<div style="text-align: center"><u>January 3rd, 2014<br/>
Day One of the New York Quarantine<br/>
11:48 AM</u>​</div><br/>Michael sighed, his grip on his rifle tight as he wandered the alleyway next to what seemed to be a grocery store.<br/><br/>Once the quarantine hit mere hours ago, shit hit the fan.<br/><br/>And it flew<i>everywhere</i>.<br/><br/>He himself had witnessed the killing of his neighbors, those who had been deemed infected. That was when he knew it was time to bug out.<br/><br/>He had killed several soldiers already, Army and PMC mixed together with NBC issue gas masks. He took their stuff, and even considered taking a PMC's ballistic vest until he came under fire.<br/><br/>But now here he was, about to enter a grocery store that probably had a platoon and a row of bodies.<br/><br/>He turned the corner, and saw that it wasn't a whole platoon.<br/><br/>Nope, just one PMC looting the dead.<br/><br/>Disgusting.<br/><br/>Michael slung his rifle onto his back and pulled out his pistol and his pocket knife, ready to kill this guy.<br/><br/>Until a girl came around a corner.<br/><br/>The PMC swore, and raised his rifle to her. Michael aimed and pulled the trigger once, putting a round through the guy's head.<br/><br/>The guy dropped, and the doctor walked over, holstering his pistol and searching the body for anything useful.<br/><br/>He looked up, seeing the girl there with a pocket knife.<br/><br/>"Hey, you alright?"