"That's right! Piss off you pricks! I don't need your fucking help anyways!"
Serge threw an empty glass bottle in the direction of the helicopters that just took off and were flying to the north. I don't need the government's help. They'd have their perfect excuse to lock me up anyways. I'm on my own now. Survival of the fittest. Just the way I like it.
Behind him stood the Washington Monument, battered by stray bombs and artillery fire. Flagpoles ringed around the great marble obelisk, some toppled, and some with the Stars and Stripes still flowing in the wind. Within the concrete circle around the Washington Monument, a number of FEMA tents and barricades were left behind by the government, who had just evacuated the area. About two dozen other survivors were stranded here too. Two dozen others who came too late to get the last easy ride out of DC. There were even a few children and seniors among the group too, too young or old to survive on their own. Others sustained moderate injuries, and one young man looked as though he was on the verge of death, with other survivors all around him trying to keep him alive.
Serge went over to the Monument and leaned against it, taking his lighter and a cigarette out, lighting the cigarette and having a smoke. During his smoke, Serge took the time to think of what to do next. The first thing that came to his mind is try and get a quick drink of water and maybe a snack to bring along too, and then haul ass out of here. The Mall was still mostly zombie-free, so perhaps going west towards the Lincoln Memorial would be his best bet. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
Serge continued to have his smoke, wanting to finish his cigarette off. He just needed a bit of relaxation from all the shit that's been going on today.