Project Zomboid Dodi ((link))

Somewhere in the dark of his new mind, a last, broken thought flickered:

Dodi sat on a rocking chair with a bottle of bourbon and a revolver with two bullets. The bite had turned purple. His skin felt like hot tar. He’d tied a belt above his elbow, but the infection was already in his shoulder, his neck, his thoughts. project zomboid dodi

Dodi woke to the smell of gasoline and wet copper. The TV in the bedroom was still on—some emergency broadcast about a “Knox Event.” He didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t remember much after the neighbor, Mr. Harkin, started chewing on the mailbox post. Somewhere in the dark of his new mind,

Click.