She threw on the white t-shirt, hopped into her socks and sneakers then jogged over to the sinks and turned on the water, drinking up as much as she could with her hands. The water felt cool against her rough throat and she wondered how long she had been without water. She washed her face quickly before grabbing another shirt and wiping her face with it. She took another quick look around, wondering if this was some prank, her mind hoping that someone would hop out of the showers and yell "surprise!" but it was not to be.

Hannah made her way out of the lockers and towards the entrance of the hospital. She began to speed up as she saw the sun shining through the doors. Once she pushed open the doors, a breath of fresh air filled her lungs and she closed her eyes, letting the warm sun beam down on her. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and stared in stunned silence. The roads were a mess, cars in the middle of the road, some crashed, others just abandoned. Off in the distance, she could see black smoke rising from somewhere. She wondered if another terrorist attack had hit as she began to remember exactly where she was, New York City. The city so nice they named it twice.

"What the fuck..." She whispered as she stared off.

Before she had a chance to really take it all in, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see a figure off in the distance, standing motionless. Hannah squinted to see if she could see clearer but the sun was beaming up from behind the figure.

"Hello!" She yelled, waving her hand.

The figure jerked and began to run right at her. Hannah stared as the figure began to approach closer and closer, extremely fast, pretty much running through anything in its way. She began to see the figure emerge, the shadows fading away and she could clearly see that he was stark naked, a massive erection pointed at her. That's when it hit her, she was a small white female in jean shorts, her ass hanging out and a t-shirt with her nipples poking through, in the middle of what looked to be a dead zone, with this naked man running at her.

She quickly turned and ran in the other direction. She used to be a runner in college before she moved to New York City to become an accountant. Hannah's muscle memory returned and she was off, running through the abandoned streets. She hopped over large potholes, raced past destroyed buildings and cars, yet she could still hear the footsteps of the man behind her. She passed by a corner and ran headlong into a fence.