A story of survival and humanity in its most rigid and pure form. A fight against the living dead, the living themselves, natures beasts, and unforgiving nature itself. Strap in, it's gonna be a gut wrenching ride.
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The Cold North Part One: Welcome to The Jungle "It's been nine months since the world collapsed. The virus, sickness, whatever it is, took society down in less than a week. It all happened so quickly, my family gone, died in front of me. The biters devoured everything and everyone I've ever loved or cared about, and it's all gone now. This world is a tough one, but I'm hanging on. I don't know why I keep making these, I think I'll do two more though just so I can get the personal satisfaction of making 300. My name is Daniel Smith, signing off on day 298. Stating that I am still alive & fighting." Daniel Smith stroked his shoulder length beard, and shut off his video recorder. He popped the tape out and flipped it in his hand. "And you.. Go with the rest." He said as he carried the tape over to a cardboard box and set it down next to tape number 297. He heard the rattle of a chain link fence echo throughout the warehouse he was staying in.
"Company? It's not even 8am yet." Daniel thought to himself as he got up and began walking towards the east end of the warehouse, the sounds of his boots resounding off the walls. He pulled out his earbuds and plugged them into his MP3 player. He scrolled through until he found what he was looking for and hit 'play'. 80's rock music spewed out of the earphones as he made his way to the fence.. "Hello, buddy." Daniel said as he shielded his eyes from the morning sun to see the figure on the other side of the rusty fence. It made a moaning noise as it stuck its Boney arm through the fence, tearing off some of its skin. Daniel turned away from the biter and strolled over to a rack full of different blades & weapons. "I think a machete would look nice in your skull. What do you think?" He asked as he picked up and weighed a black handled machete.
The biter hopelessly kept trying to get at Daniel. It bit down on the fence a couple times as Daniel approached. "You do realize you can't bite through a fence, right?" He chuckled. "But you know what you can do.. Bite on this!" He said as he shoved the machete blade through the fence into the eye socket of the biter. It dropped to the ground like a marionette doll, black blood drooled out of the now mutilated eye socket as flies circled the once walking corpse. Daniel took a dirty rag out of his back pocket and cleaned the blood off the blade, then putting it back on its rack.
He surveyed the property in which he lived. It had over nine months of continuous growth. There were saplings growing up by the tires of old trailers. All the cracks in the asphalt home to grass & small shrubs. Forest surrounded the old factory, and the early fall provided perfect weather,(to Daniel at least). He had been living in the old factory since early spring, and had been making weekly runs to get food, supplies, and everything else he needed. He hadn't seen a single person since the start, except for the walking dead of course. Daniel walked back inside, adjusting his flannel jacket.
"Damnit, only two more cans.." He muttered as he opened his stock cabinet and looked at the two lonely cans of green beans on the shelf. "I guess I'm going on a run today then." He told himself as he walked over to a dusty machine and picked his backpack off a knob. He went back outside to his blade rack and took a knife and a hatchet off it. He stuck the knife in a sheath on the inside of his boot, while he slid the hatchet into his belt. He strolled back inside, this time shutting the door.
