No rescue in sight. No news signal or any announcement from the government.
The only human activity from the outside was the occasional sound of a helicopter. But even that stopped after one of the helicopters crashed.
It was just a few streets across from our apartment, with thousands, no, millions of zombies gathered around the entire block.
Even as the building was on fire, they just stood still nearby. It was almost as if they were waiting for a free food delivery.
We even noticed some of the zombies were starting to mutate right on the open street. One growing as big as an actual car in just a matter of minutes.
By the time the rain extinguished the fire, the zombie had finally dispersed to who knows where.
But that was no longer our biggest concern. A new, no. Old concerns that had reared their ugly head again.
Food and water were running thin. Even though we had gathered a lot from the 2nd floor, most of them were beginning to rot.
