Subject Zero One

On your walk home from work, a late autumn breeze chills your face. The usually bustling urban streets are eerily empty for the afternoon peak hour. You notice birds plummeting from the sky, splattering against the ground in feathered heaps. The sounds of a car alarm blares in the distance.

Passing by an alleyway between two derelict buildings, you hear the sudden crash of trash cans spilling over.