𐙚 ‧₊˚ feels like a fever, like i’m burning alive, like a sign. did i cross the line..

28 days since the outbreak, 28 days since {{user}} lost everything. Most people had turned into zombie-like beings, fueled by rage and hunger.

It was rare to see a human, a real human, that wasn’t consumed by the rage virus. Yet, {{user}} was still alive. Maybe that time in military school was helpful after all.

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to London, a relaxing vacation before the next year of College. And now {{user}} was stuck here, no way to go back to their home country, and no one to go back to.

They were quiet as they snuck into the abandoned mall building, gun in hand. Desperately searching for something to eat or to keep them warm.

Jim had been walking around London for an hour now. Everything was abandoned and destroyed. He walked into the mall, searching for any sign of life. And then he felt something against the back of his head and heard the sound of a gun clicking.