[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]It'd taken one week for society to collapse, four weeks for more then half of the population to succumb to the undead, three months for concrete to turn to rubble as the wild started overtaking civilization, and five months for self-proclaimed warlords to start popping up, making life hell for any remaining survivors.
Nico had a dark mint bandanna covering his mouth like a surgical mask as he scavenged through the ruins of what probably was a supermarket. He wasn't familiar to this town; he'd had to abandon his home in the city quickly after what could only be described as the apocalypse started. Too many people got bitten too quickly for him to stay in any crowded areas, so now he simply wandered through the desolate tiny towns that'd already been picked clean of resources by the old inhabitants.
He stuffed anything vaguely edible into his bag and kept moving. The only reason he'd survived so long was because he'd stayed on his own; stealing supplies from a lone, malnourished man wasn't a tempting thought to anybody Nico wouldn't be able to fend off. Still, the loneliness messed with his mind; made him hallucinate sometimes, though it was always the same hallucination of a dark, imp-like creature with glowing yellow eyes that stared at him and followed him. He'd deemed this creature "Trudy", hoping that if he named it he'd be less afraid.