Kurt made his way through the cluttered streets, heading to the main square. Eyes wandering over the hordes of people he passed. Survivors, like him. It was like the world collapsed within minutes and forced many into this new apocalyptic lifestyle.

Subconsciously hugging the long black trench coat tighter to his body, he finally arrived to the epicenter of economy, seeking resources like those around him. He was used to surviving, being a retired war veteran. And he was used to being alone.