I've been lurking for a while now, and finally decided to write my own FF. I've got three chapters so far. Here is part of the first chapter:
So this is how everything ends. After all the running, after all the blood shed involving both the dead and the living this is it. I suppose starving to death in a closet with a single dead man outside isn't the worst way to go in this world. I think I remember some show saying that humans can't survive more than three days without water. The same show said that a human could survive for up to thirty days with enough water, but no food.
Thank God I don't have either food or water. Another day is all I could have at most.
I'm wakened suddenly from my half-sleep by a loud thud – the rhythmic rattle of the dead man's breathing interrupted. The closet doors fly open, and a bright light shines into my eyes through the darkness, blinding me. I reach up weakly to shield my eyes. I try to speak, but I can't – I'm too weak and dehydrated. All that I can manage is a small, "Help". The next thing I know, strong arms lift me up, the scent of pine and gasoline washing over me. "I got you, don't worry," says an unfamiliar voice. "Name's Daryl."
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