Panting, his chest heaving painfully with each breath, Blake dashed through the disease-ridden town. He heard their screams. Oh, God, he heard them: he begged to God, begging to be set free from this Hell. But there was so answer.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck!"

Blake gasped out a few words as he dashed inside a hut, slamming the door and locking it using the latch, his hands shaking from the sheer fear he felt - his head spinning, almost making him lose grip on his camcorder.