I started in San Diego when this all went down. Before this all went down my name was Robert Jr, but I used to play lots of video games, like WoW and Call of Duty and I would always call myself Trebor Jr. When the zombie apocalypse happened my name just didn't seem right any more with the world being all backwards, the dead coming back to life and stuff. So I made my name my gamer tag, Robert spelled backwards.
I worked my way across the country and heard this place Colorado should be nice. It's taken me five long years to get here. I finally arrived in Colorado, I had nothing, I had eaten all of my food, drank my last bottle of water and shot the last bullet I had. I fell asleep under a rock and woke up to find my gun gone, my crossbow missing along with my really cool hat, some guy had robbed me blind while I slept, he even took my wallet. After I waking up I wandered into this small town, ironically called Smallville and I ran into this dude wielding a hammer like it was a weapon of mass destruction. I explained to him that I had just gotten robbed blind, and it seemed like he wasn't gonna beat me to death with a hammer and he gave me a backpack, a bottle of water, and a green army helmet. Said his name was Haversman. What a weird name.
So we decided to travel together, you know, I scratch your back you scratch mine, just don't shoot me in the back. We get to this small hideout where we met this dude hiding in a Winnebago. He came out, we talked for about a good five minutes, trying to decide if we were going to kill each other or not. In the end, he gave me his only hammer as a sign of peace and goodwill so he joined our merry little band and we headed north. He called himself Arggo, with two G's. We came across this trailer park where we finally got a decent amount of loot and cleared the place of zombies, or at least all the ones we could find. I found a hammer which I have to Arggo as a gift for him giving me his hammer, but by then all three of us were starving to death. So we decided to move to this resort just a wee bit north of us.
We arrived and found the place swarmin' with zombies. Haversman used his fancy binoculars to scope the place out to see if there were any other humans there that could kill us. He said that it was safe except for the zombies, so we went in there, our hammers a swingin', smashin' zombies brains in. We find ourselves inside this town, we clear out the shopping center and we found a pair of binoculars and I find some flares. After that we made our way to the church, killing some cop zombies along the way, worthless though, they didn't have a gun although I did find a STANAG mag with thirty rounds in it. Hopefully someday I will find a nice rifle to go with it, but for now I stashed it in my backpack and kept walking. I haven't told anyone about the mag yet.
On our way down south we decided to take a nap off to the side of this river and when we woke up Arggo was gone, but everything I had stashed in my backpack was still there including my hammer. I hope we run into Arggo again, he was a good man.
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