Sam~ 

Sam was tripping over curbs and coughing. He felt so dehydrated, he could barely run. He was outside 8th Street, there had to be someone in Wilmington, there had to. He called out for [color=red]"Help!"[/color]. It was painful to even shout. He held his chest tightly the pain made him think back to cross country, when he was 10. They he came second and his family celebrated with a Chinese. And when he thought back to that he forgot the apocalypse for a minute.....

But somethings don't last.

He shook his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, he wanted to call out again but he just started wheezing on a wall outside 8th street.