The ground started to shake. The entire house started to wobble violently as if a house of cards while furniture thumped down loudly and expensive ceiling lamps shattered on the marble floors. Large cracks in the walls appeared around the house but stayed together as if the thick wallpaper was holding them. All the windows in the hillside house cracked and fell dynamically to the ground.<br/><br/>As Monique screamed as she dropped her cereal bowl to the ground. Hell, the entire glass breakfast table fell to the ground. She moved out of the way and tried to run towards the shaking living room. Family portraits and ceiling lights landing over her head and back as she ran, injuring her. She looked across the broken horizon of windows, to see giant schisms in the ground. Downtown Miami literally sank below the surface. Distant explosions and fires erupted as the entire city fell.<br/><br/>Hours later, a frantic knock came onto the door. She didn't even take a weapon and opened the door in panic. Thank God. It was her father. He was dirtied up and blood was pouring from his knee. Monique quickly got soem bathroom towels and started to soak his knees with it. She also found a tattered first aid kit and opened it to apply anti-bacterial medication to him. She asked him about her mom several minutes later. He never relied.<br/><br/>A few days passed. After the Apocalypse: Week 1<br/><br/>Evan Diniz had been given a second lease on life. For the past ten years, he'd been locked up after being convicted of assaulting his (now ex) wife and putting her in the hospital after he let his temper get the better of him. He shouldn't have gotten out. But, as the world came down tumbling around him, and the automatic emergency response systems in the prison were activated, that second chance came.<br/><br/>The emergency lighting was on, tiny white lights on the floor and walls illuminating the way out, the red lights bathing the whole penitentiary in an eerie, bloody, hue. Evan took the opportunity along with the others to leave. The guards hadn't stopped him. They were too busy saving their own lives, and the barricades were no issue at all, every single door and window forced open by the security system as anyone came close to them. He barreled through and into the world beyond, and to quite a scene. The world was in chaos, off in the distance, the sky was orange. The earth was trembling, and the walls had split in more than one point, the aging brickwork sundered in numerous places. Everyone spilled into the area surrounding the prison, guards and inmates alike.<br/><br/>The area was quickly becoming dangerous, and Evan and three of his buddies from within were amongst them as they took to the road, not really caring where it went.<br/><br/>It was two or three days before Evan finally decided that it was time to stop. Two or three days of ransacking stores, killing refugees for their supplies and clothing, and otherwise starting to build a reputation. They had everything they'd need to survive. Well, everything but shelter. Like some gift, Evan noticed at the top of a hill a house, and it appeared to have somehow escaped mostly intact.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>