Look for help outside

"Fucking.. shit.." you murmur to yourself. You've seen this happen in the movies and it has surprisingly taught you a thing or two. You grab your backpack and throw out most of the contents before grabbing a few cans of soup and bottles of water and tossing them inside. You also grab a pretty dated first aid kit from your bathroom cupboard and make your way to the bottom floor of the flat with the hope of finding someone that can drive you out of the city. Scenes of mass panic arise as you arrive at the front door of the building. Flames consume several cars and homes, even some people. There are riot police beating these 'creatures' to the ground, although you're pretty sure they're hitting whoever comes into their path be it person or monster.
You open the front door and pace outside. It's still cold and wet, but the blazing fires are doing a good job at keeping the streets warm and well-lit. You rip some fabric from one of the sleeves of your shirt and wrap it around your face so that you don't inhale the smoke and spot a van moving rapidly down the road. You throw out a hand in a plead for the driver to stop, and they do.
"Get in, quickly!" says a presumably male individual judging by the low pitch. Seeing the front is empty, you run around the back and open the double doors leading to the storage area of the van and climb in, shutting them after you. There is nobody else back here, and it's pitch black. The van is moving again.
"Are ye' alright back there?" says the same man whom had briefly spoken to you earlier, though this time you make out a strong Scottish accent. He goes on: "We're just gettin' out of the city, then we'll stop for the night. I'm Dean, and my mate here is Gaz". You stay quiet, and end up falling asleep despite the chaos.