brushes against an old lightbulb. Lester nods and sticks it into his ratty black backpack. If it still works, it'll be a great addition to his bunker.
Then there are soft moaning sounds a short distance behind him.
It's not hard to notice a group of zombies in broad daylight. Lester jumps to his feet with a grunt and takes a few steps back, watching the disfigured creatures shuffle towards him. Then he glances around and stiffens. The only escape option is the alleyways, but he can't remember which one he came in by.
He bolts off into the closest alley, his heartbeat quickly picking up. Then he skids to a stop and gasps. He's hit a brick wall. He grimaces and whips a gun from his pocket, aiming carefully for the leader of the pack of zombies, and then pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.
"Wh - what?" Lester whispers, eyes going wide. The zombies are uncomfortably close. He grits his teeth and hits the gun against a wall several times. "Come on, work! Work!" He glances back up at the zombies; they've blocked off his exit. He swallows and scans the alleyway in a panic. There has to be a way out. There has to be.
He pauses and glances around the desolate landscape with a deep sigh. Once bustling streets are quiet and cracked. Several nearby cars have dead batteries, and one is smashed into a lamppost. The houses on the block are decrepit and covered with vines. It hasn't been too long since the zombie outbreak, but already, the world has descended into a tense silence.
Lester clicks his tongue and keeps searching through the debris. If he can build a shelter and withstand the outbreak, maybe he can help rebuild the world once the whole thing has passed. Maybe he could even come up with a cure. Suddenly, his hand brushes against an old lightbulb. Lester nods and sticks it into his ratty black backpack. If it still works, it'll be a great addition to his bunker.
Then there are soft moaning sounds a short distance behind him.
It's not hard to notice a group of zombies in broad daylight. Lester jumps to his feet with a grunt and takes a few steps back, watching the disfigured creatures shuffle towards him. Then he glances around and stiffens. The only escape option is the alleyways, but he can't remember which one he came in by.
He bolts off into the closest alley, his heartbeat quickly picking up. Then he skids to a stop and gasps. He's hit a brick wall. He grimaces and whips a gun from his pocket, aiming carefully for the leader of the pack of zombies, and then pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.
"Wh - what?" Lester whispers, eyes going wide. The zombies are uncomfortably close. He grits his teeth and hits the gun against a wall several times. "Come on, work! Work!" He glances back up at the zombies; they've blocked off his exit. He swallows and scans the alleyway in a panic. There has to be a way out. There has to be.