Derrick stared out the window of the apartment. It was way too quiet for New York City, "The city that never sleeps". Yeah, right. He grabbed his bag and walked down the stairs and out the door to see a huge billboard that once lit in random colors but now it only showed black. He adjusted the strap on his bag and walked down the streets. He wasn't like anyone else. He didn't have weapons or a massive knowledge of guns. He was a nerd and his knowledge was of one thing, computers.<br/><br/>His laptop was firmly in his bag as it swung with each step he took. He picked up a iron rod that once held up a sign but for now it would be used as a blunt instrument that could be used to beat zombies. If his knowledge was correct, zombies hated blows to the head and that's what he planned to do.<br/><br/>His steps were loud when he stepped on some glass. He froze in place to see shadows inside of a store. His mind started to race with options as his breath became fast. Fight or flight. Out here, there was no flight, only fight or die. Slowly, he crept to the shop window and peered in. The shadows were people. His breathed slowly as he stepped around the corner.<br/><br/>"Survivors, I'm assuming?" Derrick said, as he stepped into the doorway. He pushed his black glasses up his nose and examined the people.