First glimpse of civilization

In the throes of an adrenaline rush, Arthur's survival instincts kicked into overdrive. With a loud shout, he pulled the dagger from his waist and plunged it into the zombie wolf's neck. Black, oozy blood erupted from the wound, splattering and oozing down his face in a disgusting torrent.

"Fucking disgusting!" Arthur yelled in revulsion but didn't allow the grossness to deter him. He continued to stab the beast, muttering, "Hope this works."

In a moment of desperate ingenuity, Arthur cut himself on the wrist while keeping the makeshift spear in the wolf's mouth. He smeared his blood on the tip of the spear shaft. Then, using all his strength, he jumped onto the wolf's back, holding the dagger tight against the creature's neck with one hand while retrieving the blood-smeared spear with the other.

The zombie wolf, driven purely by its hunger for blood and flesh, instinctively tried to bite at the blood-smeared spear. In its mindless frenzy, it began to run forward, trying to catch its perceived prey.

Arthur, clinging to the wolf's back, laughed in a mix of disbelief and relief. 

"It's working!" he exclaimed as the wolf picked up speed, chasing the makeshift spear that he held tantalizingly just out of its reach.

The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him – riding a zombie wolf like a bizarre, nightmarish steed. But in this world of horrors, Arthur found that sometimes, the most outlandish solutions would keep him alive.

As he was fleeing, Arthur risked a glance back, his heart pounding in his chest. In the intermittent flashes of lightning, he saw the horde of zombies trailing behind him, a ghastly procession of the undead. But among them, two distinct types of creatures stood out, sending a fresh wave of shock through him.

"What the hell is that?" he exclaimed as his eyes fell upon a bloated giant undead. It towered over the others, its massive, distended body moving with a lumbering gait. Its skin was stretched over its swollen form, and its arms dangled grotesquely, almost touching the ground.

Then, there were the glowing thin undead, darting around on all fours with unnerving speed. Their emaciated bodies moved with a predatory grace, their eyes glowing eerily in the dark. They weaved through the slower zombies, their skeletal limbs propelling them forward with alarming agility.

Arthur's grip tightened on the makeshift spear as the wolf beneath him ran even faster, driven by its insatiable hunger for the blood smeared on the spear. The wind and rain pelted his face, but he held on, determined to use this bizarre turn of events to his advantage.

"Let's hope this continues to work," he muttered, squinting through the rain. With a firm hand, he steered the spear toward the west, guiding his undead mount in the direction he believed would lead to settlements.

Riding atop the zombie wolf, Arthur felt a mixture of fear and exhilaration. As the wolf charged through the rain-soaked night, Arthur clung to the belief that somewhere in the west, he might find the remnants of civilization, and perhaps, allies in this desolate world.

As Arthur rode atop the zombie wolf, he couldn't help but curse the god who had brought him to this nightmare world. "Of all the damned, ridiculous situations," he grumbled, holding tightly to his makeshift spear.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, the relentless rain began to ease, and the first hints of sunrise started to appear on the horizon. The world around him gradually lightened, revealing a landscape tinged with the early morning hues.

When the first light of dawn broke across the sky, the wolf abruptly stopped its frenzied chase after the blood-smeared spear. To Arthur's surprise, it began to dig crazily into the ground beneath it. Watching the creature, Arthur realized that the sunlight was a bane to the undead; the wolf was desperately trying to bury itself to escape the light of day.

Quickly, Arthur jumped off the wolf's back, stepping away as the creature continued its frenzied digging. Within moments, the wolf had buried itself in a hastily dug hole, only the top of its decayed form visible.

Arthur poked the half-buried wolf with his makeshift spear and called out mockingly. 

"Come out, asshole." But the wolf only made a guttural noise, clearly unwilling or unable to emerge from its refuge.

Withdrawing the spear, Arthur decided it was better not to provoke the creature further. 

"Better not to push my luck," he said, turning his attention to his surroundings.

He found himself standing amidst a barren landscape, dotted with patches of green flora. Scattered around him were several broken wooden buildings, their structures decayed and ravaged by time. Nearby, tall remnants of statues stood, silent witnesses to a world that had once been.

As Arthur cautiously walked through the desolate landscape, he noticed more holes dug up in the ground. Curiosity getting the better of him, he poked and slightly dug into one of these holes with his spear. To his horror, he found more undead creatures buried beneath the surface, their grotesque forms barely visible in the dim light of dawn.

A chill ran down his spine as he realized the grim reality of his situation. He was standing atop a veritable minefield of undead, all of whom had buried themselves to escape the sunlight. 

"What kind of cursed land is this?" he muttered under his breath, a mix of anger and fear in his voice.

Eager to escape this death trap, Arthur quickened his pace. He needed to find a vantage point to assess his surroundings and plan his next move. Spotting a half-destroyed statue of a man nearby, he decided it would serve his purpose.

Carefully navigating around the ominous holes, Arthur approached the statue. Its once grand features were now marred by decay and the passage of time, a testament to the fall of civilization in this world. He began to climb the statue, using the broken pieces and protruding fragments as footholds.

As he ascended, the view of the surrounding area became clearer. From his elevated position atop the statue, Arthur hoped to spot any signs of settlements, survivors, or at least a safer path to travel.