You begin to stir, regaining consciousness. You squeeze your eyes trying to let the sting of the sun wear off. You prop yourself up on a wall and touch the back of your bloody head.
“Great. Just great,” you say aloud.

You notice your backpack is missing as you walk around. There’s not a soul in sight. The air is crisp and clean, but there’s an awful stench around. You find yourself sniffing for the smell…

You walk around and you see it. Blood. Everywhere. Spattered on trees, soaking dead leaves on the ground, smeared on cracked car windows. So much blood.

But.. Where are the people? You hear an inhuman shriek. Then there’s more inhuman shrieks rising in unison. You swivel around. Where are all the people? Where are the ones that are bleeding or possibly… dead? You’re confused and scared. Beads of sweats form down your back.

Something moves in the corner of your eye. You turn towards it. It’s a man in bload soaked clothing and a wounded arm.

“Sir.. Are you alright?” you ask.
He steps towards you.