Chapter 1: My Living Nightmare
I'm the only one left; I don't even know how long it's been. It's all going to be over soon because my supplies are running out. My sanity is dwindling and I need to go out there to find survivors, but the fact is that I really don't want to die alone. My life sits safely on my bed, my pocket flashlight, my backpack, a surgeon's mask, and a gun with zero bullets. I'm barefoot because shoes just cause too much noise. I live in the only semi-peaceful place in the city, a run down apartment building. You may wonder what my name is, but at this point it just doesn't matter. I lie on my bed and drift off into a dream or it could be a nightmare, I can't tell the difference anymore.
I open my eyes and I see him again for the third night in the row standing in a corner. I lay on the floor in a dimly lit room with the back of the room shrouded in blue curtains. As I slowly rise from the floor I see the room better. A tattered blue chair sitting next to curtains, a table next to it holding a mug with a cappuccino, and him staring at the wall.
The man who wears a box, the man who I've seen for three whole nights, the man who tells me nothing.
"Hello." I say.
No response, this goes on for a while until he finally takes the consideration to speak.
"Try the Coffee." Said the man who wears a box.
I don't question him and for whatever reason I take the coffee and drink it hoping he wasn't lying. The coffee tasted good and that's when my eyesight gets cloudy and I pass out.
I wake up in my bed screaming my lungs out. This continues until I start twitching uncontrollably and fall off my bed. I get up off the floor and calm myself down and I feel my way over to one of my windows. I look outside and the world is still a charred forgotten mess. The window leads to a fire escape but it's been locked for some time now. I look at radio sitting on by my other window and I start tinkering with it. I flip it on but I don't expect to hear anything.
"Survivors…help…room 203."
That's all I hear before I lose the signal.
Survivors' hiding out in this building is an idea I highly doubt because everyone is either dead or one of "Them." I try to shake off this ridiculous idea because even if there were survivors they wouldn't come here. Whether it is foolish or brave I decide to check out this room later. The image of the man wearing the box still runs through my head. Who is he and why has he been in my recurring dreams? I brush off all of these mysterious events when my stomach growls.
"Time to get some food and supplies." I mutter to myself
I haven't eaten in days and the hunger is starting to get to me. I grab my backpack, flashlight, pistol, and pull on my surgeons mask. The mask sounds silly but I'm so afraid of this infection being airborne, so I wear it almost all the time. I creep to the front door of my room and creep into the old decrepit hallway.
An alright chapter, I guess. I'm going to update this often so stay tuned if you like it, the next chapter will be much longer.