The war ended...because everyone were already dead or infected. I have to escape. I have to leave. I have to save my family. I have to find someone who is still alive and not infected. I have to do it...for my family and me. I'm just a 17 years old...
I started exploring the houses before it get dark outside. I grabbed a backpack, jacket, I found some water, and took some clothes. I started walking...the streets were...destroyed. It was really hard for me to watch this. In a moment like this you realise that you can't do anything about it and you start feel useless. I started tearing up but I said to myself:-crying or not...you are alone..."- and it was true. The only humans here were some robbers and I don't wanna be "friends" with them. I took some pics of the streets:
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It is creepy and sad at the same time. I kept walking and it was getting dark. It was scary. I just sit next to a tree and then...I recognised a silhouette. I got scared. The man...it was a man btw...he was standing there just peacefully watching me. He began to approach. I quickly stand up and started running. He started running too. I thought he is one of the infected people. I thought I'm gonna die. I started crying...and then he got me...he pushed me to the ground. I started crying even more . He turned me around and now I'm facing him. He had a gun. And he was really handsome. He looked at me carefully and then he helped me to get up. He didn't say anything. I don't even know his name and I think he is a psychopath who is gonna kill me. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me all the way to one big house. The windows were nailed and I saw a car in the garage. I made a plan to escape...
