The Radio Crackles, 'Hello Is Anyone out there?' Ah another cry for help , there's no hope left now.
I am a survivor. A Survivor from this nightmare, one of the millions in the city but only one of the few left alive. I'm Held up in a safe house on the suburbs of the city, if I want to get evacuated there's going to be a hell of a lot of bloodshed.
Screams of anger and aggression could be heard for miles from the city and the futile hum of helicopters was drawing to an end, maybe a few gunshots fading into the shadows.
I've lost everything in this apocalypse my house , my job , my friends and my wife. Sometimes I wonder why I go on. The Blood, the screams and the smell. The smell is the worst, the rotting bodies.
I've been preparing for this for 2 weeks but now my food rations are gone and there is no clear water left. I cock my gun grab some ammo and open the door…