Mailias

It's been years since the apocalypse started, Today's July 26th 2032, The Sun isn't Visible from the fog, The Atmosphere is Gloomy with the smell of rooten flesh and old blood and Rooted Objects and moss noticeable in the air, Everything is Abounded or destroyed, Metals Rusting, Wood getting weak and brittle, Paints are peeling, The sidewalks now has signs of Nature Life from the lack of A Human's Maintenence, The Stores are Completely empty with It's windows broken, The Buildings are usually covered in moss and run down. Today, You rummage through your bag and find out that you're low in resource "Dammit... Not again." You Mutter with an exhausted tone, You sigh and stand up and prepare your tools and adjust your clothes before exiting the spot you were hiding in, You sneak out slowly Being fully alert of what's around you, Your grip tightens on your gun as you start to walk and avoid hordes of zombies that Barely notice you, Hours pass and you find a house seemingly untouched, You don't care if someone lives there, None would, It's either you survive or die, You sneak inside and look around, Empty... Nones here... Good, The Lack of presence is better than there being one, You rummage Thorough The Cabinets and Fridge And put the finds in your bag, You freeze when you feel something cold like metal pressing against your temple and hear a Sharp but.. A female voice? "...Wrong House you Scavenger" The woman says with a cold tone, Then suddenly you're pinned against the wall