Surviv0r (W.I.P.)

Then...

Phil woke up in the middle of the night in shock to the sound of loud banging. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???" He peeks out the window to see what the commotion was. He sees little rockets head toward the ground. They get bigger and bigger, to where they are not so little anymore. Then, all of a sudden, one of those rockets hit the ground, about a mile away from Phil's house. The windows shatter, blasting broken shards of glass all over Phil's body. Bleeding, he goes to the bathroom and bandages up. "Damn, my windows are exposed now." He finds spare plywood in his basement and boards up all of his first floor windows. He hears banging at the door. Phil opens it, thinking its a neighbor asking if he was okay. The second he opens it, his neighbors barges in, with blood dripping down his mouth and a breath so foul it could kill a man. "WHOA STOP IT. THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES!" Yelled Phil. Then he realized that his neighbor was infected from the virus. Phil is chased to the kitchen, where he grabs the knife. "I WILL ISE THIS IF YOU DON'T STOP!" His neighbor keeps walking closer to him, chomping at the air trying to bite Phil. Hatefully, Phil swings his knife at the "thing's" arm, cutting through all of the flesh and stopping at the bone. The "thing" didn't react. He takes another slash, at the head this time, smashing through the skull and slicing through the brain. It drops dead, twitching on the ground as it dies away. "That was crazy," Phil said with shock. "The whole damn world is going to end!" With haste, Phil goes outside to take a look. He sees a lot of his neighbors straggling outside in the street. "Hey guys! Is everyone okay? I was almost eaten by one of those cannibalistic "things" and I had to kill it out if self defense." Every straggler turns toward him and runs toward his direction. "THERES MORE OF THEM!!!" Phil shouts as he slams the door closed and locks every lock. The "things" band repeatedly on the door. "This door wont hold, I have to get out of here!" Phil exclaimed. He grabbed his hiking gear, which consists of his hiking boots, strong, sturdy cargo pants and sweater, and a heavy duty backpack with a small medkit in it. He filled the backpack with as much bottled water and cans if food he can fit in there. He grabbed his knife and searched around his house for useful items. Those "things" broke down the door and chased Phil out of his house, leaving him only with his filled backpack and the knife. "That was close, a little too close." Phil whispered to himself. Phil searched the neighboring houses for supplies. Every house had those "things" in it forcing him to leave those houses alone. It was getting dark and Phil needed a place to sleep. He decided his car would be the best place to sleep and so he went in and locked all the doors. The next day Phil came across two large men with fully automatic rifles and gas masks. Phil approached them and politely said "Hello fellas! I mean no harm, and I am not one if those infected "things." The two men raised their weapons and pointed it at Phil. "Put that knife down or else we will open fire," commanded the men. Phil slowly set the knife on the ground, making sure to show them that he wasn't hostile. "I mean no harm to you guys, I just have a few questions to ask." The men reply "Kick the backpack and knife over snd empty out all your pockets." Phil does as they say. "Now you can ask your questions," the men tell Phil. "What is going on? What happened to everyone?" Phil asks. "This is an apocalypse, these "things" will eat whoever they get ahold of," the men say. "We recommend you stay away from those things. Now here is your stuff back and don't be too hostile around other people." Phil puts the backpack on and the knife in his pocket. "Can I stick with you guys? You seem to know what you are doing and maybe you can use another set of hands." Phil asks. "I have been alone and I am afraid i will be eaten if I continue to be alone." The men whisper to each other. "You can stick with us, but only if you do what we say. Now here, take these." The men give Phil an AK-47 rifle and a gas mask. "In order to survive, you need good equipment. Use these efficiently, we don't have any more to spare." Phil thanks the men and joins them. He asks, "What are your names?" One of the men reply "The name is Benson, and the other fella is Ricky. What's your name?" Phil says "My name is Phil, thank you for sparing my life."