It was difficult to sleep when you live every day in fear that a horde of zombie could eat you alive the second you let your guard down. This is why yawns constantly came out of Dennis Briggs's mouth as he walked down a relatively empty neighborhood in the suburbs with nobody...or nothing in sight. Dennis has always been alone ever since the apocalypse started two years ago and many years before then. Part of the reason was because...well the man wasn't very good when it came to being with other people but he also found it difficult to rely on others thanks to previous incidents. Besides, it was much easier to watch his own back instead of worrying about the well being of others.
"Stupid piece of shit." Dennis muttered under his breath while using his habitually vulgar language. The brunet swatted away a fly which had decided it would be a good idea to land on top of his hair which he always made sure to keep short as possible with the pair of scissors in his backpack. The tall man sighed in frustration as the fly flew away and he scratched his chin which always itched because of his stubble beard. He tried to shave his beard as much as possible but it was practically impossible to take it off completely with just a knife without scratching his face a billion times.
If Dennis had to take a guess, he'd probably be turning twenty nine later this year but he stopped counting the days soon after the outbreak started so he couldn't say for sure. He didn't really care about age too much as he readjusted his mostly empty backpack. Dennis was running dangerously low on food and ammunition for the pistol he had in his right hand so he had come to this town in hopes he'd find something that would aid in his survival...he just hoped that he didn't run into any other survivors, who were sometimes more dangerous than the zombies, as he walked down the empty road.
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