The cave dripped water, a mocking taunt that tugged at my hollow stomach, begging for something to disgust. But there was nothing, looters has driven me underground, where food is nonexistent and water is all but dirty.

I hear them hollering jokes and seeking me out, their voice echoing down the lonely cave walls. They were a constant threat, but I felt needy enough to use my flashlight, but I turn it off once in a while for the sake of batteries.

I have nothing left to my life, everything and everybody I knew was tore away effortlessly, thoughts of the past. Every faith and hope I have, ripped from its core. There was nothing more to lose, and my rugged clothing, old-era pistol and my flashlight was literally all I had.

Growls from the dark, something inside me emitted fear, but in truth, I have seen everything and plunged into despair. Nothing more will scare me.

Once, I clinged to hope, that something miracle will cure the world of zombies, but nothing was a miracle. The world perished, and people like me simply lived out their last moments.

I intend to go out with a bang.

Carelessly roaming into the dark, I seeked nothing but a worthy death that allowed me to end my pitiful existence, all those suffering, so much extra.

The growls grew closer and stumbling footsteps approached, but my light picked up on nothing in the tight hallways, that expanded wide before closing back in.

I held my gun up.

One last bullet.

One last fight.