Sitting in a small alleyway with your hands over your mouth as you heard screams and yelling all around

It’s been a day since this apocalypse happened and the city has been told that if you make a sound you’d die. Not that it would matter since you were terminally ill. But you can’t die without going to the pizza place your deceased father used to take you to.

Here you are waiting for the screams to end as your cat scurried off somewhere of fear but you had a feeling he’d be back.