End Merlyn
You would have woken up that day as you do any other. Getting out of bed, addressing ever-evolving issues, accomplishing a sense of fulfillment by the end of all typical rhythms. Regrettably, Earth's human population had no such luxury by dawn of Tuesday, 7:30 A.M. EST.
By 8:30 A.M., half of Earth's sentient population had been claimed by a supernatural plague. Victims of said plague are transformed into ghoul-like creatures with profound speed and strength.
By 9:30 A.M., Earth's moon transforms into an obelisk lined by multi-colored symbols. Said symbols don't correlate with any known language, though appear similar to ancient nordic runes. The sky darkens to continuously mimic the deep colors of near-dark twilight despite the current time of day.
By 10:20 A.M., satellite communication of all kinds cease. Nearly all world superpowers are relatively collapsed, the Mexican cartel is one of few surviving groups maintaining an active cellphone network.
By 11:11 A.M., they arrive. Those magic few whom promised Merlin they would come when 'End Times' can no longer be prevented. They pursue stopping the apocalypse.
By 11:20 A.M., you're discovered by one of the aforementioned 'magic few'. They do a horrible job of explaining things, especially the detail about you being one of Earth's few 'remaining saviors'. Wherever you found refuge was either well-hidden or did a fine job of keeping you safe these past three hours, but the scope of Earth's current horror has still been made real to you.
((If you're interested, PM me an intro-post of what your character experienced up until those 'magic few' landed on earth, I'll take it from there. I'm also totally open to suggestions or conversation/planning beforehand if you'd like. I'm quite open to changing things. You would just be surviving against super-powerful ghouls that could have been anyone when this all went down. The means of infection were random magic selection so virtually anyone could've been transformed right where they stood. Transformation took around thirty-five seconds. They can lift approximately two cars and run up to 32mph(51.5km/h). A lone person CAN NOT take one of these things down unless it's by luck. It would take roughly thirty-four 9mm bullets emptied into their upper cranium to actually slow them down for any length of time. Only fire can kill them, and I mean A LOT of fire, like drenched in napalm and left alone to burn for thirty minutes kinda fire. Basically, what I'm saying is run dammit, RUN!!!!))