Desolation
By: Midnight-Mist49
Prologue
It had been twenty-eight days since the outbreak, since almost all of London was thrown into complete chaos. Very few survived, and most that did were infected. The virus was horrible. It spread through blood, turning innocent people into ravenous killers. The host became unappreciative of humanity, and only sought to kill. Mothers against children, relatives against family members, even brothers were torn apart by the infestation.
Twenty-eight days.
Cole Martin awoke to the smell of rotten flesh. He lay inches away from a dead infected. Blood dyed his dark brown hair, a brilliant red. His green eyes, clouded in the haze. He sat up, feeling gravel under him. He looked around, and noticed he was on a roof. He couldn't remember anything. His friend James lay unconscious a few feet away. He looked out over the rooftops at the red-orange sunset. It didn't seem as beautiful as it did before.
I know its short, but more will come. Thanks for reading!