I lost it all in this epidemic. I lost my family, friends and dreams. I am alone, in Portland, Oregon. All of the airports are closed, I have no way to leave beside by foot. I put 2 bottles of water and a pair of scissors. I found a can of cream corn, and a chocolate bar. I stuff everything I was finding in my backpack, along with a copy of The Color Purple. I walked to the balcony of my apartment and saw all the zombies walking around like there was no more.
Author Note: I was watching The Walking Dead and thought of making a story of a similar situation. I hope you like it :) Should I make this a series? Or no ?