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Opening his eyes, he looked at the screaming man before him as he approached him slowly. "You... you were dead. How... Where is the wound? I stabbed you in the heart", Luke said with confused and fearful eyes. "I remember", Wolfe said as he swung his hand holding the hook towards Luke. The hook impaled his stomach and came out through his back. Luke could only gasp at the move taken by Wolfe. He grabbed Wolfe's shoulder to stay on foot and looked at Wolfe's face and asked painfully, "What are you?". Wolfe stared straight in his eyes before he said, "I am your death". As life waned from his body, all he could do was stare at him before falling on the ground. Wolfe stood there wothout any movement for a bit, went back, picked two hooks from the ground and started unlocking the door. As he was about to open it, he heard a voice behind him. Tuning back he saw Luke had turned and was growling while standing up looking at him. Wolfe stabbed his head with the hook in his right hand and Luke stopped moving. He picked another hook up from below and opened the door. He stepped out and saw an infected facing the wall. He swung his hand sideways instantly penetrating his brain with the hook and pulling it back. The infected just fell on the ground motionless. Three more turned towards him, and came at him growling. He hit one vertically, damaging the skull. While he threw a hook at other infected not liking the use of hook. He looked around and pulled the curtains along with the pipes. He covered the infected with the curtain, and hit it with the pipe. He pushed one walker with such force that he fell backwards and hit his head on the wall falling down.

Seeing his way was clear, he came out in the reception area, it was filled with more than 20 infected. He quickly scanned the room and found a shotgun hanging on a wall nearby. He quickly lunged and grabbed it. The walkers started walking towards him. He shot first walker in the head, reloaded the gun and shot another one. As he shot, he moved forward towards the counter. When his sixth shot killed another infected, he had reached the counter. A walker came at him, seeing that the barrel was empty, he hit it with the handle rapidly in a short moment heavily. He threw the shotgun at another one and picked up the machete on the main table and put it inside the head of the closest infected. There were still a lot of infected coming at him, but were now blocked by the table between them. He used the opportunity and rapidly struck the machete on whatever he saw moving towards him. Then he noticed that those started coming from the sides as well, he used the base of machete to hit the window. Three strikes and the glass cracked but the infected had already reached him, one even grabbed him. He blocked him with his arm while hit his head with machete killing it. Using its body as the armour, he hit the glass once more and the glass finally broke. He quickly jumped outside and fell on the ground as the infected had grabbed his pant. He got up quickly and ran to the back of the truck. Climbed the back and searched for the gun. Soon enough he jumped down with a M4A1 in his hands and open fired towards the reception. Soon, every infected was dead lying on the ground. As he relaxed, he heard noises from the back at motel gate. Looking at the gate, he saw infected walking in. "Fucking walkers", he said and started shooting them aiming at the head. One down, two down, three down... Like that, dozens of walkers fell on the ground. Soon, all the magazines he had eith him were gone. He thought of bringing out more but quickly dropped the idea and ran towards the truck. He started it and drove it out of the motel leaving for the road.

He drove further and further. He kept driving the truck to the factory where they had stayed for the backup from army. He blew the horn to attract all the walkers outside and took them a little far away before driving over them to enter the factory and quickly closing the gates using chains and lock. He expected that Claire would come back here if she knew that he was alive. He brought out supplies and started exhausting them. He brought out a sleeping bag that had belonged to a soldier, from inside the factory and used it to sleep in the cold. It was the 6th morning since he came here. He woke up hearing the groans of walkers at the gate. He went to the gate with his machete and looked at them. They were trying to force their way in but the chain was holding the gate shut. These days, he passed his time playing with the walkers, killing them with different weapons and from different distance. And today, in between those walkers he saw Smith, who was silently looking at him. He put back his machete, brought out the gun, checked the clips, aimed at one of the walker and said, "let's play", and shoot. He shot a walker in the leg who bend a little before rising again. "No reaction? Well, how about heart?", abd shoot. The walker still didn't fall. "Arms, neck, shoulder, chest, face", he blabbered as he shot the respective body parts but no effect. "Head", *bang*, and the walker fell down just as the bullet hit his head. "Okay, line up everyone. I have a bullet for each and everyone of you", he said playfully while replacing the magazine. Soon, he started shooting them in the head and they kept falling down one by one. 'She's not coming, is she?', he thought to himself before leaving the place. Few more days passed by and thinking that he was waiting for the ghost, he decided to leave the factory.

He decided he should not take the truck with him more so that many supplies and weapons as it would only make him a target. But he couldn't just leave them there for others to take. So he removed the tires of all the vehicles and emptied the fuel into the factory's tank there except a van which he would use and threw the tires randomly inside the factory. Same for the weapon crates and food and medical supplies. There was a basement deep inside the factory, he hid the food and medicine crates there. Went behind the factory and hung the weapon crates to the roof using ropelocks and the sleeping bags. As it was always dark inside, no one would be able to see them unless they are too lucky.

He then put the remaining stuff inside his van, and drove out that evening and his destination was CDC, Atlanta. He kept driving until the gas ran out. He was in the middle of nowhere. He picked up the watch from the sideseat to see the time. It was 2:49 AM. He looked around and it was completely dark with no moon in the sky. He turned off the van engines and lights and closed his eyes to sleep.

The sunlight woke him up but he felt like a car had just passed his truck. As he raised his head looking at the sun above the road. 'If I had put some fuel separately...', he regretted not taking the fuel with him. "So what now?", Wolfe asked looking at his reflection in the mirror. He then smiled and said,"maybe eat first then think". He turned around and moved to the back of the van. He looked at the crates in front of him, 'left for the weapons and right for food', he thought and opened a box in his right. Picked out a can of gooseberry syrup and drank it whole. He threw the can out and looked at another box. "Fuck it", he said before opening another box and bringing out a can of brown bread. He enjoyed eating every piece of the bread. When the can was finished, he looked around for water but didn't find any. So, he walked out and started walking in one direction to search for a house. He walked more than a mile straight in the road before he saw a police car on the side of the road and a house a little further. He quickly paced towards the house. At the front, he called out loudly, "Hello, anybody inside?", silence, "Hello, is anybody in?", there was no response again. This time he started peeking inside through the window while saying, "Is anybod-", but before he could complete, he saw flies in the house. Looking clearly, he saw a dead lady with her skull open. The scene made him want to throw up but he controlled that urge. Thinking that there was no living person inside making this house ownerless, he broke in. As he broke open the door, he saw a dead man sitting on the couch with his brains out. Wolfe just ignored the bodies and entered the kitchen. There, he saw a tap. He opened it. 'So cold', he thought as the cold water touched his hand. He quickly reached out to the flowing water and started drinking until he was full, then washed his face. Unsatisfied, he entered the living room of the owner. Everything in the room was getting dust.He searched the towel and some clothes in the wardrobe that was thankfully not dusty and entered the bath. After a full fifteen minute shower, he came out fresh and ready. As he walked out, he stopped at the door, turned around and looked at the dead owners. Thankful for the hospitality and the bath and clothes, he felt an obligation yo do something for them. So he dragged them out of their house, took them to the field outside, found a shovel at the back and dug a grave for them. After burying them, he sat there for a moment in silence and walked inside once again. He looked at the wall where "God Forgive Us" was written with a paint. He searched whole house and found the paint. He painted all of it so no one would be able to read it. And in the side, he wrote, 'Don't lose hope'.

He looked at himself and noticed that he started smelling of sweat once again. With a smile, he paced towards the bath once again. This time, he packed some clothes in the bag before leaving.