I woke up early the next morning, my body stiff from sleeping in the cramped quarters of the boat. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess that still clung to me. As I made my way up to the cockpit, I caught sight of the shoreline in the distance. My heart quickened its pace, and I knew that the real challenge was about to begin. I navigated the boat through the choppy waters, my hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. I could feel my heart racing as I came closer to the shore. The thought of facing the undead was terrifying, but I knew that I had to keep my wits about me if I wanted to survive. The only sound was the gentle hum of the boat engine, cutting through the waves, and the occasional caw of a seagull.
As my boat neared the shore, the first thing that struck me was the thick black smoke rising in the distance, along with the sound of sirens and distant screams. As I drew closer, it became evident that the city was in the midst of an unprecedented disaster. The once bustling city streets were now empty, and the buildings that once stood tall were now crumbling to the ground, some even on fire. Cars were overturned, and debris was scattered everywhere.
My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the situation. It was as if the world had come to an end, leaving behind only destruction and despair. There was still human life although the military was roaming about in tanks and zombies were in the masses at this point, the outbreak had spread and the sight of guts, blood and debris was everywhere. I could feel my stomach knotting up with dread and unease. There was lots of shouting and gunshots, and people were fleeing randomly and screaming out for help, it was day 2 of the zombie apocalypse and it showed no sign of slowing down.
Upon securing the boat and making my way towards the shore, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled deep within me. I made sure to double-check the lock and took the keys with me, ensuring the safety of my only means of escape. Furthermore, surveying the surroundings, making mental notes of the best hiding spots and escape routes. I decided to hide the boat behind the towering rocks, out of sight from prying eyes. As I approached the city, the chaos intensified. The once-bustling streets were now deserted, with the occasional stray zombie wandering aimlessly. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the sound of explosions reverberated through the city. My heart raced as I tried to remain as quiet as possible, staying low and avoiding any unnecessary noise.
I made my way towards the city centre, and the danger intensified. I could hear the moans and groans of zombies lurking around every corner. I knew that the city centre would be the most dangerous place to venture, but also the most rewarding. The area was filled with resources and loot that could mean the difference between life and death in this desolate world. I steeled myself, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart as I sprinted towards the centre. The sound of my footsteps echoed against the deserted buildings, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my eyes peeled for any signs of danger, scanning every nook and cranny as I moved closer to my goal.
As I was making my way through the streets of Miura, dodging zombies left and right, I spotted a convenience store in the heart of the city. Despite the overwhelming danger that lay ahead, I couldn't resist the temptation to check if there were any useful supplies inside. As I began to run towards the store, I suddenly felt a cold, clammy hand wrap itself around my ankle, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. My heart sank as I looked down to see a zombie, missing its lower body, crawling towards me with its intestines trailing behind it. I quickly realized that I was in serious trouble, and the panic set in as I struggled to free myself from the zombie's grasp. The creature was surprisingly strong, and it took all of my strength to kick and punch it in the head repeatedly until I managed to rip its arm off my leg. I scrambled backwards on the ground, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to catch my breath.
For a few moments, everything felt like it was in slow motion, and my mind went blank. But as my senses gradually returned, I realized that I needed to get to safety as quickly as possible. I got up and sprinted towards the convenience store, barely managing to avoid the zombies that were converging on me from all sides.
In the chaos, one of the zombies managed to grab hold of my shirt and tear it, leaving my chest exposed. I broke free and made it to the store, slamming the door shut behind me. It was a temporary respite, as hundreds of zombies were now pounding on the door, trying to get in. To my horror, I saw that there were already ten zombies inside the store, which meant that I was completely surrounded and outnumbered. I had no weapons and no way to defend myself, and my only hope was to hold the door shut for as long as I could. I braced myself, knowing that I was in for a long and difficult fight.
As the zombies kept pounding on the door, I quickly scanned the convenience store for any weapons or tools that could help me. My eyes landed on a metal pipe lying on the floor. I grabbed it and used it to fend off the zombies that were already inside the store. With each swing, I could feel my arms getting weaker and weaker. I knew I had to find a way out soon, or I would be overwhelmed by the growing number of zombies outside the door. I noticed a window at the back of the store that was covered by a metal shutter. I quickly made my way towards it, hoping that it wasn't barricaded or locked. As I reached the window, I saw that it was indeed locked from the inside.
