Surviving As A Smith In An Apocalyptic World

The family of nine sat eating and chatting around the dinner table, laughing and joking with each other. Then they suddenly dissappear and only the oldest son is left sat at the table, he turns around to see a grusome scene. His family eating and gnawing at each other whilst fighting over scraps of human flesh and bone on the ground, a much different dinner scene than the previous. A single tear rolled down the son's cheek as he witnessed this event, then suddenly they all turned their heads in unison and spoke to him. "You did this to us Cameron, You could have protected us but you didn't, it's all YOUR FAULT!" They lunged at him and his world went dark.

Cameron awoke panting like a dog in a pool of his own sweat. He looked around the room he was in, it was dark and damp and he was chained up hanging from the ceiling. There was a familliar body hanging next to him, it was his last remaining relative his brother Cole. "Cole are you okay?" he asked, but got no response, "He's already dead" said an ominous voice over a sound system. Cameron looked up to see a window across the room, a short, fat man stared greedily back at him and sneered. "But don't worry you'll be following straight after him once Billy there is done with his meal." He studied Cole again to notice a large dog on the ground in front of him chewing on his entrails, Cameron uttered a hoarse shout towards the dog cursing his family. The dog turned and ran towards Cameron, He smirked and went to boot the dog square in the jaw only to be stopped by a chain he didn't notice before restraining him to the ground.

A disgustingly dirty laugh echoed over the sound system once again as the dog collided with Cameron's stomach, ripping out a large chunk of flesh and spitting it out before going at him again. As Cameron Slowly lost his consciousness he could still hear the echoing of the dirty laugh ringing in his ears.