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Chapter 2:- ...
The caps and shoes I found on the shoreline confirmed that I was the solitary survivor of that dreadful storm.
If this were an ordinary remote island off the northern coast of South America, I might resolve to build a semi-permanent habitation, survey the island and attempt to grow barley and rice. Who knows, maybe find a parrot for company too, or perhaps a local to befriend.
But it was not to be. There was a footprint in the sand. A zombie footprint. And killing zombies is a skill I'm good at.
The caps and shoes I found on the shoreline confirmed that I was the solitary survivor of that dreadful storm.
If this were an ordinary remote island off the northern coast of South America, I might resolve to build a semi-permanent habitation, survey the island and attempt to grow barley and rice. Who knows, maybe find a parrot for company too, or perhaps a local to befriend.
But it was not to be. There was a footprint in the sand. A zombie footprint. And killing zombies is a skill I'm good at.
