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I enjoyed the movie but like everyone else I had some discrepancies. It wasn't enough to make me not be like "My god that was an impressive film" but it was enough for me to acknowledge it was poorly written. These guys nailed every point that bugged me. And did so amusingly : )

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=RBaKqOMGPWc

Light came over the horizon, flooding over a mound of water visible from a large floating mass long deprived of any type of fishing or docking, and sent a wave of contrast over a bulk of buildings behind a pier deep into a cold metropolis. Men and woman, all ages, sizes, and nationalities rose from a fake slumber to examine the lit new world. They were battered and broken with pieces missing and their lives in equal measure. But they moved regardless in any direction which pleased them. Hungry. Needing to sink their hands and teeth on a warm meal and feed. Though none of their pains would be quenched. Miles inward from the coast, the light was making its way to a fifth story window over looking a dried Reservoir, and slowly coming to rest on the face of a man who sat perched in a seat with his face resting upon the glass.

Louie felt himself start to come to, at his self appointed post, with light seeping under his eyes. He'd passed out again looking out at the city sometime during the night. He sat back in a bland chair and took a deep breath to welcome the day; happy to see another one. Him and the rest had been shacked up in this small one bedroom for about a week. Hiding low, trying to bide some time, he'd forgotten who's idea it was to come here already. The places food was enough so far to not dip into their rations. Plus, even with a handful of them attacking the front door, the place had access to the buildings fire escape just incase they needed to head out. Thats where Louie sat every night still expecting the worse. Just because they had a moment of isolation didn't mean he could simply forget the world they came out of.

A day on the street made you never want to move again. It was all just too much too fast. People were everywhere, crowding the streets, trying to squeeze into business' with lock gates or steal a car or find their loved ones. They were open targets for the infected and the streets became quickly dotted with blood. Social order broke so fast, it became every man for himself, no one even noticed when the Military arrived. They spent their time putting up quarantine walls, making camps along the coast and in the inner city, trying to control the infected and keep their men safe. Gunshots went off day and night with huge flood lights illuminating the city beyond even seeing the weapons discharge. Still, the city continued loosing itself, until eventually they vastly outnumbered the bullets. Louie hadn't seen the last part, he'd sat with a stolen radio, listening to the reports huddled in a wine cellar of a restaurant he'd never dined at. When everything was quiet though, and the military gone, the evil was more black and white. It was just the survivors and the infected scrambling about trying to find and destroy one another. Took a certain kind of crazy to run towards gunshots in order to hook up with others. But ultimately it seemed to have worked out at least to this point.

Standing up, Louie set a 12 gauge across the seat of his chair, and walked around to find where the others slept. "Hey," he spoke with a yawn, "suns up guys, time to eat."