Land Of Rot

Apocalypse

I laugh as I leap to the next tree in the never ending forest, enjoying the feeling of having a nice, green ceiling and walls. A change from the red below is always welcome. The branch on which I land dips a bit beneath my weight, causing a short lived struggle for balance on the thick limb. The rattle of dry lungs below causes my squirrel powers to take hold, allowing me to clamber back up the tree. I look down, only to see the standard wanderer, nothing to worry about really. I watch the thing as it hesitates, a sour look on its face, and goes back, hissing it's displeasure at a meal so nearly had. It's been here before, has seen another one of its freak buddies fall into the pit dug around the tree, the spikes impaling it's dry throat.
It's cautious now, knowing not to get too close, or it might end up the same way. Another zombie killed in a world full of replacements if it did indeed die.
I watch the thing wander away, then gingerly climb to the treetops, entering my tree house through the trapdoor in the floor.
I grin when I see the brightly colored cardinal in the corner of the room, cocking his head at me.
"Hiya, Lerwin." I say, grabbing a small, dried pumpkin seed. I hold it out to him, and he gladly takes it, cracking it open on the windowsill.
Another good day in the rotting world of 2027. The birds chirping, bees buzzing, flesh eating monsters down below, and another mark on the wall, joining it's brethren in signifying my days alive in the new world. All in a days work, they once said. You know, when there was a they.