July 25, 2023.
3 days into the apocalypse.
It feels weird to call it an apocalypse. It's almost like the beginning of those classic zombie movies and games. The only difference is, I'm no main character. I don't get any plot armour or super powers or super skills to defend myself.
I'm just a regular guy who can die any moment if I take one wrong step.
Speaking of steps, the pain in my leg have worsened. I've applied some pain relief spray and wrapped it up with some bandage.
That also reminds me, I've done some snooping around in this apartment.
Appearantly, this place belongs to some guy named Jerome. From the pictures of him hanged on the walls, it appears he is probably hispanic. I found an ID card of him, which states he is an architect. Also, it appears he has a girlfriend too, based on the pictures I found in the apartment.
Well, thank you Jerome for letting me stay in this apartment. Hope you and your girlfriend managed to escape to safety before shit hit the fan.
There's some left over pizza in the fridge, along with a half eaten rottisserie chicken, that I'm pretty sure is more than two days old, and some fruits. I have some snacks on me too. All the food combined will last me for another few days if I ration it properly.
The water is still flowing through the taps and the electricity is still available, so that's a good news.
As for the apartment I'm taking shelter at, it's a one bedroom apartment with a bathroom, living area and a kitchen area that's also being used as the dining room. All rooms are decorated with adequate furnitures and stuff.
There is even a small LCD TV in the living room. I've turned it on a few times to check out the news. Things don't seem to be doing so well. There are bombings going on, armed forces have been utilized to keep the spread at bay, and it appears the spread is happening all over the world, not just USA. Africa, Russia, Europe, India, China... name it and the spread is happening there.
So far, I think I'm good to stay here for a while, but I have to figure out a way out of here soon. Out here, the chances of my survival are very slim. If I manage to reach one of those Quarantine zones, I think I might be safe there.
So that's the plan. Get my leg healed up, and then travel to the closest Quarantine zone.
I just hope I can make it out of this alive and intact.