Suddenly, I stumble and trip over something. I hold my breath as I inspect the gory mass of hair and tissue. Oh God. I think it was a human: there’s a long knife underneath the remains of a hand. Where’s the rest of the arm? Using the sleeve of my jacket, I grab the knife and sprint, leaving the rotting soul behind.
Only the emergency station is on as I run through the streets of New Australia. I guess the generators haven’t run out yet. The rest of the city is quiet and abandoned, stinking with the foul reek of death and disuse. Steam rises up from the cracks in the debris-cluttered roads, giving the already eerie city a supernatural aura.