A man was laying against the door breathing heavily. He got up and collapsed on the hotel room's bed and closed his eyes for a moment. He rubbed his eyes and he looked at the clock. "10:30" he looked at the ceiling and sighed. He got up and got his backpack and put it by the bed.
He got the spare bed laying against the door and he sat on the bed and scrounged through his belongings. He pulled out a tape recorder and stood up. He cleared his throat before hitting the record button.
"Hello my name is Vince Alverez, I am a survivor of this broken world," he hit the stop button and sighed and closed his eyes again and thought of his past before it changed.
"Day 1, successful run got a machete and a rifle, Remington bolt action no scope, the dead have been changing I don't know if anyone knows this, and if they do I don't know if they lived to tell the tale, these monsters are undergoing major chemical and bodily affects," Vince said keeping his tone low.
"One of them leapt an incredible distance, I have named it a leaper, he was wearing a hoodie and had sharp claws and teeth," he said.
"I was able to kill it before it saw me, though I did notice blood on its lips and it smelled terrible, I hope whoever it found had a swift death," Vince said.
"If anyone finds this I will most likely be dead, if you see me as an infected don't hesitate please," He said.
"Ill check in every night to just record my thoughts, this is Vince Alverez wanting this nightmare to end," he said before clicking the recorder to stop. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he looked out of the window.
Every building had noticeable wreckage, one even had half a plane sticking through it. Vince looked at the street and his eyes widened. Something that could have put the Hulk to shame with the shear amount of muscle stood in the road. It seemed dormant just standing there doing nothing.
"What to call you?" Vince thought as he searched for names in his head.
"Troll seems to fit," Vince said as he closed the blinds on the windows and then laid on the bed.
He closed his eyes for a bit before his stomach growled. He went to his bag and groaned. He left the spare food at the house he searched earlier. He grabbed the last can of peaches he had and took out his Kabar knife. He cut the lid off and started to eat the peaches and ate them slowly knowing this may be his last bite of food for a while.
When he was done eating he set the can down and laid it by his head before laying down and closed his eyes. He slept peacefully as the night dragged on and was soon awake by 8:30 a.m. He packed up his and tore down the bed so he could access the door when he was about to open the door he heard a scream in the alley below his window. With quick reflexes he opened the blinds.
"I'm coming!" He yelled before jumping onto the fire escape.