I frantically looked around for something to break the lock. My eyes landed on a fire extinguisher on the wall. I grabbed it and used it to smash the window open. I climbed through the shattered glass and landed outside, injuring my leg in the process. As I got up, I could see that the zombies were closing in on me, but I spotted a car parked a few meters away. I ran towards the car, hoping that the keys were still inside. I tried the door, and to my relief, it was unlocked. I got inside the car and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I quickly drove away from the convenience store, leaving the zombies behind. I drove through the city, avoiding the main roads and sticking to the back alleys. After a few couple minutes of driving, I finally found a safe place to hide and rest. I knew that I had survived this time, but I also knew that I had to be more careful in the future.
As I sat in the car in silence, I couldn't help but feel defeated. The adrenaline from the encounter was starting to wear off, and the pain in my leg was becoming more apparent. I could see the bruises forming on my arms, and my shirt was torn and stained with blood. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but the reality of the situation was starting to sink in. I was alone, injured, and with no plan. I looked around me, and the sight was not any better. The once-busy streets were now deserted, and the only sound I could hear was the distant groans of the undead. I knew I had to move quickly before they found me. I had nothing on me but the clothes on my back, my wounds and injuries were apparent and now I needed to get myself some first aid.
I composed myself, I knew things were hopeless, but I didn't want to die, my human instincts were fighting for survival and I wasn't about to give up. I looked around and there were a few houses and grasslands because I was on the outskirts of the city centre now. My new plan was to raid the houses nearby for loot. Just in case, I would need a weapon, I looked through the car for anything that could be used as a weapon and spotted a tire iron in the trunk. It was better than nothing. I took it and started to walk towards the houses. The sun was starting to set and the sky was painted orange and pink, but I knew I couldn't stop until I found something to help me survive.
As I entered the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The door was wide open, which could mean either someone had already been there before me or the residents had fled in a hurry. I cautiously tiptoed through the living room, scanning for any signs of movement, and made my way to the kitchen. I gripped the tire iron tightly in my hand, ready to strike at the first sign of danger. The kitchen was a mess, with chairs overturned and cupboard doors hanging off their hinges. But my eyes were drawn to the shelves that were still fully stocked with food. My stomach growled in hunger, and I knew I had hit the jackpot. I began to quickly collect as much food as I could carry, mindful of the weight distribution in the car trunk.
I grabbed 3 tins of tuna, a can opener, soup packets, ramen cups, a massive bag of rice that could last me for weeks, tinned boiled quail eggs, granola bars, all 8 bottles of water they had, and tinned lychee for some variety. I still had plenty of room in the car trunk, so I searched the kitchen drawers for any useful items. I found three sets of kitchen knives and stuffed them in my backpack. As I made my way around the house, I saw that it belonged to a family of four. There were framed photos of a happy married couple with two young girls on the walls. I felt a pang of sadness, imagining what might have happened to them. I rifled through the husband's closet, grabbing a few sets of clothes that looked my size.
As I finished loading everything into the car trunk, I took a moment to wipe the sweat off my forehead and catch my breath. The physical and mental exhaustion had taken its toll on me. My body ached all over, especially my leg which was still bleeding, and I knew I needed to find a first aid kit soon before the wound got worse. I took a sip of water from one of the bottles I had found and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.
It had been four long hours since I had left the safety of my boat, and I had already faced several life-threatening situations. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for a second. I looked around the area, trying to get a sense of my surroundings. There were a few houses scattered around, and the grasslands stretched as far as my eyes could see. The silence was unnerving, and I felt like I was the only living being left on earth.
I decided to search the other house for a first aid kit, but before that, I needed to replenish my energy. I rushed back into the first house, moving as fast as I could, as if my life depended on it. The door was still open, and I cautiously stepped inside, holding the tire iron tightly. The air was musty, and the house was eerily quiet. I made my way to the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest.
To my relief, the kitchen was stocked with fresh food. There were fruits, vegetables, and even some raw fish in the fridge. I knew I had to act fast before the food went bad, so I started to devour everything in sight. It was a strange feeling, eating in someone else's house without their permission, but I had no choice. This might be my last chance to have a decent meal, and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. As I ate, I couldn't help but think about the family that used to live here. The messy kitchen and the chairs scattered around hinted at a happy and chaotic household. I wondered what had happened to them, whether they had managed to escape or succumbed to the zombie apocalypse. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly pushed it away.
After finishing my impromptu feast, I searched the rest of the house for a first aid kit, but to no avail. I did manage to find some spare clothes that would come in handy, and I grabbed them along with the knives and other goods. As I stepped out of the house, I took one last look at the empty rooms, wondering if I would ever come back.