The rage that was consuming people prove to be the reason this city is left empty.
We were living in the hills pass the residential district. Since the Gas wars and the massive rioting the city is left almost vacant. I am a loner, it’s just me and my dog Diago. I ride the roads in hope to one day get out.

The Cania’s live below the river they patrol the city streets, in search of human flesh. There is no food only human.

Diago is one of three dogs left in the area this is why we live in the hills. They bread whats left of the dogs so they can have food.

I patrol at night making sure we are not found. This night would prove to be a mean one and my way out was getting less each day.

It all started easy enough, checking traps, and searching for means of food. The cliff’s where we stay is steep so if anyone who did not know how to reach the edge would fall off.

I walked towards the brush of the other side of the hills, I heard only a murmur in the bushes. At first I thought something was caught