Utterly Mad

Corbitt sat at his desk quietly, his head in his hands as a bottle of whiskey sat on the desk next to him. The light above his head swayed as the thunderous footsteps of humanity's enemy caused dust to fall onto to Corbitt's head. He had taken refuge in the basement of a high school which luckily had a small shelter from the 60's that had a small generator that still worked. However, the grumbling in his stomach continued as the half biological half machine above him destroyed a wall in its search for him. He leaned back in his seat as he waited for it to pass, as eventually it will pass and he would continue to live for however much longer he had.