Michael woke up for his daily routine, get dressed, eat breakfast, and load up.  He looked around the hotel room that he now occupied in New York.  He and the others had moved into these very useful hotels. They had been left completely empty during the great panic, when this was just a dream.
On July 4th, 2017 people gathered in Washington D.C.  fireworks show, on live television people saw what they thought was just insane.  The President of America was talking on his speech.  He had had a bad case of the flu but he still came and spoke.  He stood and talked his eyes had very dark bags, he stumbled and asked for some water but was then quickly speaking with his own charismatic flow that had got him elected for his second term.  The “My Fellow Americans” line was classic and he used it every time.  When he began to speak about how “wondrous and glorious” the day was.  He staggered for one instant and then collapsed in the middle of all the eyes of America. People rushed and the secret service removed their pistols from their holsters and gathered in a circle around him so they could watch the crowd.  To the amazement of every American he stood up and stumbled, they extended a hand to help him and he sank his teeth in the secret service agent’s arm. The President ran with an incredible speed and tackled the vice president to the ground.  He began to tear the skin from his arm when a secret service agent unloaded six rounds of his pistol into the president’s stomach.   He fell back with the force and then got back up and continued to consume the vice president’s arm.  His bone was now exposed by the time they shot the president in the head.  In one swift motion he collapsed on the screaming vice president and all of America sprang into a panic. He laughed when he thought about it now, people said “aliens did it” or “he was possessed.”  New York went into a frenzy, one of the people who had been on a vacation with the president to Africa also got the condition and ate his entire family, all except for the daughter who was only bitten.  She sat in a closet and screamed as her turned father pounded on the door.  Over and over again the father unleashed a hellish high pitched screech as he began to peel back the door by scratching and biting it.  The father was shot after some police finally entered the house.  They shot him in the heart and he died, but all but one of the seven swat agents had been bitten.  When they closed the crime scene off the little girl broke through the door and ran off into the night. Thirty-six people were bitten in one week which wasn’t surprising considering twenty were homeless people living with no protection.  That was how the virus began to spread and now he was living in it. Since the “zombies” began to spread.
“Zombies,” he chuckled to himself.  “How did something from a nightmare in Hati end up in the U.S.”
Africa lost more to the virus than to the tribal wars it has seen.  In an attempt to halt their advance out of Africa,  a perimeter was set up and for forty-seven days the armies of the middle east brought down the creatures.  The line held well, until they ran out of ammo.  Then all of the soldiers were either turned or eaten completely.  With NASA no longer launching shuttles into space the astronauts starved to death and even ate each other to survive.  America’s zombie population were scattered and spread out while Europe’s and Africa’s had some instinct kick in after several months that let them hunt in packs.  They would run in groups of countless millions and because they no longer felt pain or had blood flow they would run for days or weeks until they found something to feed on. America’s moved differently though, they were scattered yet when a source of food was found they would all run at that area. Like a sense of instinctive communication.  Mike had studied the zombies before the fall of New York. The two infestation areas of Washington D.C. and New York spread up into Canada and mostly went south. People fled from New York harbor but the military made short work of that due to the high risk of people being infected and spreading it. He was a soldier, off duty to come home and visit family before the night of reckoning. That is what they began to call it, they had code names and phrases to describe it because non of their week feeble minds could withstand the truth. Out of the twenty four thousand people who died in the first month nine hundred were suicides. People who became cowards and took the quick way out of a bad situation. He considered it once and then cursed himself for it afterward.
“Another day,” he said walking over to the hotel room door. He opened the door and walked into the hallway. It was a small hallway but his makeshift generators kept it running. It was surprising how many people just left their cars and ran. He had been able to acquire eight hundred gallons of gasoline to keep the generators running. As he came to the steel reinforced door he typed a command in the keypad and opened the seal. Past experiences with people had taught him never to leave anything unlocked. One thing that never changed was humanity. People ware still just as horrible to each other as before. He opened the reinforced steel door to his munitions bunker. Even he was impressed at the variety of the weapons he had found in New York. So many rifles and he had even found several home made bombs. There were the glistening ominous assault rifles that  he had collected from the uninfected corpses of the swat teams they sent to try to regain New York. It was announced a UN world heritage zone and was declared an asset to the preservation of society. Forty-five tanks and three thousand troops stormed the city and tried to hold it. The attack ultimately failed and the blood of the military along with civllians turned the street into a river of blood. Soon after the corpses rose and continued their assault onward. The tanks gave some real fun during the times he built the barricade. The times when he was able to use the machine guns to clear a path through horde after horde of zombies that continued to attack his main building. He set charges in the empire state building and surrounding structures so he could wall himself in and make a safe zone. As he pressed the button and saw the zombies turning and looking as if they understood. They just stood there as the hurricane of dust snapped them in pieces. The building collapsed in just the right way and made a wall that enclosed the east side of the compound he had constructed in the Hilton. His attempts to seal the way had only allowed him to keep a small vehicle convoy that really didn’t help with a swarm of twenty thousand zombies searching New York City for food every day. He had seen fewer and fewer planes fly over since it began but every now and then a cargo plane would take shipments of something across the country. He had tried everything to get their attention so now he no longer cared. He once took in survivors but fifteen were infected and the rest either tried to leave or ended it the easy way.  
He decided that a heavy weapon would be good for his job today so he took a military grade had constructed hundreds of makeshift bridges that went from building to building and he decided that today it wasn’t worth the trouble of driving through the living corpses so he set off across the bridge. He knew what was waiting below..