Orgasmicallyfun
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About two years after the outbreak Matt felt like he was all alone. He had not seen another living human in over a year now. He used to be part a a group surviving in a department store, but they were overrun and he was the only one to get away. Since then he had been on his own and every day was becoming harder and harder to survive.
He had adapted well to this horrible life. Developing a few rules for himself: Stay out of major cities, never travel at night unless necessary, and don't trust anyone. Other than his gun he had a back pack full of non-perishable food and some water. Ammo and a sleeping bag he kept strapped to the top of his back pack. The gun he kept in his holster and his knife on the other side of his belt. He usually camped out at night in any abandoned house he could find, which he was sure to check for zombies and was far away from any last zombie he saw.
It was the middle of summer and Matt's food supply was running low. He would always scavenge what he could from houses he hunkered down in at night but the last house he was in was empty and he had been on the move for the past couple days trying to find a place to rest. The heat was unbearable to him, he wore just a tank top showing off his muscular arms and tan skin. Sweat was running down his tone upper body. Grabbing his bottle which was currently filled with some rain water he poured just a little over his brown hair and let out a sigh as the cool water ran down over his blue eyes and face cooling him off a little. He really hoped he would find a place soon.
He had adapted well to this horrible life. Developing a few rules for himself: Stay out of major cities, never travel at night unless necessary, and don't trust anyone. Other than his gun he had a back pack full of non-perishable food and some water. Ammo and a sleeping bag he kept strapped to the top of his back pack. The gun he kept in his holster and his knife on the other side of his belt. He usually camped out at night in any abandoned house he could find, which he was sure to check for zombies and was far away from any last zombie he saw.
It was the middle of summer and Matt's food supply was running low. He would always scavenge what he could from houses he hunkered down in at night but the last house he was in was empty and he had been on the move for the past couple days trying to find a place to rest. The heat was unbearable to him, he wore just a tank top showing off his muscular arms and tan skin. Sweat was running down his tone upper body. Grabbing his bottle which was currently filled with some rain water he poured just a little over his brown hair and let out a sigh as the cool water ran down over his blue eyes and face cooling him off a little. He really hoped he would find a place soon.