Firis
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Z-Day: Dawn of the Ted part 1
The wind blew gently across his face, softly chilling his cheeks. Ted had been searching through this rural area for about two days now, two long cold days. The ground was covered in at least three inches of snow, and with most of the houses being white; being snowblind wasn't that uncommon for him, he would occasionaly break in a house to rest, maybe every six hours, or to finish the night in semi-safety. He was searching for something more important to him then money, or oil, but survivors, the Zombie apocalypse reigning the nations of the world, and wrecking them aswell, survivors were hard to come by, yet finding people was the most important thing, to put them all together; to have a chance to survive this hell. Ted armed himself for this with a 45. Smith & Wesson aswell as a Hunting rifle, he didn't know what type it was, just that it was good for sniping the undead. He was lurking over a hill, then he just layed there, scoping out the city with his rifle, the cold wet snow sinking in through his jacket, he spotted a Zombie, the rotting scum, wandering pointlessly into the parking lot of the third-closest house, taking careful aim Ted exhaled, then squeezed; he smiled at the beautiful sight up the re-dead Zombie... And so it begins, the story of the most famous survivor of the Z-Day: Chicago Ted
The wind blew gently across his face, softly chilling his cheeks. Ted had been searching through this rural area for about two days now, two long cold days. The ground was covered in at least three inches of snow, and with most of the houses being white; being snowblind wasn't that uncommon for him, he would occasionaly break in a house to rest, maybe every six hours, or to finish the night in semi-safety. He was searching for something more important to him then money, or oil, but survivors, the Zombie apocalypse reigning the nations of the world, and wrecking them aswell, survivors were hard to come by, yet finding people was the most important thing, to put them all together; to have a chance to survive this hell. Ted armed himself for this with a 45. Smith & Wesson aswell as a Hunting rifle, he didn't know what type it was, just that it was good for sniping the undead. He was lurking over a hill, then he just layed there, scoping out the city with his rifle, the cold wet snow sinking in through his jacket, he spotted a Zombie, the rotting scum, wandering pointlessly into the parking lot of the third-closest house, taking careful aim Ted exhaled, then squeezed; he smiled at the beautiful sight up the re-dead Zombie... And so it begins, the story of the most famous survivor of the Z-Day: Chicago Ted