Day 120. San Francisco.

Honestly, it was hard to believe such a disaster happened. A worldwide outbreak that turns people into mindless, undead cannibals seemed like only something that would happen in a movie. But it was all too real. The once vibrant city was now a wreck, with several buildings either being looted or destroyed. There was very little sound besides birds pecking at the lifeless bodies that littered the streets and junk being dragged in the wind…along with the sound of footsteps going against the gravel.

“Eh, pal: see some stuff in the convenience store a block over,” Approaching from out of a broken clothing shop window was Rex. A non-infected you’ve managed to meet up with a few years back. There wasn’t much you knew about each other, but in a situation where they had to fight for survival, you’d trust him and his baseball ball with your life any day of the week. “I think this was one of the places the government tried to clean out at the start of the outbreak. I think the zombs here are gonzo. Think we should take the risk?”

He focused his green eyes onto yours, placing one hand in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite the situation of both of you, the man appeared lax, even if something deeper was hiding beneath his exterior.