Narrator: "...a few survivors struggle to contend with a viral outbreak that has caused the mutation of hundreds of humans."
Jon walked along the empty streets. The night air was cool against his exposed neck. He continued passed broken shop windows, cars and... strangely, no bodies.
Several people followed him.
The sound of a gunshot from the roof of a near-by building sent Jon running for the near street corner. As he looked round he saw a woman shaking violently in the street sixty meters away. He swallowed and was about to run to her aid when a second shot ended her life. "Shit!" Jon hid behind the corner. "Who murders people in a dead town." If only he knew how 'dead' true he was.
"C'mon Jon. We shouldn't be here."
"Quiet." He hissed and looked round again as a third shot rang out. Nothing. Maybe they ain't looking. Jon crept slowly around the corner. Then ran for the cover of a near-by car. The people with him stayed back in, what they thought was, safe cover. Jon looked over at the dead woman still at leat forty meters away, and then looked over above cover to the building the shots came from.
(I'm joining this)