Long story short, I died.
Short story long:
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My character awakens in a hospital with a neurological disorder. She doesn’t know what it is or what’s going on. She only has basic t-shirt and pants on and survives through the hospital with a pipe. She’s relatively young and good looking and the person she finds inside is sympathetic, and also has a hatchet. They flee the hospital.
It’s fucking cold out. They get jumped by a Mi-go and can’t get away, and have to fight it. It’s 2 to 1, so they do win, but NPC friend lady is in rough shape and limps along rather sluggishly. My character looks ahead and finds a giant mall swarming with zombies. It’s beginning to get dire, so my character pops some caffeine pills and volunteers to rush in and snatch some food that they need.
It was a rough trek. She didn’t get hurt too bad, but one passing zombie too many cut her arm so bad she couldn’t even use it. She hobbled out with plenty of food and a backpack, but she’s cold and in pain and barely manages to escape the MASSIVE horde assembling outside, drawn by the sound of Blobs stepping on the entirety of a minefield. The two women barely escape, somehow only managing to attract a z-9 out of the dozens of zeds that could have descended upon them and beaten them to paste.
By now it’s a full on thunderstorm and the two are freezing. They limp stiffly to the west till they find a wastewater treatment center, which they decide to use as shelter.
However, there’s nothing in it, and they aren’t getting any warmer. My character again volunteers to go out and reasons that it’s just some fabric they need. She’s just bust a window and bring the sheets back. Anything to keep them warm.
She underestimates the time it’d take to get there. It’s cold, it’s pouring, it’s whipping winds, and it’s now utterly pitch black. But she did find the house, right on the outskirts of the town she woke up in. She goes up to the window-
-which shatters before she can even touch it. Something hot splashes on her legs, and gets hotter, and hotter, and holyshititssofuckinghotitburns-
She’s stunned and shocked and stumbles back around the corner, smashing the window out with her elbow and climbing through, thinking perhaps she could pull a fast one on her attacker-
Except the attacker never left the room. Acid sprays on her legs and feet, and as she hits the floor, the rest of her. She’s in indescribable agony as she drags herself back up through the window, unable to feel the broken glass slicing her stomach and legs, feeling as though every inch of her body is on fire. She couldn’t even feel the acid zombie beating on her as she pulled herself pitifully across the dirt and to the sidewalk, dripping acid across her back, eating through her leather jacket, her kevlar vest, her shirt, her skin, her muscle, and finally her spine.
The impulses telling her heart to beat abruptly stop coming, and so does the pain. Everything goes quiet. Everything’s dark. It’s so cold. She’s so tired…
The corpse would be melted to a gorey paste and washed away in a pink slush, then petrified in the thin layer of ice that would form come morning. If there’s enough of it left, the upper half of the cadaver could very well become one of the animate dead.
Just another casualty in a dead world.
(Also fun fact, the only part of her body with any hitpoints left was the head. That’s still mostly intact, sooo…yeah.)[/spoiler]
