dranka temren's Story

Dranka opened his eyes with a start. The nightmares seem to have gotten worse. Of course this was expected, after all he still hadn’t left the nightmare he was living through.
He sauntered over to the window and checked the sun. ‘Midday, damn it I overslept’ he thought to himself. Ever since he ran out of batteries for his alarm he has been having trouble waking himself up. He packed up his bedroll and sword, as he always did every morning.
He slowly opened his door and looked for any undead, it was clear. He managed to get to the street with no trouble, reminding himself to remember the building in case he every came back to this part of the city.
After about half an hour of travel he realized that he hadn’t seen any zombie, which seemed strange considering the place was crawling with them the night before. Something must be drawing them away. He knew that he probably should stay away from what ever was attracting them, but curiosity got the better of him and he started to move to the centre of the city, where he could get a good view of the whole city.
As he approached the centre, he heard the low growl which meant a large amount of zombies, probably moving in a group. Then he heard something he didn’t expect, a high pitch scream of pain. He broke into a sprint as the scream got louder. He rounded a corner and saw hundreds of zombies converging on a certain point. He stopped where he was and backed around the corner so he couldn’t be seen. He estimated at least 300 and at the centre of them he something very unexpected indeed, 6 people, normal people. They were covered in bite marks and scratchs and running as fast as they could, though Dranka knew from experience that they were goners. So with a dismal heart he started to run in the opposite direction to the small horde and broke into a jog, hoping to distance himself as much as possible.

wow today is really starting to turn out strange thought dranka i've actually to find 8 survivors in one day, but the other 6 are... Dranka stopped himself their so as to stop any memories from coming back. instead he focused on the two living humans he found. they were talking but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

he could go over and talk to them, learn their names and maybe some other information, like why they were here. he decided against it. it would only end in two ways, either they ask him for help or they just kill him, both of which he wouldn't want. he decided he would just follow them and see what they do, so if they do something stupid, like set off a flair, he could get away with no problem

the female human started to seem like she was going to move so dranka prepared his pack and sword. this may lead him to trouble but he just couldnt leave a possible gold mine to just walk away.

Dranka just couldn’t believe what he was seeing, survivors coming out of the woodworks. After everything that’s happened in the past few months it just seemed too good to be true
Dranka had stationed himself on a low-lying building with a pair of binoculars, watching things play out. So far he’d seen six living people all converging around a gas station. Makes sense, food, shelter and fuel but by the simple fact that supplies are limited this situation could end in conflict. Hence why Dranka was up here rather then going in there himself.
He pulled out an packet of stale biscuits and prepared for the show

he had followed their actions closely, watching their every move with much intent. really he knew they were experienced, or at least some of them were.
he decided he would introduce himself, they seem friendly enough. not now of course too much dead. he would have to follow them until safety is available for both the group and dranka himself