Day 34
Supplies are becoming scarce. Stryders pollute the streets of Manhattan, obliterating anything that stands in their way. Screams echo through the air. Was I beginning to go mad? I've been camping out at a nearby apartment building in solitude since the blast hit.
Day 36
My water supplies are dwindling, and I'm down to my last packet of chips. I’d only last around a week with the remaining resources, meaning I would have to leave the camp in search of food…
Searching for food is a hard enough task, but bringing it all back to the base would be near impossible.
I began the trek, constantly looking behind me. Stryders are the outcome of a nuclear bomb, made to wipe out the remainder of the human race once and for all. But instead of wiping them out, they only made them stronger. I still don't know how I survived, but I'm extremely grateful.
Day 37
Here it was. The end of the line. I drew my machete and proceeded to look for an entrance, but to no avail. All the doors and windows were locked tight, meaning I would have to break the glass, which undoubtedly would cause a wave of Stryders to make their way hastily towards the source of the noise. I needed food desperately, so this… this was my last resort.
