The Story Of Phillip, The Wanderer.

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The Story Of Phillip, The Wanderer.

Day 1: Awakening

Phillip awoke from his Cryo-pod only to be greeted with a unearthly scream down the hall. He dove out of the window quickly and landed on some gravel. He got up after landing and ran into the forest as quickly as possible. Once he was sure he made it out, he tried to remember any past event from earlier, but nothing came up. He kept on walking in the forest, wearing only a medical gown, and a strange necklace.

He soon came across a small shack in the woods. "Finally! I bet someone is in there!" He said, only when he opened the door, the place was abandoned, crushing his hopes of finding help. He went over to a newspaper on a table and could make out some of the words. "Government declares countrywide emergency as a catas-the words are too stained to make out- and needs all citizens to prepare fo-". The newspaper made Phillip think "Something catastrophic must have happened". He put the newspaper down and looked around the 2 room cabin. He walked over to a closet and found some clothes, and a backpack. He picked the least damaged clothing in the closet he could find and put on the brown t-shirt, jeans, and hoodie. He looked in the backpack but found nothing, so he put it on his back and kept looking around. He found some old boots near the door so he put them on, too bad one had a hole in it. He looked in the cabinets but was saddened by the lack of food or water. Looters may have raided the pantry. He managed to find a can of baked beans, crackers, and one bottle of water. He was just about to give up when he found a hunting rifle in the bedroom, under the bed. His hopes of survival lifted, only to fall back down as he found no ammo for it. He put the supplies he found in his backpack, and functioned a sling out of some rope and screws lying around. He then left the cabin to search for others. As he was walking into the forest again, he heared some rustling in a bush behind him. He turned to see what it was and was met with a fist to the stomach.

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Day 2: Attacked

Phillip was pushed back as someone punched his stomach. He looked up and saw a masked, and hooded man looking at him with crazed eyes. He went to attack Phillip again but he dodged the punch by sidestepping. He backed away a few feet from the looter, but the looter wanted to kill Phillip for his loot. The looter tackled Phil and then as Phillip dropped his rifle and it landed 3 feet away, the looter got back up and grabbed the rifle. He pointed the gun at Phillip and pulled the trigger, laughing like a maniac while doing it. But he was surprised when it only clicked a few times. Phillip smilled and kicked the man in the leg. The man fell again and landed on a rock, surely doing some damage. Phillip got up, grabbed his weapon, and hit the man with the butt of his rifle in the head against the rock. The man coughed up some blood then stopped moving, and died. Phillip froze with fear. "I just killed a someone! Oh no this isnt good." Phillip thought. He tried to regain his wits and decided that he will need some supplies. He thought the man might have some on him. He rolled the body over and realized that when the man fell, he landed on a sharp, spiky rock which had been the real reason for his death. Phillip was disgusted by the wound, and he almost threw up. He would have if he had eaten anything recently. He looked in the man's pockets, and found one rifle bullet, as well as some pastry cakes in his rucksack.

Phillip left the cabin in the woods, and the dead looter, and headed north toward a town he saw on the horizon prior to leaving the forest. He was almost to town when he saw a small band of people walking down the road, with a shopping cart full of supplies and ammo. He thought about going to talk to them, before he realized they were looters. He figured this out by the fact of their crazy body language, masked faces, and vicious looking makeshift weapons. Phillip had hidden in some bushes nearby and waited for them to pass. Once the band of marauders passed by, he resumed his way down the road of overturned cars, and burnt corpses that had decomposed. "How long and when did this apocalypse start?" He thought to himself. He was a few miles from town and saw something out of the corner of his eye in some plantation. A small storage shed lay in some bushes and trees. He walked over to it and was frustrated by the rather intimidating padlock on the door. He looked around and saw some bobby pins and a screwdriver. He remembered playing a few video games and watching some action movies somehow when he thought of lock picking the padlock. He looked at the padlock and tried to lock pick the padlock. His first attempt, he failed and the bobby pin broke. His second attempt was much more successful then the first try. The padlock unlocked and fell onto the dirt. Phillip looked inside and found something both unsuspecting, but also good. A body lay in there, with some cans of 'Salamander Sardines', as well as a bottle of water and, a 'Pearson's Ravager Survival tool'. He took the survival tool, and the other supplies that were there. He was leaving the shed when he heard a loud BANG and a bullet hit his left arm.

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Day 3: Narrow escape.

Phillip didn't feel anything at first, when that bullet hit his arm. He heard a very loud BANG and saw crimson liquid fly from his arm. He looked down and realized he had been shot. Then came the stinging pain. He looked up and saw that the group of bandits had come back and found him, apparently he had disturbed their shed. He ran to an overturned pickup truck, and dove next to it. He heard more gunshots and bullets whizzing by or hitting the truck. Phillip looked at his wound to see what damage the bullet did, hoping he had just been grazed. Wrong. The 22.caliber rifle bullet had sunk its way into his left arm, causing blood to surge from his arm. He quickly looked around and saw some dirty rags and duct tape on the ground. He thought about the risk of infection but he had to worry about the bleeding and bandits after him. Phillip wrapped the rags around his arm and taped it up so it was secure. He peered around the corner, daring to look, he could make out at least 5 people, three had rifles and the other two had vicious looking melee weapons. He quickly pulled back from looking, and narrowly escaped a bullet to the head. He needed to escape now. He looked to the left, a large stretch of plains were there, bad cover and nowhere to hide. He looked to the right, a forest of trees stood there. In front of him was the town not but a mile away. He decided he would be able to duck behind the burned out vehicles and cover between him and the city if he was quick. He planned his route and dove out and landed near an abandoned car. He did similar movements and paths as he made his way up the road. Eventually the raiders pulled off, realizing they had wasted enough ammo trying to kill him. Once the raiders were gone he walked into town.

