Unknown Apocalypse

I don't know how much longer I can survive. They are everywhere. The creatures that came from the shadows. They have no eyes, no mouths, no faces. But they can sense me. They can hear my heartbeat, my breathing, my footsteps. They can smell my fear.

I've been hiding in this abandoned house for two days now. I don't have any food, any water, any weapons. I don't have any hope. I don't have anyone. Everyone I knew is gone. They were either killed by the creatures or turned into one of them.

I don't know what caused this. Some say it was a virus, some say it was a curse, some say it was the end of the world. I don't care anymore. All I care about is staying alive. But for what? What's the point of living in this nightmare?

I hear them outside. They are scratching at the door, at the windows, at the walls. They are trying to get in. They won't stop until they find me. Until they tear me apart. Until they make me one of them.

I have to get out of here. I have to find a way to escape. Maybe there's a car nearby, maybe there's a road, maybe there's a town. Maybe there's someone else who's still human.

But I know it's hopeless. I know there's no escape. I know there's no one else.

I know I'm going to die.

But then I see something.

A flash of light.

A sound of thunder.

A blast of heat.

A shockwave that shatters the windows and knocks me off my feet.

I look outside and see a mushroom cloud rising in the distance.

Someone has dropped a bomb.

Someone has nuked the city.

Someone has ended it all.

Maybe it's the military, maybe it's the government, maybe it's a rogue nation.

I don't know who did it.

I don't know why they did it.

But I'm glad they did it.

Because now I have a chance.

A chance to survive.

A chance to start over.

A chance to live.