Hannah, a twelve-year-old girl navigates through the outbreak between nightmarish flashbacks and reality, while trying to stay alive. Throughout her journey, she meets many people who soon become family, but the lingering fear of losing it all... ag...
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In the wake of the outbreak, the once bustling city had descended into chaos and anarchy. The streets, once filled with the hum of daily life, now echoed with the sounds of destruction and desperation. Smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting an eerie gloom over the cityscape.
Fires raged unchecked, their flames licking at the facades of buildings and sending trails of thick, black smoke spiraling into the air. The acrid smell of burning debris hung heavy in the air, stinging the nostrils and obscuring the vision of anyone nearby.
People roamed the streets like scavengers, their faces contorted with fear and desperation. Storefronts were shattered, their contents looted and strewn across the pavement. Broken glass crunched underfoot as looters rifled through the debris, snatching up whatever supplies they could find.
Desperate survivors fought over dwindling supplies; Fists flew and weapons clashed as people fought tooth and nail for what little supplies were left. Storefronts were smashed open, their interiors ransacked and plundered. Shelves were stripped bare, their contents looted and discarded haphazardly onto the floor.
Amidst the chaos, cries for help pierced the air, their echoes mingling with the crackle of flames and the shouts of mobs. People pleaded for mercy; their voices drowned out by the cacophony of chaos that surrounded them. They scrambled like rats fleeing a sinking ship, their panicked cries echoing through the streets like a haunting lament. Some ran for their lives, seeking refuge wherever possible, while others fought each other for supplies, their desperate struggles devolving into acts of brutal savagery.
In the distance, the infected roamed like silent predators, their undead eyes scanning the streets for fresh prey and drawing closer to the chaos. Those unfortunate enough to cross their path were met with a fate worse than death, their screams of agony lost amidst the cacophony of chaos that enveloped the city.
The city was a complete wreck, compared to a few days ago...
"Stay close to me" A woman urged, looking at her two children with a stern expression before peaking her head out into the streets to make sure it was safe.
Her oldest, a teenage girl, clung to her mother's hand, and her younger brother huddled in between the two as they bolted down the street toward another alleyway to dodge the looters and avoid the violence erupting around them.
It had been days since the outbreak hit the city without warning. Days the family spent locked in their apartment, seeking shelter from the outside and trying to follow the government's instructions by staying calm and indoors.
But all that changed when rumors of the military setting up a shelter for survivors began to swirl. Even some of their neighboring apartments had ventured out, willing to take that chance.
