It hadn’t even been a week since the world fell apart, but it still felt like an eternity. To make matters worse people weren’t being rational about this whole thing and what was left of society had already disintegrated into a bunch of squabbling savages, killing to get their hands on any supplies they could. Santino had been at work when it all started, or well, he’d been at work when he saw his first case of it. It had been his second case that day where someone had been bit by another person, which was odd by its self, but to make matters worse it seemed that some sort of horrid disease was being spread through the saliva, like rabies on steroids. Just as he got his gloves on he’d heard a horrible gurgling from his patient. Needless to say that the examination didn’t last very long, the fellow was probably still locked in that room now that Santino thought about it. Luckily he’d escaped without a scratch and was now sitting in someone else’s abandoned apartment next to a fire he’d made out of their coffee table and a lampshade, attempting to boil himself a cup of tea and maybe make some pasta with the stuff he’d managed to get out of their cupboards. Certainly a lucky break for him to find a place like this, though he knew that there were other people in the building still so he’d blocked the door with the couch and left the fire escape as his only entrance and exit. The water was just about boil when he heard someone, or something, making noise out on the fire escape and he grabbed up his newly acquired baseball bat and dove behind the chair he had been sitting in, only to peak over the edge of it a few seconds later.