Snippet #2188354

Matthew's feet slammed into the ground, a mixture of fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He leaped over a few mutants and sprinted forwards. He turned slightly, able to see them out the corner of his eye. There's one, two, three... Seven?! Shit! He thought, managing to avoid around five of the mutants by heading for a field. He finally thought he was in the clear..

And then shit happened.

He looked up, and saw one right in front of him. Stun rod raised, he kicked it to the ground and stood over it. "Light's out!" He shouted, and flicked the button for the electricity to turn on in the rod. He then slammed it into the Mutant's head, watching it fry.

He put the rod away, and turned around - No mutants. He assumed the others must've gotten bored or lost his scent.


Matthew let out a long, drawn out sigh, and walked through the field. He looked at a small form of shelter. Curious and both cautious, he walked towards it, hands ready for any combat. He stood behind one of the walls of the shelter, and peered his head in, before standing fully infront of the door. He knocked slowly, worried what might be in there.

"Hello? Anybody here?!"