A thick fog covers the crumbling atmosphere, making it harder to see the path, and even more dangerous to walk it.

It’s been a few months since our world has fallen into an apocalypse. It was just a normal day when it all began. The sun shined and the world turned as usual, the only thing unusual was the epidemic that went on in other countries. It was a virus of some type, a virus that made people act as if they had rabies. It even turned the dead into walking corpses. It was a thing we thought would never penetrate our strong nation, but it did, and everything crumbled in an instant.

So now, months later, I’m walking this misty path, the only path that reaches the Union that isn’t infested with these violent creatures. Don’t get me wrong, I’d much rather be sleeping in my cabin, but there’s people out there who need food and medicine, and unfortunately the only one able to transport those goods is me.

Halfway to my destination, the fog grows thicker making it nearly impossible to see my own hand in front of my face. I slow to a stop and begin to look for the flashlight in my bag, and then I hear a growl.

I couldn’t see it until it was on top of me. As I struggle to escape without getting bit I see it’s face. It’s face was in a deep stage of decay, it’s eyes were sunken orbs of gray, and bloody mucus dripped down its bony nose. The inhuman creature gapes at me while clawing at my arms.

Am I even surprised, of course I’m going to end up dying on this stupid trail. After a few minutes of struggle, I decide to give up to the creature. A sharp pain stabs into my arm as the thing bites me, and warm blood spills on the path.

I wonder if anybody will find me, or if I’ll turn to be one of these things.

As I think about the outcomes, I fade off into an endless sleep.