The sun rose on the same but messy sideways and lit up the sparkling puddles of blood on the streets; it crept into the alley, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night before, except for the rotten corpses of rats it was human corpses.

Only the buildings really showed how much time had passed. Ten hours, yes, ten hours and yet there had been lots of what looked like human bodies stripped of their skin, or humongous four-legged creature-like dogs with its skull dissected open, of a pile of meats, who knew whether it was human remain, the Blood Hound, or both.

The city held no sign of activity at all, well not the conventional one. A policeman well equipped with his gun and below his police badge was the name of a town - New York City. Besides the police, there were several others: A man in a crisp white shirt pushed his way to the front. A woman with long gold hair smiled coyly at him, playing helpless. A man with blood covered shirt tried to force the car's door open wider, there was a whole bunch of ration got left behind by the car owner. The man and woman in a lab coat looking around, searching samples for their experiments.

They checked from door to door not for the survivor, but for a can of canned food. Or if they were lucky enough, they could find unraided or free from Blood Hound minimarket.

"Wait." Said the woman with long gold hair.

"What?" Asked the man in a crisp white shirt.

She turned to face the blue sky. A sudden breeze blew through her hair. "Do you hear that?"

The breeze intensified and for a moment a shadow swept past them with incredible speed and disappeared over the roof of the pizza parlour. The policeman was clocking his gun, the blood-covered man was raising his axe, the white coat pair and the blonde woman and crispy shirt man were pointing their hands to the air, but it was too late.

Loud shriekings were heard and suddenly they were covered in darkness as the shadows engulfed them.

With each cry of pain and agony they shouted, more shadows were landing on them and more Blood Hounds were running toward them.

Yet Tim Campy was still in his apartment, asleep at the moment, but not for long. A cry of anguish was replacing his alarm for today, and it was their shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.

Tim awoke with a start. Another screech of suffering pierced his ears and Tim rolled on his rough canvas mattress, he didn’t want to get up. He was lazy. Well, it was permissible even if he was because the world had gone wrong.

"What are they doing in the morning?" He grumbled. Last night was a night full of alarms and warnings, and this morning was full of gunshot and scream of pain.

"...I'm hungry." Dragging his body, Tim went out from his mattress, yes, breakfast and another sleep.

"Ah, crap." He forgot the electricity, no... all electronic devices were gone. The milk inside the refrigerator was lukewarm. Although he wanted to drink it cold, he would have to drink it now.

Bringing a jug of half-filled milk in his hand, Tim went to his windows and peeking from the drapes. Smokes rose here and there and a really bald monkey creature with two pairs of bat wings, a tangle of thin legs, and a needle-sharp proboscis flew past his sight, Bat-Mon Lvl 6 floating on its head.

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"That's a new one." Tim muttered with confidence.

"Well then, let’s check the news on the smartph-" He forgot electronic device couldn't be used. It was on this moment Tim realized. If there was no electronic, that meant he couldn't use the internet! All the novels in his bookmarks were waiting, all the daily log-in reward from his games couldn't get redeemed.

Now the sense of crisis and emergency struck Tim.

"E-erm... right! Let's google how to survive in an apocalypse." Once again, he forgot there was no electronic device.

Th-this is bad, right?! Drinking the rest of the milk, his brain began to work a little.

First, Tim went to the kitchen cabinet and making a big smirk. Rows of canned food, instant noodles, and cereals neatly arranged. "Thank you, unhealthy lifestyle." He muttered.

Next was water. Well, of course by the time he turned the tap on, the water didn't come out. Thanks to his unhealthy lifestyle, the only drinkable liquid in his apartment was few cans of beer and energy drink. "Better than nothing..."

For weapon: a kitchen knife, steel pipe, a handmade flamethrower made from air freshener and lighter. For medicine, he just took everything in his first aid kit box.

"...If only I paid more attention when watching surviving zombie apocalypse." Tim muttered in regret, who would've thought that kind of video would be useful in his current predicament. "Now that I mention about it, isn't staying at home is bad when zombie apocalypse occurred? Or is it the other way?"

Either way, his objectives were to collect information and clean water. After that, he would decide whether to stay at this place or not.

Changing his clothes to a black pullover with grey pants and just when he was trying to wear his shoes.

"Ah..."

His sneakers were torn apart, there was a wide mouth gaping out from the toe cap. As for the sole alone, Tim only tilting his head, wondering where and how did they gone. After all, even though his feet and his bones could withstand the burden and the friction of sprinting in 115km/h, his shoes couldn't do the same feat.

"And this is my favourite shoes." letting out a sigh of regret, he walked to the door.

Tim walked down the corridor. There was no sign of life or movement until Tim found one half-opened door; he wanted to check in but decided not to when he heard the sound of buzzing flies and smelled the unpleasant smell of iron from the inside.

Tim strolled as quickly as he could through the corridor, still cautious, but sometimes driven by curiosity. All the rooms and corridors were deserted. Phones, canned foods and money lie strewn over the floors, a teddy bear was sleeping at the floor, wooden partition doors were smashed. In a couple of places, splashes of dried blood arched up the walls.

"Did... did I really miss all of this?" Tim cringed, it was hard for him to accept he was sleeping when all of this happened and he still alive and kicking.

Tim reached on the section where one wall was a row of public pay phones. He lifted a receiver, hoping this could work but the line was dead. He went down the line, trying them all. In the corner of the reception hall was a smashed soft-drinks machine, with a few cans collected at the base. Tim grabbed one, ripped off the ring-pull and downed it in one go. Then he grabbed another and headed for the main doors.

Tim exited and walked out into the bright daylight. His apartment was an old building that had somehow managed to elbow its way between a hotel and a block of modern apartments. Aside from a quiet rush of wind, there was silence. No traffic, no engines, no movement. Not even birdsong.

A few meters down the streets, Tim could see several pieces of humans and Bat-Mon remains, considering there were several pieces of clothes scattered around them. Fresh blood was dripping from the chunk of meat. The smell was sickening and the look was disgusting enough to give butterfly in Tim's stomach.

And just when Tim about to ignore it, he saw something interesting between them.

They might be stranger and Tim might never know what kind of look they had, but he couldn't thank them enough as Tim took a gun with its holster and an axe from the remains.

"Hm?"

When he accidentally stepped on the corpse on of his way, at the place where the corpse supposed to be, as if there was nothing from the beginning, the corpse suddenly vanished and there was a nail-sized red shard replacing the corpse.