It was only when I felt the sweet approach of death that I remembered I could block, and after what felt like hours (but was closer to a minute) I had them murdered and dead. I remember a loud, ear-shattering noise (which was me screaming in pure, unadulterated fear) accompanied by the quickening beat of my heart as my adrenaline coursed through my system and I hacked those jerks to death with my itty bitty axe. Slowly they turned around to face me, and once their lifeless eyes locked onto my orange jumpsuit, they ran with every inch of energy within them. The zombies looked slow I figured I could take them without too much trouble, so I held my small hand axe tightly and made my way towards them. These creatures that lumbered through the town were zombies my most hated supernatural creature in the history of time, life, and everything in it.
It wasn’t until further observation, and a keen listening to the gurgling sounds coming out of their mouths that I realised these weren’t gardeners- they were barely men. Observing the way their bodies swayed, I first thought they were gardeners watering plants on the town grounds. I could see lumbering figures near the buildings, so I hunkered down behind one to watch, unsure if these men were there to help or hinder. At first, I thought I had stumbled across the very prison I was meant to have escaped, but as I got closer I realised it looked more like a small town. I kept going until I found a cluster of buildings. Within the shack, however, I found neither friend nor foe it was empty save for a small hand axe that I tucked in my belt.
And if I found nothing but bad guys, well I’d just punch them dead. As I shambled along I saw a shack in a clearing and decided to make my way there, thinking I might find someone who could point me in the right direction. So my epic journey of survival slowed down to a slow walk as I took in my surroundings. Of course, because some higher power deemed it hilarious to create me with such little stamina, I could not run for long. I ran and I ran with one thought in my head: survive. Getting out of prison was a blur, but I knew that was just the beginning of my story, With no real direction, I did what any escaped inmate would do at a time like this… I ran. Having recently escaped from prison, and finding myself in the expansive hinterlands with nothing but the jumpsuit on my back and my own two hands, I was at a loss as to how to move forward with my adventure. SCUM – A Diary of Survival – Early Access Preview
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