Forty-six days later.
I’m alone. Rations running low. Haven’t ventured out since the day I shot Carl. My God! What a mess that was!
What could I do? My son was trying to eat me.
Gone now. Along with the human race.
Can one man alone fight the future? I guess I’ll find out. This is my mess, and by God I’ll clean it up.
First, I need to find something to eat. And that means going out.
Big Mac? No thanks! I’m strictly vegan now. But it wasn’t so long ago that beef was safe… What I wouldn’t give for a chocolate shake!
And some french fries.
Gotta find canned food.
Here goes nothing…