<div class="floatleft">(http://]http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv45/StreetStylistaGuy/Street%20Stylista%20Homme%202011/White-Shirts-3.jpg)</div><br/>Nathan woke with a start. His face resting on the keyboard of his laptop. He sat up in his desk chair with a groan. Rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He looked around his apartment. Still shrouded in gloom with the curtains pulled shut. He looked across at the device that woke him. He watched his phone vibrate on the table a few more times before picking it up. He had just enough time to see that he had over 20 missed calls and messages before his phone died. "Probably the office with more<em>simple</em>jobs for me" he muttered to himself taking of his grey hoodie. Making movements to get ready for work. He looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps from the apartment above his. Wondering what time it was, he looked over at the clock on the wall. It was still early. But not so early as to be so quiet.<br/>He walked over to his window and opened his curtains. Totally unprepared for what he was about to see. His eyes widened as he took in the scene of devastation arrayed in front of him. After what felt like an eternity, he tore himself from the window and shot back to his laptop. The information he found on the social networks was not any more uplifting. All this talk about the dead rising and mass panic. He sat back and rubbed his face, wondering what he would do.