Day 1

Silence, the ruler of the world. It took less than 24 hours, but now the world has
become a silent wasteland, brimming with the remains of humanity's once
great civilization. The only sounds you could hear were the ones you made yourself,
like the rustling of the warm autumn leaves as your boots crushed them,
or the soft humming of a friend as you walked underneath the sun, moving from one
camp to another. Sound, is a dangerous game in this world now. You either
master it, or it gets you killed. Survival of the fittest, but thats besides the
point. Some enjoyed the silence, like Christopher Walkins, who was taking a
silent walk along the nature park, shadowed by the dying trees and overgrown grass.
The leaves littering the broken concrete path, stretching like a trail for
miles deep into the park, only accompanied by overthrown benches, trash bins or the
occasional overturned car with a corpse banging its way out. A silent day,
for the apocalypse.

Chris continued on his path through the park, he had a job to do and he couldnt
let anything stop him. Along the way, his mind couldn't help but drift back to
the hours leading up to the apocalypse, when he was only sitting in class with his
eyes half closed and mind off somewhere in his own fantasies, but now that
classroom was dead. Empty, with chairs and tables thrown all around it, the
remnants of chaos and fear still staining the air inside. The broken windows
howling
the pain of the dead as the breeze passed through, forever haunting the ones
responsible. Chris shook his head, fighting the deep feeling of emptiness and fear
to push it down into the depths. He didnt need this right now, not at this crutial
moment.

As The trail of leaves and broken concrete finally came to an end, the smell of
blood and corpses was still fresh in the air, panic and worry lacing it like a
poison
killing it's victim. The city beyond it was in a state beyond repair, the once
great titan now resting with it's final moments at hand. Buildings were broken,
burnt or
burning. Shops, exposed and ransaked to the bone, cars were thrown up and lit on
fire with people still inside. The 7 hour was lost before the humans even had a
chance,
and now the city belonged to the undead, to roam around aimlessly forever, awaiting
their victim. A cold feeling pushed Chris out of his thoughts as it rolled down his

cheek, the tear staining his finger as he wiped it off, gritting his teeth and
taking in sharp, deep breaths. He hated it, the beautiful world that he had dreamt
of exploring
and travelling all throughout was now in a state he couldn't even recognise. The
first time a sudden downhill change happened in his life, he attended a funeral,
all
because of needles. He didnt want to deal with this again, he didnt want to
experience the shitshow of emotions again, he was only 17 for crying out loud! He
didn't even
know how to file taxes! Hell, he still laughed at poop jokes on occasion, he wasn't
cut out for the goddamn zombie apocalypse!

Chris took one, slow, deep breath. He held his shaking arm, looking ahead with
tears streaming down his cheeks as a small waterfall of emotions burst through. The
pressure
was too much, he had to let out some steam or he would burst. He turned his
trajectory, heading into the heart of the chaos to let out his anger and
frustrations, emotions
blinding him. His stubborn mind was made up and hell itself couldn't change it. As
he walked through the decaying streets, he pulled a broken pipe off one of the
buildings,
keeping his knife hidden in his pocket. Chris' eyes were set in fire, and as they
spotted a group of walkers up ahead, it was like the fires of hell itself burned
behind them. Chris felt the heat of a thousand bombs deep inside him detonate, he
felt it pressing against him, trying to break out. He felt his entire body
screaming at him,
and he ran at the group with his warcry in tow. And as the blood filled his vison
and clothes, as the breaking of bones and the scraping of metal rung deep in his
ears as they
kept coming and coming, as his muscles ached in pain and his nose suffocated in the
smell of blood and iron, all that ran through Chris' mind was how these bastards
were the reason for his suffering, the reason he had to watch his family choke on
their own blood, just to feed these savages. They were the reason for this, and by
god
he was going to give them hell to pay.