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The world changed too quickly for the people to adapt. The future held promise, for 

it was an opportunity to grow and prosper. So why did it suddenly erupt in chaos? 

The answer was unknown. The citizens of America were left in the shadows, 

oblivious to the dangers occurring throughout the globe. Nobody ever expected 

loved ones to turn on one another, but it wasn't entirely their doing.

It was an infection. Anyone exposed to the disease was no longer human, now only 

a walking corpse that dined on the living. The only way to catch the sickness was by 

a bite, which people didn't take seriously at first. It wasn't long before the virus 

spread through the entire continent. Everyone was dead, except for two young 

survivors.  

Walking through the lone streets of New York, Reagan and Jess searched for useful 

supplies. An unlikely pair, those two were. They met after the first outbreak in a 

safe house along with many other survivors. It was a big group, but over time, 

they kept running into trouble that slowly deteriorated their fighting numbers. 

Now, it was only the girls left.  

Reagan looked around the empty streets, searching for any signs of life among 

the rubble. It was quiet, which was a good sign for her. That meant that the 

corpses, wherever they may be, were out of reach and it was safe to wander. She 

was wiser of the two. Always knowing what routes to take and what plan to 

follow through. Jess was younger, more optimistic. She proved her ignorance at 

times, but she was good company. 

“Let’s check the stores,” said 

Reagan, her rifle gripped tight in 

hand.  

         Jess nodded her head and 

followed Reagan towards the 

small buildings, approaching with 

a slow crouch. “Do you think 

anything could be in there?” She 

whispered.  

         Reagan shrugged, “I guess 

we’ll find out.” Cautiously, she 

took one hand off her gun to push 

one of the double doors open, 

earning a low groan from the 

rusty hinges. 

Jess stepped up and peered 

inside, her heart pounding 

against her rib cage. Empty 

display shelves were scattered 

and pushed over, shattered 

glass littering the floor.

"Is it clear?" Reagan asks.

"I think so" Jess replies, boldly 

stepping inside. The room was 

dark, cob webs blocking the 

light coming from the windows. 

It was evident that the place 

hasn't been attended to in 

awhile. Both of the girls 

cautiously walked closer to the 

shelves.

Reagan slowly walked down each aisle, searching for anything useful. What she 

really wanted was something to eat. It took a lot of energy to get to the city, and 

they were in desperate need of food. She was starting to believe that this really 

could be the end, that there wasn't any chance of survival left for her and Jess. 

Everything was slowly falling apart and she couldn't do anything about it, because 

she was just one girl against the entire world. 

 "There's nothing here," she sighed. 

Jess groaned from across the room and hugged her stomach. "I'm so hungry," 

she whined. 

"I know. Let's keep looking," Reagan said.

"Let's hurry. This place gives me the creeps," said Jess. 

Reagan only rolled her eyes and exited the building. 

It was starting to get dark outside, so the girls would have to leave soon. 

Reagan felt uneasy, like there was something watching her from afar, but she 

didn't bother to inform Jess. It would be better to just keep moving. So they 

did. 

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