No one knew what was happening and if anyone knew they didn't say anything. The people where panicking and fleing the city. Hundreds of thousands where dead, but they didn't rest. London had become a warzone, but the army had left. They had tried to get as many out as possible, but then they vanished. No one seemed to know for sure what had happened, only that they were all alone. All over London groups of survivors to their best to cling to life another day
John looks around the room to find anything useful, but his eyes are drawn to the photos in the wall. He can hear the growls of zombies outside. He wondered what happened to the people in the photos. Did they make it out? Did they die or worse become infected?
"Okay supply check." He mumbled to himself. There was a calmness to the short man. No one would guess the world had ended by the look in his face. He wasn't happy this had happened, but he was a solder. This was just another warzone to him. He was better equipped than most to handle what was happening.
He emptied his backpack in the floor and frowned at the lack of food and water. One bottle of water, some nuts, a can of beans and a pack of beef jerky. He really needed more if he wanted to survive long term. The problem was that he didn't know this part of the city very well and therefore didn't know where to look. John emptied his magazine in to his hand counting the bullets he had left, 14. He had been an idiot for not bringing the rest of his ammo with him. He should get him self a good close combat weapon.
He checked the house for anything useful, but it was mostly empty. He let out a sigh before barricaded him self in the bed room. He sat down on the bed and turned on his phone. There was no service, but he kept it charged anyway. The grid was down, but he used a small solar panel to at least keep the thing going. To his surprise he had a new massage.
"Go towards the phone box. Take the third street to the right, then second to the left. If convenient -SH" The massage read.
John tried to send an answer, but the message wouldn't send no matter what he tried. Used the night to consider if he should do as asked or not. How had this stranger gotten his number? What did he or she want? Was it a trap or something good? He really needed more food and water. How did SH know where he was? The questions kept spinning but he didn't find any answers.
When morning came he still hadn't made up his mind, but his phone had a new massage on it. "If inconvenient come anyway -SH " With that John got up. He had to find out what this SH wanted. Perhaps not the wisest choice, but it was the one he made.
