Post by Patrick Marchetti on Mar 9, 2017 21:36:23 GMT -5
Patrick got used to the idea that he was now alone, knowing nothing about survival yet, trying, as the sun was rising, the railroad went trought the woods, nothing other than woods and the railroad could be seen, no map, no cars, just Patrick, and the natural beauty of the land.
Patrick´s back hurt, he slept on the ground last night, it was rather sad the change his life had, a couple of days ago he slept on a bed and had a life like before the apocalypse, but this time, he was alone again.
It was a cold night and he was surprised no walker showed up at night, he knew he should had found somewhere safer, regrets came to his mind, in lots of ways, about the past, about the present, and thought about what he would have to regret in the future.
As he kept walking, a figure could be seen, it was a small room, it was something strange, finding a building close to the railroad, however he went there hoping to find any supply he could use. He was starving and thirsty, knowing nothing about hunting or survival at all looking for goods was the only way he could survive.
He tryied to open the door, however the lock was on, and no window was seen, no way of entering, no way of leaving. He sat down in signal of frustration, he never thought more seriously about staying there, however he had hopes, when everything started his community heard that New York was a safe place, that there was a stadium, most probably a safe point. It was rumoured to be a safe zone from the start, but he was not sure it would remain standing by the time he found it.
He continued walking trought the railroad, hoping to see something, a refugee, somewhere to look for supplies, or a sign that told him he was closer to New York.
Patrick´s back hurt, he slept on the ground last night, it was rather sad the change his life had, a couple of days ago he slept on a bed and had a life like before the apocalypse, but this time, he was alone again.
It was a cold night and he was surprised no walker showed up at night, he knew he should had found somewhere safer, regrets came to his mind, in lots of ways, about the past, about the present, and thought about what he would have to regret in the future.
As he kept walking, a figure could be seen, it was a small room, it was something strange, finding a building close to the railroad, however he went there hoping to find any supply he could use. He was starving and thirsty, knowing nothing about hunting or survival at all looking for goods was the only way he could survive.
He tryied to open the door, however the lock was on, and no window was seen, no way of entering, no way of leaving. He sat down in signal of frustration, he never thought more seriously about staying there, however he had hopes, when everything started his community heard that New York was a safe place, that there was a stadium, most probably a safe point. It was rumoured to be a safe zone from the start, but he was not sure it would remain standing by the time he found it.
He continued walking trought the railroad, hoping to see something, a refugee, somewhere to look for supplies, or a sign that told him he was closer to New York.