The End of the Living

My eyes snap open to the sounds of gunfire as screaming. I slowly slip out of bed and get dressed before heading to the window to see what was going on. A few screams and shots...that's normal. But the amount of gunfire and screaming going on now is suspicious. When I open the window, people are running from others who seem to have lost all sense of their humanity. "It's too early for this New York..." I plan on ignoring what's happening outside until I hear screaming from the apartment room next door. "Alright. Guess I'll play along." When I open the front door, what I see is not what I expected. "What the hell..."