*Roar*

Percy sprinted faster, his raven hair ruffled roughly as locks of them stuck to his forehead with sweat sliding down towards the worried creases and down the sides of his face, his sea-green eyes looking around panicked while he clutched an arm-sized shotgun in both his hands and a bag slung across his back. The clear blue t-shirt with wavy design hung on his chest, ragged and torn from edges and claw marks visible behind the ripped areas.

"Fucking hell, die already you freaks!" he shouted as he turned around swiftly and within a second, shot two slugs into the head of an incoming figure, successfully exploding its head from the rest of the body, "That should do it."

The sounds of growling deafened slightly and Percy sighed heavily, leaning against the wall of the alley he had cornered himself into. The wall on the end seemed to be fenced but he was confident that if need be, he could make the jump.

"Ci…ti…zens…" a voice echoed garnering Percy's attention and he crept slowly, the grip on the trigger tightening as he peeked out of the corner of the alley and on the screen at a massive building, a pale woman with blonde hair and glasses on top of her hair instead of covering her eyes spoke, "Ame…rica… in… dan… ger… Zombie… rampant…"

The screen flickered and glitched before turning completely black, leaving the area in complete darkness, save for the few streetlights that were miraculously still working. Looking around, Percy heard the distant growls of the undead zombies getting louder and so, with a hitched breath, rushed out again, jogging at a pace that would allow him to outrun the zombies. He had to try and get into an abandoned penthouse as soon as possible to regain his strength.

'Water,' he reminded, 'I need water and food too.'

Maybe fate was smiling down on him, which he sincerely doubted, as he found himself in front of a supermarket. Looking around, he couldn't see any humans or zombies which he was glad about but also something that raised red flags in his mind. Peeking inside his shotgun, he grimaced at the sight of 4 slugs. Was this a risk he wanted to take?

As if in response, his stomach growled angrily and he surrendered to it and slowly crept inside, hiding behind anything that he could so he wouldn't expose himself right off the bat. Fortunately, there were no traces of zombies but he chalked it up to the lack of lighting as he noticed the exploded tubelights attached to the roof. It was impossible to tell if it was intentional or not but he decided to ignore and quickly gather some supplies and find an isolated area to spend the rest of the night.

"Come on," he said frustratingly as he struggled to find a bag to put the resources in. Going to the cashier, he managed to find a few plastic bags - the reusable kind - and hurried over to the aisles. Giving them a quick look, he started stocking up on bags of ready to eat food so he wouldn't have to cook anything.

Percy sprinted between aisles as fast as he could, his legs shivering slightly from the exertion and by the final aisle, he crashed to the floor. Sweat cascaded down his brow and threatened to slip into his eyelids whilst his t-shirt clung to him dearly. He really wondered what brought the world to this stage.

Now that he was alone and had a moment to rest, thoughts began to enter his mind. Had he been running for 4 days? Or 5 days? He was losing count. Perhaps, he argued as he looked at the ceiling as he lay on his back, this was the end of the world.

The gun suddenly felt heavy in his grip and he released it from his grasp, allowing it to fall to the floor. He realized that he would need more bullets or another weapon to deal with the undead zombies if he wanted to survive.

'But what will I even do by surviving as the last human?'

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a feral growl nearby which successfully got his adrenaline flowing again as he picked the shotgun and sneaked to the edge of the aisle. Gazing slightly towards the source of the noise, he spotted a black furred dog standing upright, red eyes glowing as it turned its head around, as if it was searching for something.

It growled slightly as it sniffed and Percy backed away as the beast's head slowly began turning towards his direction. Holding his breath, the raven-haired man began crawling backwards towards the mid-section of the aisle. He wasn't sure if the dog was affected by the zombie bites or not but it wasn't something he wished to discover, nor did he want to hurt any dogs.

There was silence around the store and Percy tried to focus on the dog's footsteps and random growls to gauge its distance from him. It was definitely looking for something and Percy hoped that something did not mean someone, or more specifically, him. Ruffles of packaging echoed and Percy watched from between the gaps in his aisles from empty and displaced items on shelves as the dog grabbed a few packets of chips and, rearing his head up, sprinted out of the ajar door.

So, maybe zombies weren't smart but dogs seemed to be as they can open doors. Without wasting a moment, Percy quickly closed the door and to make sure nobody could open it, pulled a trolley and propped it under the handle to ensure the handle could not be turned.

Closing his eyes and feeling the gun slip from his grip, Percy's vision faded as he welcomed the long awaited sleep.

A/N: Another new fic? Yessir. I hate myself for having so many ideas and starting fics one after the other. I plan on this fic being relatively fast since I have it all relatively planned out. But the issue with this is how much time I will have to write. I am trying to write as much as possible so that I can smash out updates asap before I disappear again. So, please follow, favorite and review. It'll make my day since I am up at 2am writing this and other updates for the other fics.