Scenario:It been 10 years since the zombie outbreak, a young boy and his family lived out in their cabin in the woods surviving, his family taught him to survive, hunt for food, lay traps, start fires and learned to use a bow and arrow since it didn’t make a lot of noise. During the apocalypse his family died and the boy had to learn to survive on his own, now this boy is a young man doing well to stay alive and he stays away from other colonies and survivor groups because he does want to deal with the hassle. Until one day there were a group of survivors on the run he was reluctant at saving him but in is better judgment he did any and then he learns a terrible secret of why they were on the run.
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It been 10 years since the zombie outbreak, a young boy and his family lived out in their cabin in the woods surviving, his family taught him to survive, hunt for food, lay traps, start fires and learned to use a bow and arrow since it didn’t make a lot of noise. During the apocalypse his family died and the boy had to learn to survive on his own, now this boy is a young man doing well to stay alive and he stays away from other colonies and survivor groups because he does want to deal with the hassle. Until one day there were a group of survivors on the run he was reluctant at saving him but in is better judgment he did any and then he learns a terrible secret of why they were on the run.
Ethan
He is a lone survivor living in the woods,avoiding other colonies and survivor groups. He is resourceful,determined,and wary. After his family's death,he learned to survive on his own,mastering skills like hunting and firemaking. He prefers solitude but occasionally helps strangers in need,like a pregnant woman and her companion. Ethan avoids social conflicts and focuses on staying alive,keeping a low profile amidst the postapocalyptic world.
Ethan's Companion
He is a survivor who accompanies the pregnant woman. He is brave,protective,and selfsacrificing. He tries to help the woman reach safety but is attacked by zombies,losing his life protecting his friend. His bond with the woman is unclear,but he risks his life to protect her and entrusts Ethan with her safety after his passing.
Pregnant Woman
She is a survivor fleeing from a dangerous situation. She is anxious,desperate,and grateful. Her companion is attacked while trying to help her,leaving her alone and worried. She stumbles into Ethan's cabin seeking refuge and assistance. She has a troubled past with violence and fears for her baby's safety. Her presence forces Ethan to reconsider his isolation and provide aid,despite initial reluctance.
It had been ten years since the outbreak, and my family and I had been doing well.
We lived out in the woods in our cabin away from all the other colonies and survivor groups.
My family taught me how to survive, hunt for food, lay traps, start fires, and even how to use a bow and arrow since it didn’t make a lot of noise.
We did well until one day they didn’t.
I was left all alone with no one to even bury them.
I learned to do that myself as well.
After the death of my family, I learned to do everything on my own.
I went from being a child to an adult overnight.
It wasn’t easy, but I had no choice.
I had to learn or die, and I wasn’t ready to die.
I did well for myself until one day I wasn’t doing so well.
I was out hunting when I got caught in a rainstorm.
The cabin was too far away, so I looked for somewhere to take temporary shelter in until it passed.
That’s when I saw it, an abandoned gas station with a small attached garage.
I cautiously entered the building checking for any signs of zombies.
There weren’t any, so I decided to wait it out there.
I drag the heavy metal shelf across the grimy floor, grunting with effort as it screeches against the concrete.
The rusty legs scrape and groan, making me wince at the noise.
I know I should be trying to be quiet, but I need to block the door.
I push it into place, bracing it against the entrance.
It won’t hold for long if anything tries to get in, but it’s better than nothing.
The rain pounds against the tin roof of the garage, threatening to drown out any other sounds.
I check my bow string, relieved to find that it’s still dry.
I move further into the garage, looking for a place to hide and wait out the storm.
My eyes land on a workbench tucked into a corner, partially hidden by a stack of crates.
It’s not perfect, but it will have to do. I move over to the workbench and clear off some of the old tools and parts that are scattered across its surface.
Some clatter to the floor as I push them aside, making even more noise than I want to.
But I need a clear view of both entrances if anything comes in.
The storm rages on outside, wind howling through the gaps in the walls of the garage and rain pounding against the roof.
I crouch behind the workbench, arrow nocked and ready in my bow.
I watch as water starts to seep under the door I blocked with the shelf.
A flash of lightning illuminates the dark garage, making me jump.
I see shelves stacked with dusty auto parts and tools hanging from hooks on the wall.
There are crates and boxes stacked haphazardly around me, casting long shadows in the dim light. The thunder crashes overhead, so loud that I feel it vibrate through my chest.
The air is thick with humidity and electricity, and I can feel it crackling in my hair and along my skin.
Then, in the brief silence between thunderclaps, I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.
Through the gaps in the metal shelf, I see two figures stumbling towards the garage.
A man is half-carrying a woman, who is obviously heavily pregnant.
They’re both soaked to the bone and look like they’ve been through hell.
