Cursed-Samuel Gretin's Origin
What do you want from me? What did I do to you? Better yet, what could I have possibly done to deserve a fate like this? I would think being locked away in this hell hole was bad enough, but you apparently didn't. And of all the things you condemn me to destroy, you choose the undead. Alone, on Alcatraz, with nothing but the screeches, cries, moans, and groans of demon-possessed criminal corpses to keep me company. How long do I have to suffer to get out of this? I don't deserve this. There have been millions before me who have fucked up way worse than I. I'm just a wolf. My fur, that used to be fluffy and white, is now crimson with the blood of my enemies. I'm going to get out of here, you hear me? No curse is too powerful to overcome. Watch out, Satan. I'm just using your minions to warm up.
I wrench my katana out of my most recent victim. I must've killed thousands of these devil spawns, but they just keep coming. I can't help but wonder how there could possibly be this many dead bodies on an island this size.
I quickly close the gate in front of me, preventing the swarm of undead from reaching me. I turn around to see a workbench appear out of nowhere that has a contraption on top that has an indention the size of my weapon in it. I knew who this was from.
"Oh, so now you're being nice." I muttered. "Thanks, but I don't want your shit, Satan." I walk away from it. It must've been my imagination, but I swear I saw someone who was alive in my peripheral vision.
My name, by the way, is Samuel Gretin. Don't ask about that last name, I didn't choose it. This little survival challenge that I've been doomed to started when I was accused of killing the president. Typical humans, blaming the ones that are different. I wasn't the most well-behaved guy, but I don't kill. I was sent to Alcatraz and suffered here for a good ten years before the apocalypse reached us. I was quickly the only one alive, and I didn't care for the others because I had no "friends" here. I found a weapon, and quickly managed to gain enough experience with it to survive using it.
Spending ten unholy years at Alcatraz changed me. I no longer cared for anyone but myself, and I quickly learned that kindness gets you nowhere in a prison like this.
I stopped in my tracks and sniffed the air. The walkers would be here soon. Walkers. That name doesn't fit. These things can sprint faster than I can, and with the benefits of being a furry, that's saying something.
I came across another contraption that looked like it was an infuser for my katana. It didn't have satanic markings on it like the last one, but crosses and other angelic markings. I put my katana in this one, closed the lid, and pressed the button labeled "start". There was a series of blue scans shining out from the machine, a puff of white smoke, and a ding. The lid opened itself to reveal an upgraded katana. Engraved in the blade was the word "Cleanser" in a glowing, icy blue. There were a series of crucifix designs and other angelic marks all over the blade.
I looked to the skies and mouthed a thank you. Maybe God is looking out for me after all. I grabbed the hilt of the blade and drew it out of the infuser. I looked at my body as a wave of power grew from the blade and cleansed my body of the blood and scars of the past week. I also no longer felt the desire to curse.
I closed my eyes and smiled for what felt like the first time in a decade. I could feel my eyes glow with newfound energy and power. I opened them just in time to see the horde show its ugly faces.
"You chose the wrong day to mess with this wolf." I yelled a taunt. I lunged into the horde with unstoppable fatality. My blade sent chain lightning with every hit, and no matter where it made context on the undead, the head came clean off. After a few minutes of this I had severed the last zombie's head.
I walked to what used to be the entrance to this unholy hell hole. It was wide open, unlike the locked down it was when I tried to escape last week.
"Sweet freedom." I said to myself. I walked out to breathe my first breath of a non-imprisoned atmosphere in ten years, and boy did it feel good.