A disease happened, flesh eating and a disease that made your limbs turn dark and fall near off. One man though survived. He hid and shot anything near him; anything even partially alive. The others finally died. Living alone for many years. Inside his "house" reading his collections of books, he hears something.
Knock
Knock
Knock
He stands still, not moving or barley breathing. A bottle flies through the window, (remember the glass was already shattered) he army crawled to the bottle and opened it. A small note fell out, it says:
Knock knock, I know your in there...come out come out wherever you are.
