Thomas awoke in his bed, laying in a pool of sweat and dirt. The suns shining aura only peaked through a small crevice in a broken window, darkened with dust. He forced himself to lift his legs, and stretched. This only eased his slight pain, which ached in the back of his neck. He gradually opened the door, to see if any of those…things…were scouring the districts outside. He didn’t see anything, just familiar faces he knew. Though these faces weren’t were smiling, only a glum, irritated expression. Some had scared faces of dread, some just looked at the city, visible through the remaining trees.
Thomas finally left his apartment, or at least what was left of it. The complex was nothing more than broken buildings, slums, and shacks, all interwoven together like loose thread. Without a care in the world, Thomas aimlessly walked to the store, to grab a can of soup, or maybe a glass of water.
Walking, he saw a train rush by on his way there. He noticed a crow on the tracks, picking at a dead animal. The train, which was increasing in speed, rammed into the poor things. Its feathers flung into all directions, bits of meat and bone flung with it. “Those damn things”, Thomas thought, trying to brush off what had just happened.
Halfway to the store, he suddenly stopped. There was a sound, like thunder. A boom that echoed through the city ruins. Shortly after, more of the same sounds came, more rapid than the last.
But these weren’t just any gunshots. These sounded quick, rapid, and vile. Like it could pierce through metal with swift ease.
People were running into their homes, the apartment complexes, anywhere they came across they would hide. Thomas did the same, without hesitation. Looking back, he could see the patrol closing in on the terrified populous, running for their lives, begging for mercy. He saw people falling, with blood gushing from their necks, their bodies sporadically convulsing. Thomas had to get out of there, and he had to do it fast.
Running, Thomas eyes fell upon a heavily boarded convenience store. Contemplating whether he should keep going through the alleyway or into the building, he had no other choice. He now noticed the horrific things executing a man deep down the alley. It was either he lived, or he died, or worse.
He chose to live.