The Age Of The Apocalypse

Reign

Just ten minutes before now I was walking towards what looked like an abandoned Walmart, now I'm inside, hiding in a clothing rack from them. I slowly creeped out, looking both ways before jumping ontop of a shelf. I slowly made my way across them, and finally jumoed and bolted for the door, punching and kicking the things as I went. I was finally outside, only to see more. They immediately spotted me and I started running once more. Snarling, growling, and the snapping of jaws could be heard behind me, and they seemed to be getting closer.

Would this be my end? Would this be how I die? No. I've come this far, and lived through this much hell, I can't stop now.

I took a sharp left at the end of the oarking lot so I could make my way toward the exit, which worked better than expected. My attackers stumble and tripped, allowing me to escape.

I kept running, wheezing through the gas mask, knowing I was close to being fatigued. I started slowing down, almost tripping over my own feet.

I needed water, but the last bottle in my bag is for desperate measures, oh well. I took off my back pack and grabbed the bottle of water. I opened it and took a big swig, downing about a quarter of the bottle before putting it away. I wiped sweat from my forehead and started walking the empty street again.

When will this nightmare stop?