Category Archives: Survivor With a Soul

“He comes from the grave, his body a home of worms and filth. No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin, no beating of his breast. His soul as empty and dark as the night sky. For eternity, … Continue reading →

You do what you must to survive. Alex had told me that, and that was the axiom haunting the halls of my mind this evening as I set up camp atop a mountain overlooking Zelenogorsk. My fire sent a spectacle … Continue reading →

Zombies saved my life today. I had spent some time moving eastward from Zelenogorsk, hoping to leave the dreadful events there behind, though I had no particular destination in mind. After a long while, I found myself moving down a … Continue reading →

By the time morning arrived, I had given up on finding the supplies I so desperately needed in this area of the country. Ever since I had awoken on that barren beach near Elektro, I had stumbled blindly from town … Continue reading →

Thirst almost killed me this morning. I awoke to bright rays of sunshine which broke through the branches of the tree where I had collapsed the night before as if they were taunting me for having slept for so long. … Continue reading →

I woke up lying on a beach, unsure of my surroundings. I heard a seagull fly over head, and as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light I could make out a large city situated just west of me, and … Continue reading →