Inhuman: Mindfuck

It seems sometimes that we lose track of all the good in life. The goals we set for ourselves the time we spend with others and even the actions we take to inspire other washes away when we are brought to protect ourselves. At the bare minimum we sacrifice something of our own self to protect it. I noticed this the other day while walking a deserted street, I normally check cars for usefull items, food, radios, water, batteries etc.. Something was different this time though, I glanced over my shoulder at what had been a fast food eatery. Nothing special about really, faded paint a door swinging open and closed in the wind, rust and lime stains covering the outside masonry. I felt pulled to it, why I'm not sure but nonetheless I entered it in the usual fashion, flashlight and Beretta leading the way, nothing out of the ordinary, for this day in age anyway, tables and chairs piled up against the windows, chains wrapped around the door handles and a failed makeshift bunker with blood trails leading away from it and into the back room. I had learned ,the hard way, a week ago not to follow blood trails so i stayed clear of it and made my stay short. I had just turned to leave when I saw him, a lone figure silhouetted against the sun and his light, my immediate reaction almost cost him his life as I brought up the gun he yelled at me. I cant remember what he said back just hearing another humans voice after so long I nearly fell to the ground. Two weeks alone and I nearly shoot the first person I find. The man I found was a middle aged car salesman by the name of Fred, had no combat training and was sorta forced into using a weapon. I cant imagine what that must be like, having gone from feeling safe and secure everywhere he went then being forced to shoot the first thing that moves in the dark. Fred and I traveled a few more miles south and we had spoken very little, with night falling quick we just seemed to fall into the same routine of finding a high place to sleep, a roof, a bilboard anything of the sort. We finaly came upon an old apartment building with a fire escape. Once on the top floor I found an AC unit that was fairly high up to sleep on while Fred elected to sleep on the ground. I dont know weather or not he knew it but Fred talked in his sleep, nothing important really but he was loud, well loud enough. The door to the roof that was locked suddenly burst open with six very hungry canibles behind it. I remember laying very very still and stareing at the stars while I listened to them eat and Fred scream. I realize now that I just didnt care even if Fred was the first human I had seen in over two weeks even if he might have been the only other person left alive besides me the only thing I remember thinking was...Better him than me.