Dread City

Chapter 1-Morgan

I wake up to this world I know so well. The same one I've been living in for sixteen of twenty four years I have been living on this planet. The familiar stench of old clothes and dried blood fills the room. I look around, I see my old zombie apocalypse posters, I find it ironic how I thought the zombie apocalypse would be awesome, until it actually came. But it's not zombies, we don't really know what it is.

A noise comes from my door and I instinctively grab my 44. Magnum. I aim it at the door and hear a loud squeak. It's Lana, the "maid" of the apartment complex.

"Lana, if you don't like getting shot I suggest you start knocking." I said tiredly.

"S-sorry, M-Morgan." She apologized in her unmistakable timid voice.

I sigh and get up off of the dirty mattress covered in dried blood and cat urine. I stretch and look at Lana, she's looking away from me holding a white laundry basket almost full of everyone else's clothes and blankets. I stand up and put my blanket in the basket.

"Why are you looking away?" I ask Lana while staring at her red blushing cheeks that she thinks she's hiding so well.

"B-because you d-don't have your sh-shirt on." Her cheeks become even more red, which I thought was actually kind of cute.

I look down and sure enough, i'm not wearing a shirt, which leaves my six pack exposed.

I walk over to my dresser and open it. I find the cleanest shirt which was one of my dad's old Black Sabbath T-Shirts.I look back to where Lana was standing, nothing there. I chuckle and grab Ruby, my gun, put it in my holster, and walk out to the hall.