Shadows pass across the barely lit sidewalks and garage alleyways. The undead yearn for the living with moans that echo between the buildings. The stench rises with the moisture of the air as the rain washes away bits of rotting flesh from the source of that miserable sound.
I can’t be sure if these are stragglers that somehow managed to slip in through the gate as residents attempted to escape, only having been met with flooded streets, or if our gates were even intact at all any more. Despite being a couple buildings down from overlooking the entrance to our community, I can’t quite see the gate through the rain.
Hopelessness is clouding over everything else. How can we fight this? How can we hope to survive when the dead rise…when the dead’s sole purpose is to end all that is living?