8:22:36, June 18th, Chicago Downtown
Nathan woke up with a grunt. Rubbing his head, he stood up and stretched. Looking over the city, Nathan saw fires, though he passed them off as protests. Nathan walked over to the mostly bare fridge in his apartment, grabbing some waffles. He popped them in the toaster, and flicked on the TV. "More talk of the strange virus infecting most of Chicago later, but now, it appears most electricity will go off in about 5 hours. The virus, it appears, makes one lose all memories and causes wanting for cannibalism and higher reflexes. Now, Rebecca, you had a-" The talk stopped with screaming, the camera crashing, and the sickening scene of a bloodied man pouncing on the news anchor and ripping out his throat. The man made strange, horrifying sounds before stopping, moaning, and getting up. Nathan's jaw dropped for a moment, as the waffles popped up. Nathan snatched the waffles and scarfed them down, putting on his sneakers, pants, and sweatshirt. Shoving a spaghetti can and a can of soda into his pocket, Nathan desperately shoved open his door, to see the landlord having her organs brutally ripped out, blood splashing everywhere. Nathan let out a choking gasp, smashing the door into its socket and locking it. Scrambling around, Nathan grabbed his old baseball bat and opened the door. The bloodied man pounced at him, and Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and smashed the bloodied man in the face, knocking it back and causing blood to splatter. The bloodied man growled and charged at Nathan, and Nathan, with a sinking feeling, swung once more. It connected with the top of it's head and the bloodied man (Actually, I'm gonna call them Zed from now on) fell to the ground, dead. Nathan let out a quick breath, wiping his brow. Nathan looked down the hall, and then sprinted to the elevator. He went down to the first floor and ran out to his car, starting it. He flew down the highway, swerving past cars. After about an hour, Nathan ran out of gas. He hopped out of the car, the door opening quickly. Nathan went into a small store and went in the back, to see a M9 and a mag. Nathan snatched it and shoved it in the nearby bag. He then put it on and ran out, to see 3 angry bandits smashing and shooting his truck. Two of them left, telling the other to guard for about ten minutes. The other bandit nodded and sat around, looking at his rifle. He was decked out in militaristic gear, including a beret, bandana, and shades. About 5 minutes later, Nathan knew it was clear. Aiming his M9 at the bandit, he shot the bandit in the head. Nathan grabbed the bandit's bag, vest, gun, ammo, and food and water. Nathan replaced the bag and then Nathan shoved on the boots. Nathan quickly walked away, noting the sound of footsteps. Nathan was about to turn around, when he felt metal against his head and a womanly voice saying, "Drop your gun."
