I reached for my gun, trying to finger the trigger. Fear bleed through my veins, its icy grip paralyzing me. It stared at me and twitched back and forth. I could hear the clicking of its teeth as it imagined how delicious my mortal coil would be. Its long fingers drug across the ground, leaving blood along their wake. I could feel its cold breath against my face. Hate was scribed into its very being.
and the last city of mankind,it was ottawa,after a crappy firce resistance attemp,they where grossly out numbered by thousand of millions of the undead,with no hope left on some of it former heroes...