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Have you ever thought "What if zombies were real?" then immediately thought "Yeah we'd probably be fucked"
Unfortunately that actually happened to this tall ass unemployed guy, like 6'11, his name is Survi
I know, real creative. "Wow Sometexan you made the guy that survives a cut down version of Survivor."
Well Fuck You
29th of October, 2030
Survi hated TV, a lot, it was sooo boring!
The click of the remote was more entertaining than whatever they go-
"INFECTIOUS DISEASE WARNING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL. STAY INDOORS. GRAB A WEAPON."
'Oh, that's fun'
He clicked off the TV and went over to his mattress laying on the floor to take a nap; before a bang on the door alerted him
Survi wandered over with a cup of water in hand, and took a sip as he opened the door.
On the other side was a shambling corpse with a chunk of its torso missing
SLAM
He slammed the door against the zombie then opened the door to kick the thing into the wall across from his door.
He kept kicking it until a foot radius crater was on the wall and the thing was mush
[TEN MINUTES AFTERWARDS]
Survi was raiding a gun shop to find something useful, better than his amazing muscles of course
He looked around for something nice before finding a sign that said "SPECIAL SALE" in big white letters on a red background
'Must be uniq- HOLY SHIT THAT REVOLVER HAS ENGRAVINGS ON IT!'
He jumped at it and looked for .357 ammo for it.
He eventually found a box full of the stuff and he started jury rigging a back pack out of the ammo crate
after a while of screwing a sling onto the crate he put it on and tightened it
"Perfect."
He walked out the store right in time for an HE grenade to explode in his face, making a 10 yard wide explosion
'DANG IT VOICE IN MY HEAD TELL ME ABOUT THAT AHEAD OF TIME!'
Sorry, Survi, I'll act as your damn precognition, also how are you not dead?
'I DUNNO!'
He got blasted back a few feet and got back up, drawing the fancy revolver and it made an energy shield around him
"Woah! Fancy! I'll call you... Fancy! Hah"
A 7'3 man with homemade metal armor was standing outside with a rifle in his hand
"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE! THAT SHOULD'VE TURNED YOU TO ASH!"
Survi scratched his head and said "Uhhhhhhhhh, I didn't wanna turn to ash?"
The attacker looked at him funny
"Well at least I'll tell you my name, it's Tusk!"
"Stupid name, I'm Survi"
Tusk glared at him and charged forward, firing a shot at Survi
as the bullet raced towards him, when they were only an inch away Survi dived a meter away like a dolphin leaping from the ocean
He shot back at Tusk, hitting him in the knee and the bullet exploded, ripping the limb from Tusk's body
Survi dashed faster than your eyes could see; crossing those 15 feet in the span of one one hundredth of a heartbeat!
He raised up tusk and tossed him into the window of a building like a rocket, making him go from 0 to terminal velocity in a second.
CRASH!