The year is 2112. The United States is in danger but before anything can be done it will be too late. Nuclear War strikes New York and it strikes hard. Two survivors must find each other if they are to make it through this catastrophe alive, but there still may be zero-percent chance of survival.
Elizabeth cautiously made her way down the hall. She just realized… How was she going to get out of the building? She went back and took the fire extinguisher with her. She might need it. She walked up the flight of stairs to the main floor. Everything was deserted. She frowned a little. This was definitely not a good sign. She checked around for her co-workers but found none. That was either very good or very bad and somehow she really didn’t think it was good.
Elizabeth took the extinguisher and threw it at the window in the lobby. It crashed through, the glass splintering and scattering everywhere. Carefully she climbed through, but ended up cutting her leg on the broken glass. She hissed in pain and swore quietly.
As cautiously as before, she looked around the street. There was no one about, but there were obvious signs of panic; crashed cars and such. She walked down the street towards the memorial where she was supposed to meet David. The only things she could find for “weapons” were a broom, an umbrella, and several pairs of scissors. She brandished the broom at the moment, having stashed the rest of it in her backpack. She heard scuffling across the street and jumped, shakily holding the broom in front of her. She didn’t want to fight… whatever it was, so she began to walk more quickly. As David had told her, she searched for an undamaged car that would run, but thus far she was unsuccessful. The scuffling sounds were getting louder. Her heart was beginning to race. She screamed as a hideous creature jumped out at her. It was humanoid, pale, hairless, and ran with a hunch. It’s teeth did not seem like human-teeth but rather like fangs which it gnashed at her, trying to sink them into her soft flesh. It made hideous noises, like the sickening sound of an overly sloppy eater.
Elizabeth freaked out. She hit it with the broom as many times as she could and to her fortune and surprise, she scared it off, but now she was terrified. Were there more of them out there? She began to run, as fast as her high-heel clad feet would carry her.
New York City is a huge place, and to make matters worse there was a dense fog that had settled in. Elizabeth could not see if those monsters were just around the corner or not. She just kept running. She knew the way to the Memorial. She forgot about a vehicle, she just wanted to get there and get to David who might know what was going on.
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