#5
Marcus leads them through a trail,back onto the main road heading towards the fairgrounds. What seems like 30 minutes, he looks at gas gauge and realize he's running low. He turns back towards the duo and extends his hand with his palm facing out to tell them he's stopping, and not a moment too soon. As he looks at what seems to be a warzone, trenches dug deep into the ground, filled with zombies trying to crawl out but fail too. As he looks farther out he notices a huge fortress with wooden spikes, and a massive medieval like castle.
"What the fuck?"
End of Scenario 5
6.
How could this have happened? She was careful at every step, she didn't think she was getting complacent, she had everything she needed to survive the next few weeks before going out to find more food. She didn't think of the fact that people out there would be gathering folks up and using them as slaves, as if avoiding biters wasn't enough. Now she's dealing with raiders, men and women going around and creating a new world over. It's sad really, but for her to get caught and end up in this prison is enough to make her skin crawl.
The days begin to combine as she loses track on how long she's been in this hell hole. It's been a regular routine, she gets a rude awakening of getting kicked in the ribs, spat on or one of the men groping her, goes out and helps reinforce the walls or kill biters, if she does good she gets food or water, never both, or none at all. Then she would be the men's entertainment for the night, and then get thrown back into her cell. Then for the final part of the day, where she constantly digs, it wasn't her intention to dig her way out, it sort of started that way. One moment she was doodling on the ground trying to keep herself amused, next thing she realizes that they don't pay enough attention to her to know what's she doing. Every night she would wait for them to walk away from patrol in her area and she would begin digging, even in the early mornings she would do it, when they assume she was still asleep. She would use the loose grass, leaves and hay that's around the area to conceal her work, and when the coast was clear she would continue her efforts of escaping. She would check her progress to see if she can squeeze under and make her escape, today was looking like her chance. Just a few more inches in diameter and she will be set. Until she heard someone calling her name that is and she froze in fear and slumped to the ground beginning to conceal her work, reaching through the holes of the fence to grab the loose hay and grass. Hoping they don't catch on.