It was a dry, hot day and only the rain was going to wash the blood off these streets. Clouds were forming overhead and it looked like this heat wave wasn’t going to last as long as I had imagined. I just wished that when the rains did finally come, they could wash away this stench and this horror for good.

My window was fogged up and dirty, yet I could see the world around pretty clearly, probably more than I ever used to before all this took place. They were out there in the streets, the people. It was more activity and was more social than anything they had ever performed in their busy lives before, for now it was truly a community. There they were outside in the sun, crawling and staggering across the pavement all together now. There must have been close to a hundred of them out on the streets, feasting and celebrating in a way both grotesque and foreign to my eyes and anyone else’s outside that of primitive man. A beautiful young woman with light blue eyes, that still appeared like two sapphires shining, her long black hair hanging over her shoulder and down her black dress, which was stained with the color of crimson, much like the black paved road she sat upon. Blood dripping from her pouty lips as she tore into a piece of flesh and chewed voraciously, her eyes always retaining they’re brilliance, despite the gruesome display that was at hand. At one time, I would have grown nauseous and in those early days I remember crying a lot, my eyes looking just about as red as the road did now. That was back when everyone I loved was still alive and not just walking shadows, though most that I had found weren’t walking anymore, at least not in this world, whatever it’s become.

I scratched the stubble on my chin and took a glass and poured the contents from a nearby bottle into it, not concerned with what it was, just knowing it was something that I needed. The taste was pungent, like poison should be and this was something else I had to get used to. Back when I was in college, which was a thousand years ago, I never partook in drinking anything. Hell, I didn’t really smoke nor do much of anything. I guess I must have thought I was trying to save myself for something else, but what the hell did I know? That was when the future seemed obtainable and having a career and a life was actually our purpose. If any like me survive any of this, maybe we may start again and return to that bliss, but I think were headed this was for a long time, either way.