[b]Nathan-Outskirts of New Orleans[/b]

Hatred. Hatred was all he felt. Hatred for his father. Hatred for these creatures that had begun to populate the world. Lastly, hatred for those government officials who massacred the whole neighborhood back in Chicago. 

Snapping back into reality, Nathan readied his bat, and knocked the head clean off the corpse that had been approaching. Breathing heavily, he crouched down to rest for a moment and regather his thoughts. (Still keeping the old baseball bat within quick reach in case more of them came). 

For many months, the young man had been travelling from state to state just trying to survive. He could still remember his neighbors calling him crazy for packing up and leaving. That was back when a lot of people thought it was only a hoax created by the local news in order to get better ratings. While most people were laughing about the whole thing, Nathan was gathering supplies. It's no wonder he was one of the few people left on Earth. Hell, he could be the only human left on Earth for all he knew. 

"That's enough negative thoughts for today," he muttered to himself as he stood up and grabbed his bat. He gave the rotting corpse a final kick in the ribs, and resumed his search for other survivors.