Making FriendZ
I open my eyes to the sounds of the ocean, alone, not knowing where to go or where to begin my search for survival?
I check my belongings, a torch, a battery and the clothes I'm wearing. It's daytime and I can at least see buildings in the distance, so off I go to try and get my bearings. Amidst the emptiness of this once populated area I still hear the birds singing their song, a respite of normality that was once here. I approach a barn and duck inside hoping to find something useful, but alas all I find are two piles of hay. I peer out of the barn looking at the town in the distance looking around the area to see if there is anyone walking around. I feel alone.
I open my eyes to the sounds of the ocean, alone, not knowing where to go or where to begin my search for survival?
I check my belongings, a torch, a battery and the clothes I'm wearing. It's daytime and I can at least see buildings in the distance, so off I go to try and get my bearings. Amidst the emptiness of this once populated area I still hear the birds singing their song, a respite of normality that was once here. I approach a barn and duck inside hoping to find something useful, but alas all I find are two piles of hay. I peer out of the barn looking at the town in the distance looking around the area to see if there is anyone walking around. I feel alone.
