Undead Nightmare

Birds... Mark heard birds. softly at first but they grew louder and louder as his hearing returned. Suddenly the memory's of that day came rushing back, His eyes flung open and were assaulted by blinding light. It took him what felt like a couple minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light. The first thing he saw confused him greatly... Trees! There were trees all around him. "Where the fuck am I?" he muttered to himself as he looked around. Last thing he remembered he was in a city where all the trees were burned to a crisp due to the nuke that had been set off near them.

Tons of questions raced to his mind 'Where was he?' 'How did he get there?' 'How was he even alive?'. He seemed to remember putting a bullet through his brain. Shouldn't that have killed him? or at least made a mark? He felt around his head and body for anything to indicate that he had just been through Hell. Nothing not blood, not torn cloths not even any bruises. He looked beside him and found his trusty magnum on the ground. He found it Full of ammo which confused him greatly. Hadn't he used it all. upon further investigation he found his HK-416 also with full ammo, his knife 4 Fragmentation Grenades 4 Flash Bangs and a gas mask which he remembered he had on before shooting himself.

He got up off the ground to inspect the area around him. He seemed to be in a clearing with trees as far as the eye can see. He had no idea where to go. He suddenly remembered that he had a compass in his pocket, which he promptly pulled out and used. Which way did they say to go when you were lost? North? He shrugged, picked up his weapons, put his magnum in it's holster and decided to Go North.

After what felt like an hour of walking he heard a sound other than the wind or the occasional bird. Screaming. Though faint he definitely heard screaming. He set off running toward the direction of the screaming. What he found blew his mind. A lion with giant bat like wings and a scorpion tail. Attacking what looked to be three... Horses?! No they were to small to be horses but they were definitely equines. Their eyes were as big as saucers and full of the purest terror he had ever seen. His brain couldn't comprehend what he was hearing their mouths were moving and he could hear screaming. 'But Horses don't scream' he thought to himself. He was stuck there watching the scene play out when he heard one of the horse things TALK! Well not talk more yell. But he definitely heard It speaking English!

He raised his weapon and fired off a round that hit the lion thing in the Paw it flinched and roared in pain. Mark stepped forward out of the brush that was hiding him and fired 3 more rounds. 2 hitting it in the side and 1 hitting square in the face. It dropped to the ground dead, a small pool of blood forming under it. He turned his attention to the three equines whose eyes seemed impossibly bigger. He took a step toward them to which they responded by running away screaming. This day was getting more insane by the minute.