The woman clutches her swollen belly with one hand and holds onto the man with the other.
They’re moving slowly, but they’re heading straight for the garage.
As they get closer, I can see that they’re both covered in cuts and bruises.
The woman’s face is twisted in pain, and she’s breathing heavily.
I can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or something else.
The man looks like he’s about to collapse himself, but he’s trying to keep going.
As they reach the door, the man starts pounding on it frantically, shouting for help. "Please! Let us in!"
He yells over the storm.
"We need shelter!"
I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should let them in or not.
I’ve had bad experiences with survivors before, and I don’t know anything about these two.
But the woman cries out in pain again, and something about it tugs at me. I slowly move the shelf aside just enough for them to slip through.
I keep my bow raised, arrow nocked and ready to fire if necessary.
The man stumbles inside first, followed by the woman, who doubles over in pain as soon as she gets through the door.
The man catches her by the shoulders and helps her over to a stack of crates, where they both collapse on the floor.
As soon as they’re inside, I hear more footsteps approaching outside.
They’re lighter this time, but there are more of them.
And then I hear it - a low growl that sends a chill down my spine.
I push the metal shelf back against the door, bracing it as best I can.
The growls get louder, and I can tell that whatever is making them is right outside.
The woman clutches her stomach, wincing in pain, while the man looks around frantically for another way out.
I keep my bow trained on the door, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.
The man whispers something to the woman, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.
His eyes flicker towards me, and I can see the fear in them.
But he doesn’t say anything to me.
He just keeps his attention focused on the woman and whatever is happening with her.
I glance up at the small window near the ceiling, noticing that it’s covered in grime and cobwebs.
It looks like it hasn’t been opened in years, but it might be our only way out. The growls get louder, and I can tell that whatever is making them is trying to get in.
I motion for the man and woman to stay quiet, hoping that whatever is outside will go away if it thinks no one is here.
But the growls only get louder, and I can tell that they’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
I slowly move over to the window, keeping my bow trained on the door as I go.
I reach up and grab hold of the rusty handle, pulling it open with a loud screech.
The rain pours in through the opening, soaking me instantly.
I help the man lift the woman up towards the window, her face contorting in pain as she grabs hold of the frame.
The rain pours in through the opening, soaking us all even further.
I keep my bow at the ready, scanning the dark outside for any sign of movement.
The man struggles to push the woman up through the window, his hands slipping on her wet clothes.
She grunts with effort, trying to pull herself up and through.
I hear the growls get louder at the door, and I see the metal shelf start to shake under the force of whatever is on the other side.
"Hurry!"
I shout, keeping my bow trained on the door.
The woman’s face twists with effort as she tries to pull herself up.
Her companion grunts and pushes her from below, trying to help her through the window.
The rain continues to pour in, making everything slippery and slick.
I glance back at the door, hearing the growls get even louder.
The metal shelf shakes more violently now, and I can see it starting to bend under the pressure.
The man’s face is twisted with fear and determination as he pushes the woman upwards.
She’s almost through the window now, her legs kicking in mid-air as she tries to pull herself up and out.
Just as she starts to make progress, the door behind me bursts open, revealing a snarling beast charging straight for us.
"Get her out first!" the man shouts, his voice cracking with desperation.
The woman gasps, "I can't leave you behind, not now!"
"You have to," he insists, eyes locked on mine, "She's not just our child—she's the cure."
I release the arrow, watching as it flies straight and true, striking the beast in the shoulder.
The creature stumbles back, snarling and growling in pain.
I quickly load another arrow into my bow, keeping it at the ready.
The woman grunts with effort, her wet clothes clinging to her as she struggles to pull herself through the window.
The man pushes her up from behind, his hands slipping on her slick clothing.
"Keep moving!" I shout, watching as the beast recovers from my first shot.
It lunges forward again, its jaws open wide.
The man grabs a nearby wrench, swinging it at the creature to distract it long enough for the woman to get out.
I keep my bow trained on the beast, waiting for a clear shot.
The woman finally pulls herself through the window, landing on the ground outside with a thud.
I take aim at the creature’s head, but before I can fire, it lunges forward again.
I duck out of the way just in time, hearing its claws swipe through the air where I had been standing. The man swings the wrench at it again, trying to keep it distracted long enough for me to get out too.
I quickly climb up onto a crate and push myself through the window, landing hard on the ground outside.
As I look back at the warehouse, I see that it’s completely engulfed in flames now, smoke billowing into the air.
The man stands alone inside, eyes meeting mine one last time before he disappears into the inferno.
I grab the woman’s hand, pulling her to her feet as we sprint away from the burning building.
The heat from the fire sears our backs, and smoke fills our lungs, making it hard to breathe.
We run through the rain-soaked woods, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire behind us.
The woman clutches her stomach, wincing in pain, but she keeps running alongside me.
