gorbo_longstocking
❝I am hungry. I have been hungry. I was born hungry. What do I need?❞ - Abbey (Mitski)
You'd never seen a rotter that could talk.
They were mindless, hungry predators, nothing more, nothing less. The dead didn't have names, or brothers, or eat spaghetti. Yet, here you were, trapped in the woods with eight of these strange infected by a huge metal wall that ran for miles.
You didn't survive in one hell just to die in another. It didn't matter how much you were hunted, you would survive to see another day. You would survive to see your sister again.
Let them come. Armed with nothing but your wits and a rock, you were ready.
Crossposted to Ao3 under the same username!