My backpack hing heavely om my back, and my beard was covered in bits of snow. There was a steady drizzle from the overcasted sky, and the cold winds blew against my jacket. It will be dark soon. And in darkness, even this far in the woods, things where dangerous. The chanches that an infected could find me was still high, and the best option was to find a safe place to rest for the night, particularly one with a roof.
As I made my way down the old hunter's trail, my mind drifted off to the day this nightmare comenced. It was at least four monthes ago, on a warm july day. I, it seemed to me back then, was the only one who wasn't infected by the virus. I was luckely the first to witness the virus take hold, and the first to get the hell out of there. Back then I was just an ordinary guy, but now i'm a survivore.
I packed my travel bag and headed out to the forest, to a place I hope no one would find me. It was so far a misareble journey. Starvation, cold, and infected was a constent threight. I got lucky dozens of times. I often stumbled on supermarkets still full of food (or at least that was not completely raided), but my attemptes at survival was oftenly met infected. I had some close calls; one time I came across a farm with his owner still present. He was a young man (I prosumed at least twenty) that still holded his father's land.
He was friendly, surprissingly, and even gave me food. It was later that I discovered that the young lad had his parents imprisoned in his basement, apperently suffering from the virus. I could hear their moanes from upstairs, and got the hell out of there.
These are dangerous times indeed. My eyes fell upon a wooden structure standing in the forest. From closer inspection, I saw that it was a cabin. Peering through the window, I saw spiderwebs and furniture covered in layers of dust. From the looks of it, I could see that the place hasn't been inhabited in a long while.
The door, surprisingly, was open. It creaked loudly on its hangs. The room had an eerie presence. I half expected that an infected or some kind of monster would sprung out at me, but luckely it never happened. There was musky old mattress in the corner. Too exausted to continue, I fell down on it, unable to press further on.
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