The last People on Earth (Chapter 1. A Man)

Chapter 1. A Man

My name is Quishia, and my family and I were separated when The MEN who started this cosmic destruction dropped a nuclear bomb on their region. I thought to be the last human alive in the world if they weren't already dead or turned into mutant monsters. Over two weeks, I had made a bunker in a hotel with little to eat.

I suddenly hear a knock at the door. There was no window but I open the door anyway, armed with a bat of course. Instead of another "zombie", you could say, it was a strange man in a torn-up lab coat, a broken pair of glasses with a crack down the middle, and sleek gray hair. I suddenly came back into Focus, I saw 10 to 20 mutant zombies behind him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragged him and slammed the door as hard as I could. I shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

"My name is Harry Wilsonim," the man replied, "I've made a terrible mistake and now I'm trying to fix it." I didn't know what to expect of this man, but we were surrounded, no time to think now.