"Daddy, when are we going home?" It was a question he'd been asked a thousand times before. Ever since the television flickered from ''Spongebob Squarepants'' to an emergency broadcast telling the whole nation to stay indoors and close their blinds. It was vague. Something about a cannibal escaping from a mental institution earlier that week, and his victim being found...Well, about as "found" as something that looked like it'd been attacked by a rabid dog could be. The little girl's parents were, a little bit too vigilant, and  they thought the apocalypse would come. That the government would be overtaken and couldn't help them.  That apparently cannibalistic tendencies were being spread throughout the nation from that one attack. That the world itself was overtaken by a disease that drove them to cannibalism. They weren't "preppers". They were just aware something like this would happen. They got in their car, got their child, and drove away from their house in Buffalo.

Her eyes flickered open, they'd been driving for about an hour and she was fast asleep thirty minutes before that. Their ''Nisan'' was still clean, and the streets were hazy. She spotted the one hundred steps in the distance from a movie she'd seen. They were in Philadelphia, and when they stopped. They didn't stop on their own. The car had ran out of gas, and they were stuck in downtown Philadelphia. Infront of the ''Everything Fresh ''grocery store. Sliding out of their vehicle. The mother placed her hands along the handle of the door and pulled it open with a loud ding. It was silent, completely. The mother and father found something comfortable to lay on and went to bed. The little girl stayed up all night. Looking at the doors.

Several day's past and the mother and father woke up to the sound of rumbling in the streets. It was the rumble of a loud truck, maybe someone had came that they could get some help from. Maybe siphon gas from their truck when they got out and left. The rumbling continued, getting louder and louder as it approached, and when it stopped. Gun's were fired behind the doors, and with that, the father rushed and tried his best to barricade the doors with a food transportation cart made out of metal. When he ran to the door, a bullet rang out from behind the doors and the father dropped down to the ground with a thump. A man wearing a gas mask walked in with his assault rifle raised, and shot the mother of the little girl. He slowly walked over to the little girl, and she looked up into his eyes. Shocked, but still too young to understand what had happened. She asked the man in the gas mask, "Daddy, when are we going home?" Before being shot by the man wearing the gas mask. He wandered out and joined his squad outside. They were waiting near their Humvee, and didn't question what he'd done. They'd been ordered to clean out the cities and make sure the quarantining would be effective. But those words rang out through his head, "Daddy, when are we going home?" He repeated them as they continued their sweep of the city, and did their jobs as they were ordered.