Workshop's Tale - Part 2

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It was no use though for our hero was slowly forced to watch his friends die, night after night and he new that soon his end was near. On the last day when all around him where dead and all seemed lost, he collected his belongings and grabbed a water pistol, pushing open the gates he turned one last time to look at the town he loved, now just a shadow of its glory days he again turned and set off into the wasteland. The sun beat down, the heat almost unbearable our hero marched on into the endless rolling sand dunes. Fighting off a damn zombie ambush whilst searching for a drink at an old hydraulic pump he found.

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Our hero thought his end was near. Sunburnt, no food, no water just an empty super-soaker and a case of the wasteland blues he sat on a rock to watch the sunset. Looking one last time at the horizon our hero gave up hope, lay on sand and went to sleep. His dreams were of his friends, of his time in the workshop and of the hate he had of those damn undead. pain, Pain, PAIN!

Our hero awoke his leg now swarmed by Rats chewing and gnawing him, our hero freaked jumped up and flailing like a fool went running from the viscous chewing rats, he ran, he ran,

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he ran until he collapsed pain still shooting up his leg he lay there in the sand and cried dry tears until he could hear the moans around him getting louder and closer. He was no coward our hero so he stood ready to face death ready to go down swinging. As his eyes scanned the ever darkening gloom he spotted a low wall, a camp fire and a gate, the dehydration had finely taken his mind, at least the zombies wouldn't get it. But no.

There where voices a low muttering and intermittent laughs, he was saved it was another town. Summoning all his might he headed toward the gate.

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"WHO GOES THERE? If you moan I'll freak-en shoot, SPEAK!" the voice rang out in the darkens. Our hero called out "I'm, I'm Workshop. Where am I?"

A guardian stepped out from behind the gate, "Welcome, you’re in the Palisades of Winter."

Author : r3dd3r