mrezica
The world had collapsed into chaos. Whether it was war, revolution, or something far worse, I no longer knew. The highways, once packed with rushing cars and impatient drivers, were now graveyards of twisted metal. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional caw of crows feasting on whatever they could find.
I walked cautiously, my boots crunching over shattered glass and debris. I had no destination, only a purpose-find supplies. Something to eat, maybe a weapon. Anything to increase my chances of survival.
A burned-out sedan caught my eye. Its trunk was slightly open. I moved closer, my breath hitching as I yanked it up. Empty. Shit. My heart pounded as I scanned the area. Nothing but dead cars and broken bodies.
Then, something shifted in the air.
A high, sharp crack.
A second later, a searing pain exploded in my right thigh.
Before I could even react, another shot. Fire ignited in my abdomen, spreading like molten lead. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the asphalt.
Sniper.
I barely managed to crawl under the wreckage of an overturned truck, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Blood soaked my clothes, hot and sticky. My head spun. I was going into shock.
Fifteen minutes passed-maybe more. My vision swam. The world was slipping in and out of focus. I thought I saw movement, a silhouette against the gray sky.
A voice. A man's voice.