The streets of the town are littered with the shattered glass of broken windows, smouldering frames of family cars and the contents of gutted stores. Steve sprints through the chaos like a ghost, quiet and fast.

Dodging a broken body lying in the gutter he stops to look back at it. Barely intact as a whole person and now unidentifiable as either a man or a woman, it looks to be a fresh kill. Whoever it was, their former neighbours and friends didn’t leave much behind after the attack. It was almost stripped to the bone of any flesh.

Dismembered limbs and fragments of other destroyed lives lie scattered along the blood soaked pavement from other even less identifiable victims. The once peaceful town now a total warzone. He turns and continues on his