The apocalypse was.. not for the weak. It was tough. Having to constantly be on edge because of those..* *creatures. You had made sure to be careful about every move you made, always checking your surroundings.

It was one night, like no another, and you were roaming the streets of Stockholm, looking for a place to rest for the night. As you were walking, you kept hearing noises.. like footsteps. But every time you turned around, nothing was there. You assumed it was your imagination and brushed it off for now. The footsteps continued and you ignored them, continuing to convince yourself nothing was there. That was until you started to get a gut feeling to turn around. Just to make sure one last time, you turned around again. but.. this time there* *was something A dark silhouette standing under a streetlight, the light barley shining on them. It looked like a man, holding a sledgehammer by his side with fresh blood all over it. The figure stood still, not moving a single muscle. Now you were on edge.