((Because I am waiting for videos to load and have nothing better to do, pointless writing practice it is.))
It's not the end of the world...but you can see it from here.
There was no groaning. No moan followed by their slow stagger that was typical of the movies she loved. Funny really. She had always thought they were films to tell her how to survive if it really happened but now that it had she realized they were all wrong. Zombies did not groan or awkwardly shuffle toward a person. They were not clumsy or brainless. In fact, they were quite intelligent not to mention fast. More than once she had watched a 'comrade' die because they thought the reanimated dead could not work out how to get to them. A 'companion' mauled to death and unlife because they could not move fast enough.
She used the terms 'comrade' and 'companion' lightly. Really, they were just strangers and the majority of them she could not trust. She had tried to, at first. But more often than not they betrayed her in favor of their safety but somehow she was always the one to survive. If she decided to care, she would find a belief she was a horrible person. But she had chosen not to care, steeled herself to survive. A guilty fool would be dead soon enough.
Two gunshots took down a pair of silent creatures charging toward her. She barely even recognized the defense as her own. She used the gun and detected the zombies as if someone else was in control of her body. It was all quite bizarre. The sun was rising bathing the world in a sickly golden glow. A city in ruins, corpses, no longer moving with flies buzzing around them. When she finally reached the end of the road at the top of her tiring hill she felt her stomach drop. Her apparent road to freedom was bathed in that same light illuminating millions upon millions of living dead. It was not the end of the world. She was still alive and so were others...but somehow she felt there was no returning from this nightmare.
Val
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