The day the world ended was a Tuesday. It started off much like any other day, carrying on throughout the afternoon until 5:37 pm, during rush hour. Traffic was particularly slow this Tuesday afternoon as there had been a large number of accidents due to a group of men wandering onto the middle of the interstate. The drivers, who either swerved to avoid them or ran them down and stopped up ahead, were now being devoured by this group of men their screams going unanswered as their blood splattered the streets. After a short amount of time traffic had come to a standstill for miles leaving a large number of frustrated drivers. They sat in their cars honking their horns, possibly shouting an expletive or two, when they saw on the horizon a great crowd of people slumbering forwards. This sight was quite an oddity for these drivers to see and as some stepped outside their vehicles to take a closer look they saw this crowd of people smashing car windows and ripping screaming men and women out and to their deaths. Everyone who saw this had one of three reactions, they either took off running screaming for help that they would not receive, only to discover that anywhere they might go would also have these monstrous man-eating creatures. Or they would simply lock their car doors and attempt to hide on the car floor hoping that the smell of their fear and piss wouldn't catch the eyes of the shuffling gray men outside. Or they would try to call someone for help, be it police or loved ones, and wait there hoping that someone would answer their calls. That someone would come for them. That someone would save them. But no one ever did come. And no one was saved. Any and all who chose one of these three paths ended up dying their limbs torn from their bodies and their flesh devoured by the undead. But one man chose a different option. One man did something no one else did, and that caused him to survive. This man's name is Roy Wist and as he saw the hordes of zombies slowly shuffling towards his car, he was afraid. Roy was quite possibly more terrified of them than anyone else. Just upon sight of them tears began to stream down Roy's face, his lips quivering ever so slightly. Roy got out of his car and walked to the back opening the trunk. After removing the spare tire, Roy stepped inside and curled up his body so that he could fit. And then he closed the trunk. Roy lost track of how long he spent in that trunk focusing only on the screams of the dying as he silently cried. Finally, after many hours Roy opened the trunk and lifted his head out so that he could see the devastation that had just occurred. At this point Roy let all of his screams come out at once letting the world know of his anger and his suffering at all that had happened and all that was yet to happen. Roy wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve and began walking. Past the traffic he walked. Past the remains of the dead who were too far devoured to come back to life he walked. Past the death and destruction he walked. He walked and walked until he spotted a small town in the distance. Roy kept on walking until concrete was below his feet and a fast food restaurant stood at his side. Roy walked cautiously and quietly. Other than crashed cars and splattered blood the town was quite peaceful. None of the dead were around and Roy was all alone. "I wonder if there's anyone left. I always assumed if zombies were real it'd take them months to overtake even a small area such as this one, yet here I am standing in an abandoned town only hours after I first noticed them. I think this really is... the end of the world."