As I walked down the abandoned, over grown street, I could hear the roars and screeching of the once so called animals but now blood thirsty and flesh eating monsters that roam the street. I kept my distance from the minor animals like mice, rabbits and cats that I see every now and then, feeding on the body’s of the infected humans. Ever since my family had died and same as everyone else I have felt hollow… like there was no point in me even being here, I mean sure I see some humans wondering around here every once in a while but they are usually infected and dying, so I try not to get to close to them. As I walked down the pathway of the street I spied myself in the reflection of the glass in one of the empty shops. I wore my tight skinny jeans with my old turquoise tank top. In one of my long black flat boots I kept my dagger, in case I had any problems with the Infected. I smoothed down my long golden brown hair that was tied up in a high ponytail.
Sorry it ended on short notice... but I want to hear more feedback from you so I feel that I am writing for a reason.
Thanks,
Smexay

