Darling We've Got to Get Out of the City, We Need to Breath Some Cleaner Air
Our feet crunch on the debris of the overhanging building as we jog through the empty streets. Every few buildings we pass we have to cut through, the empty remains to geth past. Darting in and out of shops and restaurants, passing the rotting corpses, we realise how bad things have been.
All that is left are the bodies that were too damaged for the monsters to eat and the empty shell of their old lives. We stop for breath when we can, take cover behind a desk or upturned display cabinet. We eat what little food we have and hide from the creatures when they pass us. Looming high above our heads. Their claws, big enough to crush our heads in one go.
My husband try's to tell me it's alright, but I can see in his eyes that it's not. I can see for myself that it's not.
"Everything will be ok Steve, really, the army will be here any day now."
"No Jonathan. It won't, look at this place. Let's just go back to my parents, we were safe there."
"And what? Starve to death. We need to get out of the city and wait for the rally to rescue us. We're much more likely to find food and be safe away from the cities. They only attack the cities."
It's the same argument that we've had over and over again. Four days out in the open and we've been going round and round in circles. There is no safe way out, it's like they've trapped us. They seem to be more and more frequent too, it's as though they've realised there's , people left alive.
We must be the only ones, up until this point, all we've seen are corpses and skeletons.
I don't think we're going to survive. I don't think I want to survive. If Jonathan was dead, I'd give up.
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