The Night

Settling

     Urgh, all my windows were smashed, my fridge empty and absolutely nothing to survive off of save a small dagger I decided to take rather than the bulky huge knife. I had to do something, failure isn't an option, time to go looting, if everything wasn't looted already. People were still screaming and begging for help, yet the world felt strangely calm and I felt a spark of hope for the person who saved me. I stalked around the outskirts taking a different approach, looting old bins and dumpsters. Stunk, but hey, I found some bits of water and food that was half edible, smelled like a rhino had pooed on it, but edible.
Once I was satisfied I had enough resources to last me a day or two, I decided next priority was land, had to mark out somewhere to live and not get mauled apart by those creatures, right? Whilst everyone was dancing around, smashing shop windows I was one step ahead, going to some relatively unsmashed shop with the name torn off and storage room looted, except a few unlabeled key and empty tubs. Great, I thought, absolutely nothing to help me, but it was safer than others and had working lights, it was what I had to put up with to survive.
     First off, I tried every key to find which one could lock the door, then I ventured out carefully, ripping anything I could that looked remotely useful and came back, hammered bits of scrap material into the half smashed windows for protection and bolted the door shut at the darkness took over and everything was pitch black. I worked through the night, grew weary of exhaustion and dropped asleep around 4am. Didn't wake up until afternoon, but when I looked outside it was havoc.
     I wondered how I managed to leave my safezone last night as I stare at the masses of blood and gristle on the floor, bit of dried guts encrusted on my door almost stopped me from being able to leave, I had to push it once, twice and thrice before it came crunching out and I saw the wide world of death personally. Oh god, all those poor people, ravaged apart strewn across the floor... It seemed like the first night had weedled all the non-survivors, there was hardly anyone to be seen, just a few people hiding in flats on the top floor or patrolling the streets in a police suit searching for supplies.
     Everything good was already taken and the shop floors were stuffed with empty cans, packets of food covered in blood and bodies. I could do with the packets of food, I thought, wiping the blood off of them and began scavenging the floors, surprised by how relaxed I was, everyone I knew was dead, some mutated disaster had taken over my town and I was alone. It's the shock I told myself, I'm just numb with shock... After 2 hours I filled every single pocket and grabbed everything I could before seeing a radio welded into a dead womans hand, I grabbed in instantly and twisted the dials around to see if
I could get a signal, nothing... nothing and... a faint static came rumbling out.
     Gasping, I ripped it away from the hand and sprinted home, dumping my loot in the store room and began twisting the knob, turning and bashing over and over again before I heard 1 phrase repeat over and over,"This is the government. You are on your own, we are leaving. Stay away from the Reavers at all costs and do not engage. I repeat, you are on your own." Goddamnit!!!      GODDAMNIT ALL! The government has DITCHED us. Left us, gone, no help, no civilisation, no nothing. Just stupid old mutated freaks called Reavers. If I'm gonna survive, then it would be me alone, no help. I have no-one to rely on.
      Well, I had my food supplies and a few bottles of water that all tasted like crap. I decided I needed more food and stuff so I grabbed the keys, some food and a bottle of water and left the shop, again, running far and wide hoping for some goodies. Stupidly, I left the radio at home, but that wouldn't matter, I'd only be an hour or two. Ok, so, half a packet of batteries over here, a packet of gum up on that shelf and I scaled the shelves hoping for a better view. The evening sun lowered and the sunset looked beautiful, beautiful until I, for the second time, heard a chorus of ear-splitting screams and the moon clouds over.