The sun poured through Max’s window. He was laying on his sofa in his apartment. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes. It was the first time in his life he had no idea whether to turn right or left. He rubbed his bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky.
He still can’t make sense of what has happened to his city. It’s still a ghost town. There’s something more to this than just hell's business. Someone must still be alive out there. The pool of blood he saw a week ago proves it. The squealing tires of the sports car he heard could prove all this. All he needed is to find the person and probably figure out what has happened to his city.
“Today, be good to me,” he mumbled.
For the past few days, he has been on the street in search of survivors
