He stared into the mirror before him. Not that it was much of a mirror after years of neglect. Scars down his body were a sign of how his life had changed in the years since Day-Z, as he liked to call it. Day-Z was the day that he awakened to the horror of the media’s so-called “Zombie Apocalypse“.
Back then, he had been a lot more carefree and didn’t have to constantly watch his back. In those first few months, he had to become a survivor. He had to stop caring about others as much as he had in the past. On a few occasions, before he had come to this decison, it had backfired and he barely made it out alive. Once in a while though, he came across a survivor or a group of survivors, but his trust of them held him back, so he was still alone. At first he had thought that after a while the zombies would just die away, but that was definitely not the case. All this time later, they were still around, and were always growing in numbers. The disease, or whatever it was, had evolved and once the ‘easy’ human targets were difficult ti attack, something had happened that still scared him. As if undead humans weren’t bad enough, undead wolves, bears and whatever other animal got infected were just as bad, or worse in some cases. Trying to ward off a zombie bear on attack, or avoiding bites from zombie squirrels or rats was not one of his favourite pastimes…
He stepped out of the dark room into the harsh sunlight. He heard a rustling noise to his left. Out of the brush, came what was left of a once beautiful young girl. Closer inspection revealed that the entire bottom half of her body was missing and entrails were being dragged behind her as she pulled herself along toward him. The next part never got easy. He unsheathed the machete hanging from his belt and moved toward her, putting her out of he misery.
A few hours later, he reached the place he had been heading for. It had taken many months for him to build up the courage to come here. Ahead of him was a cabin which was built on the banks of a once peaceful stream; it was a place of memories long forgotten, or rather forcibly forgotten. Many years ago, he had spent his vacations here with family and friends and even now the memories were coming back. His thoughts were interrupted as he got nearer however. Something made him realise that while he may not have been here in a while, there was signs that the cabin had been used quite recently. The survivor in him took over as he slowly approached, expecting anything.
As he was approaching the back entrance of the cabin, something made him turn around. He was now staring down the barrel of a sawn-off shotgun being held by a boy who probably hadn’t even finished school before Day Z. Before the survivor in him came out, a familiar voice called out, a voice he had not recognised straight away and truly had never expected to hear again.
“Hello little brother,” the voice said, “you were probably the last person I expected to meet. Please excuse Alex, he is just very protective, he means you no harm.
“Isn’t that right Alex?” she said, before asking: “Now tell me, how has my nerdy brother manage to survive for this long?”
For a while, our hero just stood in the same spot, completely speechless. This was truly the last thing he expected to find at this place.
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