I glance back over my shoulder and see that the entire warehouse is now consumed by flames, with no sign of the man who had fought so bravely to save us.
We finally reach a small clearing, where I guide the woman over to a fallen log and help her sit down.
I check on her condition, knowing we can't stay here for long.
I bandage up the wound on her arm, using strips of my own shirt to try and stop the bleeding.
She winces in pain but doesn't make a sound, her eyes scanning the dark woods around us.
I finish wrapping her arm and stand up, peering into the shadows to see if there’s any sign of movement.
The rain has slowed to a gentle patter now, but the air is still thick with the smell of smoke from the burning warehouse.
As I listen intently, I hear a faint rustling in the bushes nearby.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
The woman grabs onto my arm, her face filled with fear.
"Did they follow us?" she whispers, her voice trembling.
"I don't think so," I reply, though I'm not entirely sure.
She looks at me, eyes wide with urgency, "We have to find the others; they need to know about the cure."
I pull her closer, whispering, "We'll get through this together."
The rain continues to fall around us, the sound of it pattering against the leaves and branches creating a soothing background noise.
She nods weakly, her face pale from the pain and exhaustion.
I take off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, trying to keep her warm.
We sit back down on the fallen log, listening to the distant crackle of the burning warehouse.
I scan the dark woods for any sign of movement, my bow at the ready by my side.
The woman leans against me, her breathing shallow and labored.
I can feel her trembling with fear and cold, so I hold her tighter, trying to offer what little comfort I can.
As we wait in silence, I hear a faint rustling in the bushes nearby.
"Who's there?" I call out, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me.
A figure steps into the dim light, and I recognize him instantly.
"It's Marcus," he says, his voice urgent, "I know where the others are, but we have to move now."
I help the woman stand, supporting her weight as we follow Marcus into the dense woods.
The rain has stopped, but the air is still heavy with moisture, and the ground beneath our feet is slick with mud.
The woman winces with every step, clutching her stomach in pain.
Marcus moves quickly ahead of us, glancing back occasionally to make sure we're keeping up.
I keep my bow at the ready, scanning our surroundings for any signs of danger.
The only sounds are the rustling of leaves and snapping of branches underfoot.
As we trudge through the woods, I notice that the woman seems to be struggling more and more with each step.
She's breathing heavily, and her face is pale and clammy.
I glance over at Marcus, who notices my concern and quickens his pace.
We finally reach a small clearing, where I see a faint light in the distance.
Marcus leads us toward it, promising that it's a safe place for us to rest.
As we approach the light source, I realize it's a small cabin nestled among the trees. Marcus opens the door and motions for us to enter.
The woman stumbles inside, collapsing onto a nearby chair.
I follow behind her, closing the door and leaning against it to catch my breath.
Marcus looks at me with a serious expression, "We need to get moving soon," he says, "the others are waiting for us."
I nod in agreement, knowing we can't stay here for long.
But as I glance over at the woman, I realize she's not going anywhere anytime soon.
She's hunched over in her chair, clutching her stomach in pain.
I kneel down next to her, asking if she's okay.
She nods, but I can see the pain in her eyes.
I help her up and lead her to a worn couch in the corner of the room, where she collapses with a sigh.
I look around for something to give her and notice a bucket of water nearby.
I grab it and hand it to her, telling her to drink slowly.
She takes small sips, her hands shaking as she holds the bucket.
Marcus paces back and forth near the door, glancing at us occasionally with an impatient expression.
I ignore him, focusing on the woman in front of me.
As she finishes drinking, I check on the wound on her arm again, making sure it's clean and bandaged properly.
She winces as I touch it, but doesn't say anything.
Marcus stops pacing and looks at us, "We need to get moving," he says urgently, "the others are waiting for us."
The woman looks up at him, her eyes filled with determination, "We have to tell them about the cure," she whispers, "they're waiting for us."
I nod in agreement, knowing we can't stay here for long.
Marcus steps closer, his voice low but firm, "There's something you both need to know first—it's not just the cure they're after; it's you."
The woman looks at him, confusion and fear mingling in her eyes, "Me? Why me?"
He hesitates for a moment, then says, "Because you're the only one who can replicate it."
I help the woman drink some more water, making sure she's stable before checking on her wound again.
Marcus paces back and forth near the door, glancing at us occasionally with an impatient expression.
The woman looks up at him, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
Marcus steps closer, his voice low but urgent, "We need to leave now," he says, "the others are waiting for us."
She nods weakly, still trying to process what he just told her.
I keep my bow close by my side, watching Marcus's every move carefully.
As we prepare to leave, I notice the woman's breathing is shallow and labored.
I decide we need to give her a little more time before moving.
Marcus looks at me impatiently, but I shake my head firmly, indicating that we're not ready yet.