I have been sitting here for a while watching sfc values rise and drop waiting for the moments they go beyond a dollar so I can exchange for more money. I'm a sad human being. It's not real money. It's in a game. Yet I'm taking this so seriously. Lmao
Months had passed, though it felt like years. Starting with only a few survivors, the numbers ever so slowly began to climb. At 30 people, we thought we were safe. It seemed that we might actually win the war against these damned creatures. But just when things were looking up, when the end to The End seemed in reach, a horde of Zed unlike any we'd faced before. One by one the members of my group died. They were picked off, like a child plucking fruit from a bush. When the hordes finally ended there were only 8 of us. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Everyone...everyone was gone. From then we slowly starved. Without any soldiers, we couldn't go nowhere. Our farms had run dry and so it seemed our luck as well. It didn't take long until I was the only on left. A horde hit on the last day. What can I say? I didn't stand a chance. I checked my gun and saw a single bullet. I knew what to do. With my pistol to the sky, I fired my last shot. The world went black.
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