''the world is on fire; no one is safe and not even the government is not going to help us now. It is eat or be eaten...may God help us all''
The news reporters glitches out as the news report cuts off; Mira sits on her couch head in her hands trying to figure out how to survive this mess of a world she flinched at the new screams flooding the streets, some of the fire ravaging the trees and the rest of criminals and the insane breaking free of their confines, a loud knock Is heard at her door she looks over and her hand reaching for her shot gun that lays beside her on instinct; heavy breathing was heard from the other side or was it her panicking? She could not tell if it was or not.....