What is it that makes us human? Most would say it was our superior intelligence, but if that was the case then how was it that we were driven to the verge of extinction in such a short time. I always knew that the world was harsh place to live, but I never imagined that it would come to this. Even now as I stood before the corpses of people who just like me were once living, the fact that they were once human didn't register in my head. No, all I saw were obstacles to staying alive. I raised my baseball bat over my head and smashed one of "them" at the side of his face. I had to admit even though the whole world had gone to hell I felt somewhat amused by the situation. It was a like horror movie, am I crazy for thinking this way? If so then I think I would feel better.
How did it come to this? Who knows. But if there was one thing I knew it was that I wouldn't stop fighting. No... Not until I was dead. This is how my story started.
This just to see what people think of it so it doesn't count as a first chapter. So please R&R.