The starting NPC asked me to kill the Jabberwock, before the beast dashed out from forest and killed the man.
I ran to a hotel in sight. The beast followed me through the yard, knocking down every zombies there.
I ran along the road to the nearest town, bringing with me the Jabberwock. A spitter perched on a parked car, and brought down a cone of green acid, but the beast shook off the liquid and crushed it like a plastic bottle of water. 50 zombies marched from behind a tall building, some fat, some slim, some giving off purple smoke. I jumped and darted, avoiding the horde, but the J clawed through them like a stone sinking into sea foam. Zombies fell along its path, red and pulped.
Looking around, as there were only the Jabberwock and I that moved on the street, I headed to an alley, which led to a small garden surrounded by four houses. Some swimmers shambled and leaned toward me, while a brute was coming with long stride. I halted and looked for an escape, when an electric bolt hit my shoulder. Shaking stars from my sight, I saw a blue corpse standing with cackling lightning. I turned right and ran between two houses, as the Jabberwock swiped through the swimmers, and then tangled with the shocker and the brute. Before I turned the corner and disappeared from their sight, I looked back and saw the brute hit the massive beast so hard that it was flung like a cardboard box.
I ran to another street and circled back, standing on the quiet and bloody street, looking for anything useful I could take. I found a grenade, a pistol, and one hundred 9mm. When I loaded the pistol, a loud howling came from behind with a gust of dead wind, and with the red flesh of zombie brute strewn over its many-beaked head, the Jabberwock emerged on the street, severely battered, veins and muscles twisted by electric shock, but came after me like a charging elephant.
Such commotion drew another troop of zombies to the street. Not far ahead, a line of green zombies staggered along the pavement. I swiftly ran through the line, which embraced the towering yet damaged charging beast. The J lashed its claws to the squishy corpses, with missed hit breaking off car doors along the pavement. There were seemly unending streams of zombies joined the turmoil, and I ran back and forth, leading them to the killing machine.
It was already noon, but it was very cold in early spring. Maybe I should return to the cleared hotel instead of standing outdoors. I pulled the pin of the grenade and threw it to the Jabberwock. The small grenade hit its head and bounced to the ground, and then exploded, taking down this abomination and several zombies nearby. I quickly searched through the aftermath, took a leather backpack and a toolbox, and left before another horde arrived.
When I was about to leave the town, a group of zombies stopped me. I shot them down.
I arrived at the hotel. There was a fire axe on a pulped zombie. I lifted the axe. A good weapon. I also found two first aid kits on the NPC.