More burned out vehicles lay on the road, as well as a few bodies that rats the size of small pugs, fed on. Strange birdlike creatures circled above an abandoned apartment building. He decided to go over there and see what was going on. When he got close to the apartment building, he realized it was actually in fairly good shape compared to the other ruined buildings. He walked in and walked up a set of stairs until he reached a room with some great things in it. The room seemed to be someones camp, as there was a small, dim fire in a campfire. Someone was here recently. Phillip decided to make haste a priority above stealth. He went over to a sleeping bag with some things next to it. Phillip kneeled down to see what he had found. He found medical first aid kit, with some clean bandages and painkillers, as well as some water purification tablets. He put the medical bag and sleeping bag in his backpack. He found a grocery bad and decided to use it as a small backpack. He took it and put as much of what he could find in it. Mostly just crackers, a can of baked beans and some water were it. But as he was getting ready to wrap up here, he saw something shine out of the corner of his eye. He looked down to see 5 22.caliber rifle bullets laying there. He happily grabbed them and loaded them into his gun. As he turned to leave a large object hit him in the head, knocking him out.

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Day 4: The Outlanders

Phillip woke up, laying up against the wall. He went to get up but he couldn't. His hands were tied together and his feet as well. Phillip could see in some broken glass that someone had bandaged his head with a rag. He looked around and saw a man probably in his forty's , putting a scope on a gun and occasionally using some binoculars to look outside the broken windows. Phillip tried to speak but only a tired groan came out. The man turned around in his chair and looked at Phillip and smiled. "Ah your awake! Finally..." Said the man. The man put his gun down and walked over to Phillip. He kneeled next to Phillip and said "Why were you trying to steal from me?". "I needed supplies fast, and I didn't know anyone was here." Phillip said to the man. The man seemed to believe him, and then took out his large hunting knife. Phillip's eyes widened and he froze in fear. "Pipe down kid" The man said as he cut the bindings off of his hands and feet. The man stood up as Phillip felt his head for a wound. "Sorry about that kid, thought you were one of them" Said the man and Phillip found a rather large bump on his forehead where he had been hit. "One of them?" Asked Phillip. "You don't know? A band of looters and raiders that call themselves the outlanders kill people and take their stuff but more just for kicks then survival" said the man. "I'm Alandrose but you can just call me Al" Said The man. "I'm Phillip, I think that this outlanders group may have been part of the bandits who attacked me earlier today" Phillip replied. Al when over to his fire and put some more fire wood in it, then returned to his broken window and binoculars for a minute. "What are you looking for?" Asked Phillip. "For bandits, raiders, looters, dog men, and anything else out there that would want to kill me" Said Al. "Well I have to be on my way, can I have my gear back?" Asked Phillip. "SHHHHH" Replied Al who ducked down". "What is it?" Phillip whispered to Al. "Outlander's" He replied back. "How many of them are there?" Phillip asked. "Five, two with axes and three with rifles" said Al. "Kid your gun is over there" Al said as he pointed to his table with Phillips gun leaning up against it. Phillip nodded and grabbed it and loaded a few bullets next to it. "Listen up kid these guys need to get taken care of, They are the scouts and looters of the outlanders". Al got his gun prepared to fire as well. Al put three fingers up and counted down to one and they both stood up and fired.

Phillip and Al fired at the raiders and reloaded a few times as well. One bullet hit a rifleman in the chest, killing him for sure without major medical attention. The 3 of the raiders took cover but one of the melee looters was shot in the head before he could get into cover. The two rifle raiders fired their weapons at Al and Phillip blindly, Nothing even got near them. One of the melee soldiers tried to run before a bullet got him in the back. He didn't survive. Only two bandits with guns were left. One of them stood up to get a better shot and hit Al in the chest with a bullet. Al dropped his gun and fell backwards onto the floor. Phillip saw this and unleashed a volley of bullets into the raider's chest, killing his for sure. The last bandit tried to surrender. Phillip was about to let him go before he tried to fire another round at Phillip. It missed and Phillip took him out with deadly precision. "How was I this good at shooting?" He thought but then remembered Al who got shot in the upper right side of his chest. By then Al lost alot of blood and was only breathing shallowly. Phillip dropped his gun and tried to bandage the wound but Al said "Leave it kid, i'm a dead man anyway. Take my things and get far away from here. That glow in the sky at night may be your only chance of surviving". "Go! let me die in peace" Said Al as he became stiff and died. Phillip wanted to get revenge on the bandits but had to think of surviving and getting to that glow. He took some of Al's things and left, blocking and locking the door so no one would loot his body later. He decided to go to the glow as night descended and he started walking down long a road towards the glow in the night sky.

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