RenownedWolfman

NOTE: I'm not that great of a writer but I enjoy writing, tips, compliments, complaints, etc. all welcome. More will come whether people like it or not. Day 0 I'm not entirely sure what's going on, I've decided it's probably a good idea to document what's happening for others to read, Or at least for me to read later. I woke up this morning on a beach, my clothes were soaking and I was shaking from the cold. There was this bag nearby with some basic supplies in it, including a handgun of some sort, i've never used a gun before I don't really know what "brand" this one is. It's funny, going from never holding a gun to never letting it leave your side, makes me feel... safe. This gun stayed in my hand almost all day and it's proven to be necessary for my survival. Let me list what else was in the bag. 2 cans of what I think is beans. 1 Canteen with water in it. The Handgun and a few clips. Some needles. what appears to be a flare. and some other miscellaneous objects. The canteen didn't have water in it for much longer though as I was parched from lying unconscious on the beach. After emptying the canteen I packed it up in the bag. I wasn't sure if I would need the gun, I didn't know what was going on at the time but I assumed if I did run into trouble of any sort it might be a good idea to have the gun in an easily accessible place. So I put it in my waistband "gangster style" I though chuckling to myself. I picked up the bag and put it on my shoulder and walked inland, the sand of the beach seeping into my shoes. Once out of the sand I noticed that a road ran parallel with the coastline, this would be an easy way for me to keep track of where i'm going. I trekked along the road, going east I think. I came upon a small town not too far out, There were people there walking around. None of them were talking, but there was an ominous moan emitting from them all. I called out to the man standing closest to me he didn't react at first so I called out again and moved closer. This is when shit hit the fan, he turned around, his face was decomposing, his eyes soul less staring at me. He ran at me, I didn't know what to do, I grabbed the gun from my waistband and held it out yelling for him to stop, but he didn't stop. I quickly squeezed the trigger of the gun closing my eyes expecting a large bang to sound from the gun, but it was silent. The man continued running at me he was only twenty or so feet away now and the gun didn't seem to be working. I turned and ran, gripping the useless weapon in my hand. I may not know how to work a gun but running was always one of my strengths. I ran for a long time, I'm not really sure how long. The sun was definitely nearing the horizon as I came across a barn sitting out in the middle of nowhere. No one was around but my eyes kept scanning the area anyway. The barn doors were open so I could see inside, there didn't seem to be anyone inside but I peaked in carefully before stepping inside. Inside it was kind of what I expected a second floor with hay and grain bags, the first floor had some bags as well. I tossed my bag up to the second floor and climbed up after it the handgun still gripped in my hand, it made it harder to make it up the ladder but I didn't want to put it down. My bag had landed in the middle of the loft it was tied up nicely so nothing fell out. I rested there that night, in the loft, in the dark. This feels like it was months ago though it has only been a few days since this. I'm tired now, I'll write more when it's safe enough to do so.

Thanks Mojo for putting this post up, i've been trying to explain this to players who keep spamming but they ignore me for the most part, hopefully now more people can get the word out now that this is up.