It was that moment when Niko rose from the bed, his knife sharp enough to cut bone like butter. Niko loaded his gun and slung it around him. He slowly walked to the door, twisting the knob. He felt so much weight on him. The weight of humanity and survival. A year in the apocalypse, that does alot to a man. He opened the cabin door as it creeped open. Darkness entering his eyes, rain drops patting on his head.
With bag in head Niko took a step forward to his truck. Giving anyone who looked at him a death stare. His eyes blood red, he walked to his truck and threw his bag inside and locked it. Niko pulled his hoodie over his head and crept into the woods.
....kill....
Niko's heavy steps crushed the leaves under him. The weight of everyone, everything, he knew and done. Everything in life all leading up to this.
....KILL KILL....
Crunch...
His foot steps got heavier. Soaked in pain and misery.
"AAAAAHHHHH"
Niko broke, the stress consummed him whole, the moment and time of opportunity was now. He dashed into the woods. He searched for anything that made a noise.
There it was, a walker. A young boy, the thing looked starved, it saw Niko and it saw one thing, food.
Niko saw it to. He saw it as one thing, and one thing only, blood....
Niko drew his knife, eyes pure red, he lunged at the the boy and forced his knife into its skull. He drew his knife back, the blood shot at him, his knife drenched in it, along with brain matter. Niko entered a frenzy as he repeatedly stabed the walker.
Then Niko rose, soaked in blood, from head to toe just soked in blood. He stared into the darkess. The stress was finally gone. He slowly made his way back to camp.