Never Give Up

By James Gonda & Arturo Intelli.

In the desolate aftermath of the zombie apocalypse, Penny—a lone survivor—peered out from her  barricaded hideout. The moonless night cast an eerie darkness over the decimated streets. Relentless moans of the undead echoed in the distance. Gripped by fear, Penny gathered her  courage and slipped out through a broken window, careful to avoid the hungry grasp of the rotting corpses.

Penny, plagued by a sense of unease, navigated the dilapidated streets with trepidation. The remnants of a once vibrant city lay in ruins—its buildings crumbling and stained with the marks of chaos. She stealthily maneuvered through the debris, aware of the threat lurking in every shadow.

Amidst the haunting silence, Penny’s mind raced with uncertainty. She had spent the day fortifying her shelter. But a restless urge for adventure consumed her. Driven by a desperate need to break free from the monotony of survival, she made a daring choice: venture beyond the safety of her refuge. She would risk it all for a taste of life in a world ruled by the undead.

Penny’s heart pounded as she treaded through the desolate streets. She avoided any sign of movement. Moonlight pierced through the thick clouds, casting an eerie glow on decaying corpses strewn across the pavement. The stench of death hung heavy in the air—a constant reminder of the peril she faced.

Reaching a decrepit building, Penny caught a glimpse of a flickering light seeping through a cracked window. Curiosity and caution battled within her. She approached the entrance, her  footsteps muffled by the overgrown vegetation reclaiming the concrete. Peering inside, she saw a group of survivors huddled together, their weary faces illuminated by a feeble flame.

The survivors conversed in hushed tones; their words laden with the weight of despair. Penny, crouched in the shadows, contemplated her next move. She yearned for companionship, for the solace of shared struggles—yet fear of betrayal and the unknown gnawed at her resolve.

Summoning her courage, Penny stepped into the flickering light, alerting the survivors to her presence. Their eyes widened with a mix of surprise and suspicion. Questions and accusations filled the air, testing her trustworthiness. Penny, her voice strained with sincerity, reassured them of her intentions—to find hope in a world overrun by darkness.

United by their shared desire for survival, the group cautiously accepted Penny into their fold. They armed themselves with makeshift weapons, prepared to face the hordes of the undead that awaited outside. Their determination burned brighter than ever. They knew that together, their chances of overcoming the relentless onslaught of the zombies increased.

As the night wore on, Penny and her newfound companions ventured into the treacherous streets, fighting their way through a sea of rotting flesh. Each step was a battle; each encounter was a fight for survival. Their collective strength and resilience carried them forward, pushing back the encroaching tide of undead.

Penny, drenched in sweat and blood, pressed on, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. The once-familiar city had transformed into a labyrinth of terror—but she refused to yield. In this harsh world, she had found purpose, forging bonds with her fellow survivors that transcended mere survival.

Through the darkest hours of the night, Penny and her comrades fought on, determined to reclaim their city from the clutches of the undead. With each fallen zombie, hope stirred within their souls, a flicker of resilience in a world consumed by death. They were the resistance, the last vestiges of humanity, standing strong against the terrors that threatened to extinguish their light. They marched onward, their footsteps echoing with defiance.