Darkness covered the once beautiful and active city, white clouds always seemed to pass this place as if frightened by the grotesque beings inside its walls. Isaac, walked the deserted streets, cars had been flipped on their sides, fires were forever raging in different areas. His handgun had only one clip left, what he would after that clip was gone was beyond his comprehension. Blood stained the cracked pavement, window had been shattered and everywhere he looked bodies lay. This had been the work of one company, Arcane Corp. This huge, corporation stood alone by being funded by the Russian government to create superhumans by using experiments. However, these experiments had gone too far causing the test subjects to have increased aggression, super strength, strategic minds and ultimately a hunger for flesh. Isaac, knew that he was not the only survivor in Beville. These Hunters he called them were always around, searching for new prey. He scratched the top of head. His once long, black hair had now been cut into military fashion. Isaac had managed to find a building he kept shelter in during certain hours of the day, but his safety neevr increased. These "things" could get into any place, anywhere.
Suddenly he heard something from behind him, shifting to looking around he saw a shadow against and alley. Pointing his gun up, the fiugre bolted from its cover, charging rapidly toward Isaac, the roar of hunger came from his bloody lips. The man began to unload a few bullets at it, blood flying from the parts he hit but the Hunter kept on coming. Isaac started stepping backwards to gain some distance between the enemy as he fired. Finally after about the tenth shot the creature fell, blood oozing from its head as it flailed for a few moments before dying.
Isaac breathed a sigh of relief only to realize he only had about fifteen bullets left.
"I need to find a store that would usually house ammuniton and weapons." He said, pondering and going through the map of the city in his mind.