Against the living
The roaring sound of the 2014 Lamborghini echoed through the broken, empty streets of Seattle. It smelled of sulfur and 80 year old meat. The sky was black, for the smoke of the fire that was caused by the erotic bombs, only days before, still lingered in the atmosphere. Inside of the extremely gorgeous car, sat Daryl Dixon. His eyes wild, sweating, coughing, crying, screaming. He stuck his hand out the window and flipped off the whole world. He was speeding about 120 MPH, through the abandoned streets, where only few empty cars still layed. As he drove around the same roads something unusual caught his eye, his 15th lap around. Was it death coming for him as well? Was it one of those things he used to call his neighbors? Was it another living person!? He stopped the car, in a shocking skid, and swung open the door, grabbing his cross bow, and stumbling out of the car. There was nothing there, a bloody stop sign stood still at the corner where he swore he saw a man... Just a mere haulusinating like the ones he had seen every hour for the past few days. Well.. What would you expect, when your whole world was turned upside down, and everyone you knew turned into creatures that tried to kill you. he was obviously going insane! He swore to himself he was the last man on earth. It all started, when he woke up from a bad night at the bar. He passed out somewhere between the boulevards and woke up to all of the horror, the world is now... What, is happening? Maybe he just drank himself to death and went to hell?... Maybe he was asleep, a long coma. Whatever or wherever he was, he was never going to wake up.
