The Beginning Of The End.

December 21, 2012.
Supposedly the end of the world according to the Mayans. But nobody believes that. Nobody believes that because of a silly prediction, our entire existence will be diminished.
After hearing the prediction three years before the said date, they shrugged and carried on with their mediocre lives, like nothing changed - an unmoving, undisturbed ocean, the rumors only a tiny ripple. They carried on with an almost non existant nagging feeling that one day, things would change, for the worse. Almost forgotten.
And then one day, things did. One day, after three years, the undisturbed ocean rippled. Then, slowly, the world had begun to unravel. The beginning of the end.
Our gradual extinction began just as the dinosaurs' did: Asteroids. Or, also known as meteorites - asteroids that survive the long journey through the earth's fiery atmosphere and survive the impact with the earth's surface, emitting the same fog that stunned and blocked all senses of the creatures before us. But, this fog didn't just block us, it did something more.
It changed us.
It transformed us to carnivores that yearned and lived only for the meat. Blood-thirsty, ravenous inhuman creatures that were black pits of no emotion. Mindlessly undead. Not exactly dinosaurs, but the most you could get as a human equivalent; a zombie.
Follow three teenagers as they survive the apocalypse inside the confines of the metro station. As they fight with everything they've got just to stay alive, to find others, other familiar faces. Not the bloody, hollow faces of the transformed. As they fight the hordes just to make it through the day. The day the end began.