The Cataclysm. The end of the world. End of humanity. Whatever you called it, everyone knew what it meant either way. This world that they had once owned and dominated over, became a waste land. This world was no longer dominated by humans, but by the dead. Those who were reanimated, the former humans, who have know became the dominators.

 Marcus had the opportunity to take his mother with him, unfortunately, the monsters took her away. He knew that what was in the past was in the past, buy losing a relative in such away was not good for his moral. [i]Was moral ever good.[/i] 

Marcus sighed, he was going made. A few days after the outbreak, he would have random arguments with his conscious. That would have sounded unusual to...everyone. Fortunately, Marcus decided to keep the whole talking to himself thing, to himself. This would be best for him, and for everyone else here in the college. [i]You sure about that.[/i]

Marcus was thrown out of this thought when he heard the fancy suit. What should they have done, not about of schooling could have prepared him for this. The only this that was useful was the makeshift axe that he made from a stick, and knife, and some good ol rope. "Food and water, that's what we need. He said raking his hands through his hair.