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So Now I'm in New York, well what once was New York Manhattan to be precise not sure what part

this would be the first time I've ever come to New York too bad its such a dead city now.

I've been searching for life for more than 3 months now started out in Charlotte North Carolina

my home town and started moving my way north.

Living off of anything i could find and staying in the light.

Its the nights that are the hardest for me those monsters are everywhere as soon as the sun sets

you better be somewhere safe or your dead.

The worst part is i used to love the night hated the sun and its intrusive nature. The nights

back home in the Carolinas were mild and sweet calm and the nights with cloudless skys and full

moons were the best to just be out in the world i would spend hours out on those nights just

enjoying the comfort the darkness would bring.

Now nights are entirely different filled with fear and danger and the sounds of the dead

returning night after night to feed on anything they could get their claws into.

They were so high in numbers that I haven't seen one living soul in two months the last people i

had contact with died soon after i found them but they didn't stay dead for long.

So now i'm searching for anything a safe place to live for any length of time, a place to call

home, somewhere remote secluded thats why i'm heading to Canada somewhere empty and cold the dead

cant stand the cold it seams they freeze in place.

But mostly i'm searching for others, other survivors people like me the ones who didn't die and

return the ones who hopefully like me were resistant to the virus or curse or whatever this beast of

a plague is. I cant possibly be the last person on earth. Can I?

Its October 30th tomorrows Halloween And then just a few days later i turn 22. I hope I'm not alone i would hate to have to sing happy birthday to myself.

In the distance Deirdre hears the rumble of thunder and looks up to see the fast approaching storm clouds its nearly sundown She's got minutes to find someplace safe to hide for the night.

Over the months shes learned the beasts like to stay clean they stay away from the sewers and garbage dumps something to do with the smell.

Only tonight she doesnt want to live like a rat one of the only other creatures that seems to have survived along with her. She heads for a small house looks safe clean at least has locks and all the workings of possibly being able to safe guard against the dead for a few hours they dont rise until every bit of light has gone form the sky usually and they tend to go back into their hiding places well before dawn its just the few hours in between she dreads.

She wont be sleeping this night thats for sure she had to leave her truck across the bridge in New Jersey too many obstructions on the roads to make it into New York in her tank like fortress. If she had the time she would try to make it back to the truck but she knows shes more than an hours walk from the safety of her truck and she has less than 45 minutes to find and prepare a place for the night.

Well here goes everything. She thinks to herself as she walks the perimater of the home theres a basement it looks seeld up tight its possible this house hasnt been touched by the beasts she hopes so she'd hate to have to kill a few beasties just to get a nights sleep.

Heading to the back door she trys to open it nothing doesnt even budge. Looking up she spots an open window and scans the porch for a way to scale the wall to get in the house. Seeing her opertunity she grabs the storm drain and climbs up until shes level with the window its dark on the interior of the home but she doesnt sense any movement those damn monsters would be moving by now so she climbs into the relative safety of the home.

Searching the upper level for any signs of life and or death she finds the house devoid of doors and furniture. Looks like this place has been stripped. she thinks to herself.

finding nothing our of the ordinary on the upper floor she heads down the stairs to the lower levels finding the front and rear door boarded up from the inside tells her that where all the furniture and possibly the doors have gone.

In the kitchen there are signs of old life dirty dishes and hastly organized food stores and water. Well at least i found something usefull.

Theres a door to the left of the kitchen looks like the entrance to the basement. Should i go down? Why the hell not looks like whoever lived here didnt leave through the front door so they must be down there.

Grabbing her flash light and knife just in case she opens the door. theres no electricity so she doesnt even thing to try the lights.

Pausing to listen she hears nothing but the normal sounds of the underground a few drops of moisture landing on the concrete floor.

Sounds empty to me but id better check.

As soon as she hits the last step the first thing she notices is the smell.

That smell. The over powering aroma of death. The home owners were still here alright and they werent going to be welcoming her with a smile.

Looking in the far corner she spots the first poor soul a small child. Long dead and clutching his suffed teddy he would have looked to be sleeping if it werent for the discoloration and decay around his eyes and mouth.

In the other corner were what Deirdre assumed were the parents holding each other in a lovers embrace that would last an eternity they too were long dead.

Must have closed themselves in here and given up. Deirdre felt pity for the family but she could feel little else she had seen the same scene far too many times to even be fazed by it. If anything this gave her just a little better chance at surviving the night the beasts outside would stay away from this house the stench would deter them.

She would be sleeping with the dead tonight.