He doesn't remember anything. Well, anything about who he is. He knows he's a person, he remembers others like himself laughing, talking, living lives. He remembers something about a war, or was it a star, or a new car, whatever that is. Upon opening his eyes he was greeted with the flickering lights of an decimated subway line. To his left the tunnel had collapsed and judging by the throbbing in his head something had hit him and knocked him out.
Perhaps I should inform the authorities of this unfortunate event He couldn't help thinking. He stood up confused by the sharp pains in his limbs and the unmistakable taste of iron in his mouth. Almost like blood,
Hmm, I must have bit my tongue. A weight at his side drew his attention, as he without fumble drew a large pistol from it's holster. Engraved on it's side was the word "SKECK".
Hmm perhaps that's my name? skeck is a corporation from fallout tactics I believe
In a haze Skeck, stumbled along the subway tracks looking for a station. He soon realized that they had fallen into deep disrepair. Perhaps, an earthquake, or commies, or owww I should stop thinking it's hurting my head. It wasn't long before he encountered a human. Well what he thought was a human. Excuse me, sir I seem to be quite discombobulated, could you point me in the direction of the nearest station exit? he asked in a polite British accent apparently. He soon found that the man was held up only by a single railway spike through his head. He cautiously examined the man, and was alarmed to discover that he was a ZOMBIE!!! Oh bother, there's been a zombie apocalypse, must have been the commies owww.. stop thinking stupid brain! He made his way through the ruined subway stopping occasionally to pick up the odd bottlecap along the way. Not once did he question his urge to hoard these pieces of trash, he was too averse to the pain of trying to think.
Soon he found a station and made his way out into the now bright sunlight. Eyes squinting he stumbled up the nearest hill to get a good look around him. Upon breaching the crest he was assaulted by the true devastation of the world around him. Broken down highways, the subway station in ruins. Erosion of all things constructed. I may be the last surviving human on the face of the earth, owww god damnit It was at this moment while clutching his head in pain that he noticed movement in the distance. Something alive, something human? Something tasty, owww that was creapy.
Perhaps this is where he finds the group, or finds someone to lead him to a town, or worst case scenario show him a mirror, he he.
