Planet Earth: Dead

All That Remains

The sun is shining brightly now that the rain has ceased. As I was gathering my bags to go, I heard gunshots in the distance. I glance over the edge of the building with my sniper rifle. A group of five people were stranded not far from my location. One of them is attempting to open a building, but is having difficulty. The undead are approaching. They are being pursued by at least ten zombies.

I installed a suppressor on my sniper rifle right away. The sound of gunfire will be reduced by using a suppressor. Then I take aim with my sniper at one of the zombies chasing them. And the zombie was dispatched with a single shot to the head. Its head was dripping with blood.

The survivors were perplexed and began to search the area. I continued to shoot the zombies one by one until they all died.

Finally, the person who was attempting to open the building was successful. Who killed their predators is still a mystery to the survivors. However, they appear to be relieved that they are secure for the time being.

Their relieved emotions and smiles give me joy. It gives me a sense of hope. Even though I'm a mercenary, I still have humanity. I still believe in God and in the re-establishment of civilisation. Maybe if things go better, I'll alter my mind and repent for my sins.

But for the time being, I must survive and locate my sister.

When someone has lost their mind and begins to harm the innocent, sometimes surviving involves taking their life.

At times, the living are scarier than the dead. These zombies are only interested in devouring humans who aren't infected. Humans can be more harmful when they are desperate.

I went down the ladder and landed on an alleyway as I stepped out of the flat. I was dressed in a bullet-proof mask with a clown painted on it, as well as an improvised urban ghillie suit that matched my surroundings.

My ghillie suit is primarily made of waste or trash. Wearing a ghillie suit that blends in with its surroundings increases the chances of being undetected by the living or dead.

I went down the side of the streets and I remembered how alive and free this city used to be. On a typical day, business goes on as usual, and the traffic never stops. All that is left now are abandoned buildings and wrecked vehicles. Many things had changed in the three months that had passed.

The outbreak's first month was a complete disaster. It caught the administration off guard. No one could have predicted the zombie apocalypse. The undead took over the evacuation centers, shelters, and other facilities.

People have already lost hope, and anarchy has begun in the following month. Institutions were robbed, innocent people were slain, and the frontliners had given up. With no treatment for the infection and an ever-increasing population of zombies, it's just a matter of surviving.

All that remains now are memories of this city. Probably, some survivors too who barricaded themselves inside these establishments they called home.

As I traveled through the streets looking for somewhere to scavenge, I came discovered a 7/11 convenience shop across the street.

A few zombies have surrounded the store. To get there, I must carefully stroll straight ahead, attempting to fit in.

One of the zombies noticed me and began walking in my direction as I took my first few steps.

This isn't the first time I've come face to face with a zombie. I've had to deal with a lot of them in the last three months in order to stay alive. But, now that I've realized I need to preserve bullets, I've decided to research their movement and nature.

When the zombie came close enough, it began sniffing and hissing in my direction. I could smell its rotten breath even through the mask I was wearing. Despite its actions, I made no reaction or movement. It eventually passed me by and vanished.

The ghillie suit I'm wearing includes waste with a strong odor, which I've grown accustomed to and which has saved me numerous times when attempting to blend in with zombies. The undead don't appear to mind if you stink like garbage; it's likely that they consider you to be an object or just another one of them.

Now that I had the chance to go unnoticed, I took out my dagger and approached each zombie, murdering them one by one.

As I severed their throats and slashed their heads, blood splashed all over the place.

The lifeless body of the zombies lay on the ground, bathed in its own blood.

A movement from the store suddenly drew my attention.

Noticing that the door is barred. The only way in is to smash the glass windows. However, it will make too much noise, which may draw other zombies to the area.

Based on the movement I observed, I assumed there were people inside. And it's likely that they'll keep the store to themselves. It won't be necessary for me to storm in and take their assets. There are still more areas I can scavenge, and I'm hoping to locate one soon because I'm becoming hungry.

As I continued walking through the streets, I heard what sounded like a chopper approaching.

The chopper soared above me, and as I looked to see where it was going, it dropped what appeared to be a box with a parachute attached.

I was taken aback and confused. Is it possible that supplies are being dropped on destroyed cities from a safehaven somewhere? If that's the case, it's possible that my sister is there!

The chopper was preparing to take off when it got hit by a rocket and exploded.

What the f**k?

The blazing helicopter crashed to a building nearby and exploded again, this time considerably louder than the first.

The undead rose from the streets and appeared practically everywhere as a result of the helicopter's boom and blast. From back alleys, beneath automobiles, and so on. The zombies are all going for the accident scene.

As I moved away, hiding in the shadows of the buildings, I had a lot of questions on my mind. Where did the chopper came from? Is the government still working? Who was it that fired at the chopper? What did the chopper bring?

I have to know where the chopper came from. But how will I know where it is now that the chopper has crashed? Maybe the people who shot at the chopper know something.

I believe I must pay them a visit.